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Aftermath
By Beth_foREVerA7X

 


Sorry this chapter isn't too long. The next chapter will be from Synyster's POV, and then the next chapter will probably be the last…Unless you want me to write extra chapters with make-up-sex? Haha, let me know ;D

Disclaimer: No one in this story belongs to me and these events are entirely fictional.

I walked quickly down the corridor, breaking out into a run as I drew closer to our hotel room. Our hotel room. Now my hotel room because I wouldn't let that cheating bastard back in here. I quickly shoved my hand into the pockets of the thin jacket I was wearing, feeling around until I felt the coldness of metal against my skin. I pulled the key out of my pocket, quickly unlocking the door. As soon as I heard the soft click of the lock I quickly pushed the door open and run in, slamming it closed behind my and falling back onto the door, sliding down it slowly.

I fell to the floor—with my back to the door—and pulled my knees up to my chest, hugging them tightly. The tears were falling freely now and I wiped the tears onto my knees, not caring about the black smudges of eyeliner that it left on the previously blue material.

I don't normally cry—haven't cried in a long time. But right now, I couldn't stop my tears from falling. Brian was the first ever man I'd had feelings for. I didn't know why I felt like I did about him but I could never let it go. For years I had tried to ignore it because Brian was straight—or so I'd thought at the time. When he told me he loved me I was completely shocked, but happy shock, as I'd dreamed about it happening for so long. He was the first man I'd ever had a relationship with and I wasn't sure what to do, but I trusted Brian; I'd trusted him with my whole heart. And now he's broken that trust, right along with my heart.

A let out a shout of frustration and balled my balled in my hair, trying to stop the sobs that were shaking my body.

Why Johnny? That's what I couldn't work out. I mean I knew they had been closer recently than they had been, but...Why? He wasn't even that drunk. Johnny, he was completely out of it,—probably won't even remember what happened when he wakes up—but Brian seemed quite sober. That's why I was willing to forgive Johnny. But not Brian. What did Johnny have that I didn't? I sighed in annoyance again, pulling on my hair harder; trying to use the pain from that to ease the aching in my chest.

There was a knock at the door, and a jolt of surprise ran through me as the knocking echoed through the silent hotel room. Probably Brian come to apologise, try and get himself out of this shit. Anger boiled through me and I found myself shouting at the person on the other side of the door.

"Fuck off Brian! I told you not to come back here! I don't want to hear your fucking apology!" I don't even know where it came from, I found myself shouting it before I could stop myself. But it wasn't Brian on the other side of the door, and I was torn between relief and disappointment as Matt spoke from the other side of the door.

"Hey, calm down, it's only me Zack. Brian's...gone. Jimmy told me what happened. You alright man? Gonna open this door?" He asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"No, I need to be by myself right now..." I said; my voice still shaky and the odd tear running down my face. "Thanks for checking on me though.” I paused, trying to swallow the lump in my throat before adding, “Brian's...Gone?" Just saying his name made a new burst of pain form in my chest, but I needed to know what Matt meant. 'Gone' could mean anything from he's out for a walk or he's gone home to California. I hated Brian for what he'd done, but that didn't mean I didn't still care about him; I didn't want him hurt physically.

"He walked out of the hotel about half hour ago." Matt explained, still on the other side of the door.

"Okay. Thanks Matt."

"Are you gonna be alright?" He asked again, concern evident in his tone.

I was silent for a long time, then quickly nodded my head. Then I realised that Matt couldn't see the action so I just mumbled a pitiful "Yes" just loud enough for the singer to hear. I heard his footsteps retreat down the corridor and I let my head drop back down to rest on my knees. I hugged my legs closer to my neck and tried to pull myself together. For now, Brian was gone, along with our relationship. And he better have a fucking good explanation as to what he thought he was playing at if he ever wants out relationship—and out friendship for that matter—to be repaired. I was exhausted and slightly drunk myself from my night out with the guys, so I just curled up against the door—a few tears still making maths down my face—and fell asleep shortly after.

Next morning…

I woke to my phone ringing from its place on the kitchen counter; where I'd left it the night before. I groaned at the ringtones loudness in the silent hotel room. I slowly opened my eyes, which were heavy from lack of sleep and the tears. I worked up the courage to get up and answer the phone. Groaning at the many aches and pains I'd gotten overnight from sleeping in a irregular position. I stretched and walked over to the kitchen counter glancing down at the name on the screen, a small part of me hoping it would be Brian. If it was I wouldn't answer it, but…I just wanted to hear from him, to know that he was thinking of me. But the caller ID clearly read as `Matt'. I sighed and answered the phone, bringing it up to my ear. “Hey Matt.” I greeted, my voice still deep from sleep.

“Hey Zack. We're getting breakfast, just wondering if you was gonna join us? I'll bring you something up if you want?” I smiled at Matt, he knew that I wouldn't want to come down today, but still, I had no reason to be avoiding them. It's just Brian who I didn't particularly want to see—even if a small part of me was begging for me to call him—so I might as well join them.

“Na its alright Matt, I'll be down in a minute. Where about are you?”

“Just the hotel restaurant, food's not to bad, and Jason and Matt have got real bad hangovers and cant face the sunlight right now.” I chuckled at his works, biting my lip before I replied.

“Is Brian there?” I asked slowly, not quite sure what I wanted the reply to be.

“No, Zack. He's still not back…Jason was asking about him, so I hope you don't mind, but…I kinda told him what happened?” Matt said slowly, not sure of what my reaction would be.

“Yeah its fine Matt, they would have found out sooner or later anyway.”

“If it makes you feel better, Jason offered to `hunt him down and beat an apology' out of his for you…?”

“No, its fine.” I laughed, I knew that Jason would actually hurt Brian, he just knew that the offer would make me laugh. “Bri will be back when it suits him, and he better offer some for of fucking apology otherwise I might try to beat the shit outta him myself.” I grumbled the last part, partly being serious. Matt let out a cautious laugh on the other end of the line, not sure whether I was trying to be humorous or not. “I'll be down in about quarter of an hour if that alright….Need to get cleaned up.” I told him before we both said our good-byes and hung up.

I felt like shit, and I knew I looked like it too. I put the mobile back down on the counter and walked into the small bathroom in the hotel room, running a small sink full of warm water before I chanced a glance in the mirror. I looked as bad as I felt; my hair was sticking up in all directions, I had dark bags under my eyes, streaks of eyeliner down my cheeks and my eyes were slightly bloodshot. I sighed and splashed my face with water, washing of the eyeliner that had streaked down my face. Once my face was clean I ran a clean sink full of water and stripped of my clothes from the night before, throwing them into a pile at the corner of the bathroom before having a quick wash—I'd have a shower after breakfast. I walked back into the bedroom and pulled a clean outfit out of my suitcase—there was no point unpacking as we never stayed anywhere long—and pulled them on. I walked into the bathroom once again and quickly put a small amount of eye liner on before pulling a comb through my hair a couple of times to make it look somewhat presentable.

I rubbed my eyes—careful not to smudge the eyeliner—trying to make myself up a bit. I still felt like shit, and probably would until I'd spoke to Brian properly about what happened. I sighed again, then felt around in my pockets to make sure I had my keys, and walked out the hotel room to join my friends, hoping that I didn't look like I hadn't been awake half the night in tears…

 

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