Arianna's POV

Zacky and I got very much worried about Brian. I hope he doesn't do anything stupid to hurt himself. I really got no choice but to slap him so he can let me go.

After an afternoon of self-thinking and of course, Chris's advice, I figured that i need to give Brian a chance. I was being such a bitch to him. I didn't give me a chance to prove himself innocent before i took off for 'happiness.' The real happiness is, when i was with Brian.

As of now, it's 2:31 am and we are driving to Brian's house. For the first 5 hours or so, we thought he forgot his phone or something, but something seems wrong. All the time Brian will pick up his cell or even home phone, and now none of that had happened.

Once i got to his house, Zacky and I got out of the car and head for the front door, which is locked by the way. We knocked a couple of times, but no reply. Brian must be home though since his black BMW is parked right in front of Zacky's car.

"Brian, open up. It's me Zacky." Zacky said while knocking.

A couple more minutes past by, and still, Brian hasn't open the door.

I pulled out my cell phone and dial his home phone. Through the door, Zacky and I can faintly hear the phone ringing.

"Conclusion #1, his phone is not broken and he is inside." I said.

"Brian, if you don't open the fucking door, i will bust my way in it." Zacky yelled.

Still no answer.

I was about to knock again when Zacky pushed me away from the door. In his hand, he held a key.

"Where the fuck did you get that from?" I asked, clearly confused.

"Brian always keep a key underneath the doormat since he loses them often, especially when he's drunk. We use it all the time when we have to bring him home. I just kinda forgot about it." He said while unlocking the door.

Once we walked inside, we turned on the light. The house itself was the same since the last time i was here, before i ran off, but the difference is, is a mess. We walked into the living room where we found bottles of empty alcohol. Brian must of drink them all. We were about to move on when something caught my eyes. White powder on the side table.

"Hey Zack, come here for sec."

I pointed at the powder, "What is this?"

He froze for a second. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Oh shit. We need to find him now. It's cocaine."

"What?"

"When you left him, he wasn't sober. All he did was booze and drugs. He must've kept some when Jimmy and Johnny cleaned his house."

"So... you're saying Brian is a druggie?"

"I don't know, but we have to find him as soon as possible. He might OD. Also look at how much he drank." Zacky said to me full of concern.

"Alright. I will check upstairs. Check the basement then." He nodded and we parted ways.

When i went upstairs, i head straight the his bedroom. I opened the door knob and the first thing i smelled was the heavy liquor. But the first thing i saw... was Brian.

Lying on the ground face first was Brian Haner Jr. I walked and kneel next to him and turned him around. He was pale and passed out. I panicked. What if he's dead?

"Brian, wake up." I said, shaking him.

His eyes were still cold.

"Brian, please wake up. It's Ari," i said, tearing up.

Still not open.

"Brian." I said, patting his cheeks. Oh god no. Please tell me he isn't dead. Immediately, i called Zacky who was up here in no time.

"What happened?"

"I saw Brian on the ground. I think he passed out but he's not waking up."

"I am scared he's dead. Please no." A tear fell from my face.

Zacky didn't reply me but checked Brian's pulse.

"Call the ambulance now, NOW." Zacky said and i did as i were told.

When i ended the phone call, Zacky told me that Brian's still breathing and have a pulse.

While waiting, we called the rest of the guys who immediately came to Brian's house as fast as they can. We also called Jessie to inform her of what had happened.

Within three minutes, the emergency workers arrived at the house and put Brian in a stretcher. I am so worried. Please God, let Brian live.