Kiss me like you wanna be loved

Simone felt her phone began to buzz in her pocket. She picked it up and sighed when she saw the callers ID. She was currently at work and haven’t slept at all night, she didn’t have time for this.

“Hello Matt” She greeted tiredly

“Hey, Have you seen Brian? We’re supposed to have an interview about a few hours, he doesn’t answer his phone” Matt asked, sounding a bit stressed.

“He said he was going to crash at your place” Simone told him, clenching her jaw realizing Brian had lied to her once again.

“No, he’s nowhere to be found! Damn I try to call Jimmy then, he hasn’t showed up yet. Bye” Matt rushed and hung up.

Simone hung up and let out a big sigh, trying to keep her tears not to fall. Yesterday she and Brian had fought, it was a bad fight, He had assumed and believing that she had been unfaithful to him, he had freaked out really big. She hadn’t been unfaithful and he had left before she even could explain things to him, leaving her behind in tears. Brian had a major problem with alcohol and he always found something to fight about when he was drunk.

She stared at her phone screen, the background was a picture of the two of them kissing and being happy. Simone sighed and hoped she could explain to him. She was convinced that their relationship was over for good.


*FLASHBACK*

“You haven’t been cheating on me?” Brian scoffed in a mocking tone

“No I promise, Babe.. please let me explain” Simone cried

“You don’t need to explain, I saw what I saw, you’re an unreliable skank!” Brian slurred angry and stomped his way to the door.

“Brian wait!” Simone yelled after him

“Pack your shit, I don’t want to see any of your stuff here tomorrow. I don’t ever want to see you again” Brian said though gritted teeth, his voice sounding cold.

And before Simone could say anything else he had slammed the door shut, right in her face.


Brian tried to hold back the tears who were threatening to fall. He kicked down a garbage can along his walk. He needed to drink this horrible feeling away. How could the woman he loved cheat on him? He was going to propose to her for fucks sake!
Once he reached the bar, he stepped in and ordered the strongest drink they had. That and some shots of tequila would be enough to numb his feelings.
A few hours later he downed the last shot on the table, he felt that he needed at least two more, but before he even could stand up he felt the horrifying feeling of needing to throw up.

He rushed to the toilet and barely made it. He gripped the toilet and threw up almost everything he had drunk. He wiped his mouth, feeling much worse now than before. He sat down a few minutes to regain himself before he stood up and washed his face.

He looked in the mirror. The man who looked at him back looked terrible. His eyeliner was smudged; his previously spiked hair was not so spiky anymore. He looked like he had been run over by a train.
Brian punched his reflection.

“FUCK!” He growled

Seconds later he ran out from the toilet, pushed past the dancing ocean of people and headed out from the bar.
Minutes later he got in to 7 Eleven and bought himself a bottle of Jack Daniels.

He strolled along the street, heading towards the studio.

He took a big gulp from the bottle. He held it up in front of him, looking at it.
” I'm drowning in the bottom of a bottle.” He chuckled slightly and took another big gulp of the brown liquid.

Soon he had reached the studio, he opened the door and entered, crashing in the couch almost before he could reach it.

“Fuck this, fuck everything” He muttered and brought up the bottle to his lips. But before he took a sip something caught his eye. He placed the bottle and grabbed his guitar and began to strum.

“I'm drowning in the bottom of a bottle. Running from a man I swore I'd never be.
No one ever has to face tomorrow. But I'm the one that has to face me.” Brian hummed along. He scribbled down the chords and lyrics before he strummed a few minutes more on the guitar before he put it down and grabbed the bottle of jack.

“It's the demons I've created for myself. The tragic truth…” Brian sighed and lay down on the couch again, taking a big gulp from the bottle.

He closed his eyes, feeling like the whole world was spinning. He took a big breath and downed the last of the whiskey. He imagined falling asleep beside the woman he loved, just as they used to do back in the days when things were better between them. Right now, things were chaos. They could be a happy, loving couple one day, the other they screamed and threw things at each other.

That night he fell asleep with the bottle of whiskey in his hand.

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Next day he woke up quite early, feeling like he had been run over by a train. He sat up slowly, trying not to puke. He held onto the table, trying to regain his strength.

“Damn liquor” He muttered as he rubbed his face, trying to figure out what he was supposed to do next. He stood up and exited the studio, heading home.

Half an hour later he opened the door to his and Simones house and stepped in.
He vaguely remembered what had happened yesterday; he remembered that they fought over something. He took off his shoes and went into the kitchen, but he stopped in the hallway since something caught his eye. All pictures of him and Simone were gone, they didn’t hang on the wall in the hallway as they used to. He went into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge; he stopped when something else caught his eye. It was a note on the kitchen island.
He took it and read it.

“Brian, I don’t know where to begin. This fight we had was bad, really bad. Since you were pretty shitfaced yesterday I bet you don’t remember a shit, as always… you told me that you never wanted to see me again and that I had to pack my shit and leave. And so I did, not cause I don’t believe you, cause I really don’t, I know the real you. Not the monster that the alcohol creates. Anyways, I left because I’ve had enough of your alcohol problems…. I still love you and I miss you like crazy, but I can’t be with you for now. Hell, even the guys wonder were you’re going when you’re drunk. The drunken Brian is not the guy I fell in love with, and recently I haven’t seen the guy I fell in love with around for a long time, I wonder where he is? Where is the Brian that I love?

So I decided, since I and the guys have tried to help you. That I’m going to tell your family. It’s the only way since you cant realize your own problems. I love you Brian and I wont give up on you. I’m still yours. But if you don’t solve your problems I’m going to let you go, forever….
Simone”

Brian didn’t realize that he was crying until he saw the teardrop landing on the note. He wiped his eye and sat down. His hands were shaking and his breath was rasping.

“W-hat have I done?” He whispered and clenched the paper in his hand, letting a tear fall down his cheek until it landed on the table.

Notes

So I was inspired to write this one shot by this song, so part 2 is comming soon :)