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Sorry
By Leigh_Ashworth

 

Brian sat down at the bar, his face in his hands. The fight was still fresh in his mind. He couldn't believe that he had said all those harsh words to his long time boyfriend. He felt even worse when he realized that he said those things in front of their band and roadies. He left angry, embarrassed, and humilated. He walked away from the venue where they played at and walked down the street looking for somewhere he could drown out all he had done.

"Here it's on the house." said a middle-aged man behind the bar. "Looks like you need it."

The dark eyed man looked up as the bartender sat down a glass of brown liquid. He nodded and took the drink, downing it all at once. He winced, as the scotch went down his throat. "Thanks, man." he told the bartender as he sat the glass down.

"No problem, I do this for all of my customers that are as upset as you look."

"Look?" Brian asked feeling confused.

The bartender pulled out a small mirror from under the bar and handed it to the raven haired male.

He took it and to his amazement saw that he had dried, eyeliner stained tear tracks running down his face.

The bartender took it back when Brian handed it to him. "So you want to tell me what happened?"

At first, Brian thought the man was getting into his private business, but since his fight with Zacky, he figured that all his friends didn't want to be anywhere near him, so the bartender was the next best thing. "Um... well I had said some really harsh things to...the man I love, and now I think I've ruined the best relationship I've ever had."

The bartender nodded his head as he pour another glass full of scotch for Brian. "Let me guess you've been with this guy for six years and you got overly jealous or possesive and just blew up without meaning to?"

He was shocked at what the bartender said. "Wow, that's like a really good guess, how did you know?" The dark eyed man said after he took a sip of the scotch this time.

"I see it every night kid. Plus, my daughter is a huge fan of your band. She clues me in on every little thing about every one of you guys. I took her to see your band maybe three or four times. She even told me that you and Zacky were a couple. She was excited about it for some unknown reason. Just tell me one thing, do you love him?" the bartender said as he picked up dirty glasses to Brian's right and put them in a bucket of soapy water.

The lead guitarist was shocked by what the bartender said but thought for a moment, remembering all the good times he had with his boyfriend. All the kisses, the sweet, endearing words said back and forth; and the sex was all that Brian could ever hope for. He may have been the one to top most of the time, but he knew that Zacky liked it when he took control.

When he did bottom; which was rare, he enjoyed it just as much. He loved watching his jade eyed lover move above him and be so in control. To a lot of fans, he himself seemed closed off in the relationship, but to his close friends, he was the most loving boyfriend that Zacky ever had.

Then he went and screwed it up with being a possesive and jealous boyfriend. "I do love him, I can't see myself without him, but I think I lost my chance at my 'happily everafter'. All those things I said, I can't take back. He probably hates me now."

The bartender listened then sat down the glass he had been cleaning. He came closer and placed his hands on the glossy wood of the bar. "Son, you're just upset. Thinking the worst will just make you sick. The best thing to do in this situation is to go find your man and apologize, even if he won't want to talk to you, he'll probably give you a chance to say your piece. Saying sorry may not seem enough to get you out of the dog house, but it helps to say it. Even though he may say something harsh back to you, let him. Let him say all the things you said to him. It will hurt, but it will show you how he felt when you said those same words. Be truthful and sincere, let him see that you are really sorry for hurting him. Tell him that if he doesn't want to be with you after this, then you'll except it. At this point, walk away let him know without words that you'll leave him alone. Walking away will show him that you're willing to give him space. Two things might happen after; one he'll stand there watching you walk away, or two he'll come after you and accept your apology and everything will be fine."

Brian sat there listening to the bartender. He couldn't believe how wise this older man seemed. Everything he had said seemed right. "How did you become so wise?" He asked the barkeep, intrigued.

"Well, that's how I got my husband back." the bartender smiled at the surprized look on Brian's face as he pulled his wallet out and showed a picture of him and another man. Both had an arm around the other smiling at the camera. There was also a girl in the picture that looked to be in her late teens, early twenties.

"This your daughter?" asked Brian.

"Yep, that's Skylar, she best thing to come into our lives." the bartender said as he put the wallet back into his pocket. "Well, what are you still sitting around here for? Go on get outta here and find your man." the bartender pointed his finger toward the door.

The raven haired male didn't need to be told twice. He took out his wallet to pay for the scotch, but the bartender interupted his motion. "Don't. I said it's on the house, now go."

