lovers | dorbyn

twenty seven

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i'm leaving this chapter in for the sake of the story and for the sake of not stressing me out to write another new chapter. in this chapter, there are heavy scenes of DUI. i know many of us have been affected by corey's death so if this bothers you, please do not read the rest of this story and skip down to the alternative ending at the end of the story because the rest of the book contains hospitals, near-death situation and death.

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it was quiet. strangely quiet— almost eerily. jackson had his hand on daniel's thigh, gently caressing the covered skin. his head was leaning against the blurred window, watching rain drops race down the glass. they were driving up to the house in brooklyn.

"we're going to a friends party tonight." he said over the loud droplets of rain. daniel stayed quiet. "dress up. we're leaving at 6:30 exactly."

he nodded his head. the last time he was at an actual party was when he was on the 8 letters tour. they just weren't his scene anymore, and it's probably because he has three kids and a husband.

so one they got back to the house, daniel went to go get ready, seeing as it was already 6. he got dressed in a red shirt, black pants and a belt.

and oh how he just wanted to sleep. he wants to sleep forever and never wake up. he wants this all to be over.

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jackson was drunk. like, drunk off his ass. it was nearing 10:45 PM, and daniel was ready for that forever sleep. daniel walked outside with his drunken kidnapper. "let me drive, jackson." daniel said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"no, fuck you."

"you're drunk, jackson, i- it's for the best if i drive—"

daniel gasped when jackson shoved him against the car, the vehicle creeping from the sudden movement. he pressed his hand on his neck, squeezing it tightly. daniel gasped for breath, tears filling his dull blue eyes. "no. get in the car. i'm driving."

"okay!" he struggled for air, slapping his arm. his face turning red. he laughed darkly, letting him go. daniel collapsed to the floor, coughing loudly. jackson scoffed, stumbling over to the drivers side.

"hey man," daniel looked up, blinking rapidly. a teenager stood there, concern written all over his face. "you good?"

he helped daniel get to his feet. daniel had his hand on the door handle, shaking his head. "call the cops. please. i'm daniel besson." he opened the door. jackson glaring at him. "i'm good. thank you."

once the door closed, jackson sped off. he didn't give daniel a chance to buckle up. and it honestly, slipped daniel's mind since jackson was screaming at him.

he grabbed a fistful of daniel's soft hair, yanking his head closer to his body. daniel helped out in pain, holding onto jackson's forearm.

"listen, daniel," he growled, not paying attention to the road.  "i could easily kill you. easily. speak back to me again, you won't see the light of fucking day."

he shoved daniel's head to the side, hearing his head smack the window roughly. daniel felt tears rush out of his eyes, holding his head in pain.

then, it was all a blur. he remembers hearing a blaring horn, and a crash. he knows the car flipped over once or twice, and then he opened his eyes.