Vision

“What do you mean? Is he hiding? Did he just fucking ditch?”
“I don’t know, but wherever he is, he isn’t getting far, he left his wallet, phone, car keys, everything, it’s all in his jacket out on the terrace.”
“That man is basically attached to his phone, why would he leave it behind?”
“You think I didn’t already ask myself that? My guess is no better than yours Gerard.” I could tell Patrick was getting exasperated. “I’m taking my car and going to look for him.”
“I’m coming with you.” I butted in, “It could be my fault he left, and I should help find him.”
“Christine please, you’re still weak, we can’t have you getting hurt.” Gerard looked desperate but I couldn’t just sit here while Brendon could be in trouble.
“Christine…”
“Save it, I’m helping find him.”
Gerard ran a hand through his hair, I could tell he didn’t want me helping but I was too stubborn to care. Maybe I really did care about Brendon’s safety or maybe it was just my guilty conscious talking but either way I was helping. Patrick jingled the car keys and pointed to the door, time to go.
We had been driving around for what felt like an eternity when lucked proved to be on our side. Just as we turned another corner we saw a dirty, screaming Brendon being thrown out of a high-class bar.
“Don’t you know who I fucking am? Brendon fucking Urie! I would ask why you haven’t heard of my band but obviously you have no class and no music taste!”
He snapped his fingers in front of the bouncer’s face and turned to walk away but he either forgot that there were stairs there or he was too drunk to care, because one step later he was flat on his face on the filthy cement ground.
“And stay out punk.” The bouncer laughed and slammed the bar door, the thumping bass of the music was all we could hear from inside now. Patrick parked the car and jumped out of the car to help Brendon. After Gerard jumped out of the passengers seat I went to follow him when a horrible tearing sensation tore through my back, I saw stars in my vision and had to sit down in the car and wait for the pain to pass before I could even open my eyes.
When I opened my eyes I saw Brendon being dragged by Gerard and Patrick, I slid to the other side of the car so I could help pull him into the car. When he was completely inside Gerard slammed the door and I held Brendon’s head on my lap. I saw his face was covered in blood, I don’t know if it was from falling down the stairs or maybe he got in a fight inside, but it didn’t look nice.
I tried to use the hem of the t-shirt Gerard had given me to wipe up the blood but it wasn’t helping much. His face seemed to be covered in a series of shallow cuts. I couldn’t stop the bleeding until I had something larger to cover his face with. He was still drunk so Brendon continued to try and wriggle out of my grasp and sit up. But whenever he did manage to get free he just got light headed and laid back down on my legs. I rubbed his shoulder to try and calm him down but he wouldn’t stop being an ass. The whole ride back to the hotel he continued to say thing along the lines of,
“You fucking fucks, mother fucking fuck fuckity fucking shit. What the fucks are you doing, fuck you, suck my fucking dick you fucker.” When we arrived back at the hotel I had to help cover his mouth so he would stop shouting obscenities at other people. Once all four of us were in the elevator, Gerard and Patrick dropped him on the floor and I sat down next to him. I couldn’t stand for much longer, the pain was getting worse and I was still extremely tired.
When the elevator dinged at our floor Gerard had to help me up but for the walk to the room I had to handle myself. I hadn’t noticed before but this hotel was extremely nice, even though they three seemed to be living together it must be really expensive. I wonder what they do for a living? Gerard said something about fans; maybe they are actors. That would be cool. But who I am I kidding, nothing that cool ever happens to me, they are probably brothers or something living off of their parents’ money.
Gerard and Patrick went to put Brendon in a different room of the suite and then we all said our goodbyes for the night. I think we were all a little beat from the events of the few days past.

Notes

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