"Thank you." The brown eyed male said as he left the bar as he quickly left. He walked as fast as he could back to the venue.
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Brian rounded the corner of the parking lot where the buses were, hoping to catch his boyfriend for a private talk, but the only lights that were on were in the cafeteria. He let out a drepressed sigh, knowing that Zacky would be there as well as everyone who had watched him degrade the slightly younger male. Taking a deep breath, the brown eyed man walked toward the medium-sized building. Reaching for the door, he heard all the bands that were playing the tour talking, about various subjects as well as what had happened between him and his jade eyed boyfriend. He took another deep breath and open the door which led all the voices in the room to go quiet and look his way,except for one... Zacky.

Clearing his voice, Brian closed his eyes for a second then looked over at his potential ex-boyfriend. "Zacky,...can we...talk...out..."

"If you have something to say, say it right here, Syn." Matt said standing from his position beside Zacky.

"Matt, this is between me and Za..." Brian said his voice trembling a little. He couldn't bring himself to look at buffer man in the face.

"The fuck it is, now. It's between the band. If you have something to say then say it right here. Then after you say your piece, I'm going to beat the ever living shit out of you." Matt's voice had gone an octave lower, making Brian cringed visibly.

"Matt... leave him alone." Zacky said from his seat. He looked up from the floor, and for the first time, Brian felt his heart break into millions of tiny pieces. Tears escaped and ran down his face. The jade eyed male saw this and was up in a flash. "TEARS!?! You have no right to shed fucking tears! After all those things you said, you have no right." As Zacky made his way up to Brian, who to everyone's surprize, had backed up against the wall, fear evident on his face. Only he could see the vengeful smirk plastered across Zacky's pouty lips.

"Zack...pl...please...I want to apologize. I want to say I'm..." Brian pleaded through his tears.

"Don't you fucking dare say you're sorry, you mother-fuckin', selfish prick. The shit you said can't be forgotten after a fuckin' sorry. I can't believe I ever fell for you,... You only care about yourself and no one else, the shit you said proves it. I don't want to fuckin' hear what you have say. After this, I'm never speaking to you again. You never, in the time of us being together, ever been like you were tonight. Never have you ever hit me before tonight. Yes to the fans and everyone that doesn't know you, you're an arrogant bastard who doesn't really give a shit about anyone but himself." Zacky stopped to take a breath, not letting Brian say anything. He started again.

"Yet to those of us who do know you, know that you're an all around good guy, but now I believe everyone in here, can see differently, including me. Never once did you ever say you loved me in front of our friends, who in fact don't give a shit that we are together. Never once in front of our friends did you ever hold my hand or put your arms around me in a loving way. Never did I see love or lust in your eyes when we would be in public eye. When I asked you if we could go public with our relationship, you scoffed at me and turned away." Zacky stopped again, his face red from anger and tears.

"You'd shy away from me when I would try to take your hands in mine. When we'd walk down the street, you'd leave a foot of air between us. The only time I get to see the man I fell in love with is when you and I are alone on the bus or alone in our hotel room. You're the best lover but only when we're alone, and when people are around, you act as if I don't even exist. All those wasted 'I love you's' and shit mean nothing to you. And now you stand here crying like a fucking child, thinking maybe if you show sympathy I'll forgive you, well fuck you. And before you say anything, I'm not quiting this band and neither are you, I'll do my job and you'll do yours. From this moment on Vengeance and Gates are through. We'll go on like we never even kissed or touched. We never fucked and that's how it's going to be, nothing else." Zacky said every word like they were knives cutting deeply into Brian's heart. He finished his breath, coming short once again, his voice grown hoarse. He felt like he had said enough, hoping what he said had gotten through to Brian.


At this point every single person in the room was quiet, watching the two ex-lovers speak. Most were holding their breath and those others were shocked at what Zacky had said to Brian.

Little did Zacky know that Brian got the message. He felt so terrible for all the pain he cause Zacky. But he knew one thing Zacky didn't and that was, he was willing to, even though it kill him on the inside, to walk away and leave their relationship where it was beaten, bruised, and broken.

Brian somehow felt that this was the end to something to which he wanted to keep. As Brian thought about it, he knew he couldn't live with out his Zacky by his side. But if it made Zacky happy to never be with him, then for the good of him and Zacky and all their friends, Brian would do the few things he has never done in his life. Back down, agree with all the things Zacky had said and just walk away.

"Zacky, there's not enough time in this world to tell you how sorry I am. I know that sorry won't fix what I said to you, and in front of everyone here. But I want you to know that I agree with everything you said. I am the worst friend and boyfriend to live. I don't deserve anything or anyone after what I did to you. You're right I am a selfish prick, I am the worst human being in this room. I don't desrve to be in this band after all that I said and did. I'll stay only cause the fans won't like it, plus I know that you won't work with any other. From here on out you don't have to be near me unless we have too. And I won't talk to you unless you speak to me first. I just hope that I can get our friendship back to what it was before we started dating. I'm very deeply sorry that I said all those nasty things to you. I never meant to take all that out on you. I hate myself immensely for all the tears you shed, cause of the things I said. I never meant to hit you either."

"I don't really understand what came over me. All I know was that I was pissed off and you where there. I know that doesn't make any sense at all but I can't think of any other way to say it." Brian stopped and stood away from the wall he was leaning against. His shoulder was slouched in shame and hurt. He turned and walked toward the door. As he opened it Brian turned to face Zacky and everyone else. And in the softest and most painfully sorrow fill voice, fresh tears running down his face, he said." I'm so sorry. Bye."

Brian then took a step outside letting go of the door go, it shut behind him as he walked toward his band's bus.

About ten feet from the bus he heard a door open and the sound of feet running toward him. He didn't turn around until he felt a hand on his arm. He came face to face with Zacky, and everyone else who had followed him wanting know what would happen next. Everyone was in hearing distance of Zacky's next words.

"You walked away? Synyster fuckin' Gates backed down and walked away?" Zacky couldn't even believe what he was saying.

Brian wiped away the cold tears and gave a sigh. "What else was I suppose to do? I hurt the one person in my life that I love and care about. I can't have you, you and I aren't anything anymore. You said so you're self Zack. You never want to be with me unless it has to with the band. You won't have the fact that I hurt cause I hurt you. My heart is broken after what I've done to you. I'm never going to forget what I had with you, but also I'm never going to forget that all I've done was hurt you in some way. You're right I never did public intimacy with you cause I feared for you and me, even the band. I didn't want our relationship to cause our fans to hate us. I didn't want us to be looked upon like we were scum of the earth. I guess I was scared." Brian tiredly wiped at his face and let a small yawn escaped his lips.

"Is there anything else, Zacky, cause if not I'm going to bed. I'm tired and I feel sick. I just want to move on like you have." Brian looked away from Zacky, he couldn't look him in the eyes anymore, the hurt he felt was too much to bare.

"But I love you, and somehow I can't see myself living without you by my side. You know after I left walked till I found a bar in hopes to drown myself of the sorrow I started to feel. When I got there, this bartender talked to me. He showed me that I needed to come back and try to apologize to you. He said that even if you didn't want to hear it that I should say that I was sorry. He told me that you would say to me what I said to you. And he was right, what I said to you hurt, cause when you said those things to me it hurt so bad. I felt like I just killed myself."

"Brian, please look at me. I listened and I want you looked at me, please." sadness was evident in Zacky's voice as he put his hand on Brian's cheek.

Brian flinched at the touch and backed away. "Please don't, it's over."

"Brian, please just tell me one thing. Did you mean it when you said you were sorry?" Zacky's voice dropped to a whisper, so Brian had to lean in to hear.

Brian looked Zacky in the eyes, he wanted nothing but to show he meant every word he said in his apology. "Yes, after all I did to hurt you, all I want to do is make it up to you. I'll do anything and everything I can to get you back. I know it sounds cliche but it's true, I'll do whatever I can to have you be mine again."

As Brian moved to walk away, only he was stopped again, hands made him turn back to face Zacky. Then unexpectedly Zacky jumped into his arms and kissed him deeply. Instinctively Brian held onto Zacky and kissed back.

Zacky was the first to pull away resting his forehead against Brian's. "I'm sorry as well, for saying what I said a few minutes ago. Don't want you to leave me. I can't live without you either. Seeing you walk away all depressed like that is what hurt the most after I yelled at you. Never in my life have I ever seen you back down and just walk away. It scared me, to see you look so hurt for what you did."

Brian chuckled a little, "Well I did say it killed me when I figured out what I did. I never thought in my whole life I would do such a thing to anyone I love, especially you, I love you Zachary, always."

"I love you too, Brian." Zacky said as Brian put him on his feet.

"Well does this mean you'll take me back?" Brian wished, hoping that Zacky would say yes.

"Of course, Bri. I can't stand not being with you. We fit together like a puzzle. We're not one without the other." Zacky said as he put his arms around Brian's waist hugging him close, his head snuggle in Brian's chest.

Brian agreed by kissing the top of Zacky's head, bringing his arms protectively around his Zacky. The bartender was right, if he just did what he could, things would work out how they should, even when sorry really doesn't count, it does help to say it when you know you are. Brian hugged Zacky tight to him. Not wanting to ever let go, fearing that if he did things would fall apart.

Zacky pulled away and looked up at Brian and smiled. "I love you" but what Brian caught was the unspoken request of love and making up. Brian smiled back and spoke the same words and took Zacky's hand in his. He knew this would be a long night of making up yet he was glad he could make it up with Zacky. His Zacky.

 

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