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    Every morning when Kaity woke up alone in her king sized bed, she wondered what had led her to where she was. Twenty three, cosmetology school drop-out, and hopelessly in love with an alcoholic. One could say that it was hereditary. The same thing happened with Kaity’s mother, Joanne. Joanne had fallen in love with a club musician, whose first love was the bottle. About four months into the relationship, Joanne became pregnant. She was overjoyed—but Kaity’s father wasn’t. He was so enraged that he shoved Joanne down her basement stairs. Joanne brushed herself off and left, never seeing or talking to her ex again. That was where the similarities between mother and daughter ended, though. Kaity, try as she might, was never able to find the courage to leave Matt. She had a nagging feeling that if she did, Matt might actually drink himself to death. If she stuck around, then so would he.

    The raven haired beauty heaved a sigh as she sat up in bed, taking in the surroundings of her bedroom. Matt had come home sometime after Kaity had fallen asleep—around three or four in the morning. The television could be heard from downstairs along with Matt’s thunderous snoring. She rubbed her eyes and swung her legs over the side of her bed, her dainty feet landing on the plush bedroom carpet. Kaity pushed herself up and padded across the room to look at herself in her vanity mirror.

    I look like hell, Kaity thought to herself as she examined her reflection. I might as well look how I feel. Kaity gave her reflection a cynical smirk before turning on her heel and padding across the hall to her bathroom. She wanted to at least attempt to wash off the weird mixture of sadness and disgust that she felt. Kaity shed her nightclothes before stepping into the stinging hot spray of the shower. She closed her eyes and just stood under the head, letting the water wash over her.

    Kaity hummed a little ditty to herself as she washed up, the sound of her voice bouncing off of the shower walls. That was the only music that filled her home these days. Ever since the guys had finished the record and Matt had started hitting the bottle harder than ever, there wasn’t any singing and hardly any laughter. It was just the two (or three, if you counted Matt’s ever present bottle of booze) of them sitting in the living room, Matt watching TV and Kaity reading a book. They hardly ever went anywhere. Matt refused to talk to his parents because they dared to suggest that he go to rehab, and Kaity’s mother wouldn’t say a word to her until she left Matt for good. Their friends tip toed around Matt—who had quite the temper when he was intoxicated enough. Those visits were always short because everyone grew so uncomfortable. Kaity missed socializing. But she didn’t dare let any of her friends see the sad shell of a person she had become.

    Once the water became uncomfortably cold, Kaity reluctantly hopped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body. She shuffled across the hallway again and got dressed, throwing on a crop top and some yoga pants. No need for dressing up when we never fucking go anywhere. Kaity thought angrily as she threw her hair in a bun. She swallowed the lump growing in her throat and eyed the staircase from the doorway. Kaity knew she had to go downstairs and wake Matt up eventually. But she wasn’t looking forward to the screaming match that was about to take place.

    It was always the same fight. Kaity would make a remark about Matt’s excessive drinking, he would tell her to fuck off and about twenty minutes later they would be screaming at each other, throwing vases and the like. It would end with Kaity sobbing in their bedroom and swearing that this was the last time. That she would leave.

    But she never did.

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    Brian held his phone in his hands, debating on if he should call. It had been about a month since he’d talked to Athena, and it wasn’t really that pleasant of a conversation. He dumped the remainder of her stuff on the porch, called her a bitch and slammed the door in her face. It was hard to believe the couple that had once been so in love was no more. And it was all thanks to Brian’s vindictive bitch of an ex-wife.

    Michelle had been trying to ruin Brian’s relationship with Athena since it began. Showing up when he and Athena were on a date, sending Brian threatening text messages—but the worst was when Michelle texted Athena, pretending to be another girl that Brian was sleeping with. At first, Brian didn’t know what was going on. When Athena confronted him with the messages, he flipped out. He insulted her, saying that she was insecure and it was beginning to drive him fucking nuts. Before Brian knew it, he was throwing Athena’s things out the door and she was gone. It was three days later when Michelle finally let Brian in on the truth. And he had never felt more stupid in his entire life.

    Ever since then he had been trying to get Athena back in his life. Or at least to answer the phone. But no dice. All of his messages were read, but never returned. His calls went straight to voicemail now. According to Kaity, Athena still had the same phone number, so that couldn’t be it. She just didn’t want to talk to Brian. And that was understandable. It still hurt like fucking hell, though. All he wanted was his ‘Thena back.

    Brian looked down at his phone, his finger hovering over the little call button next to Athena’s name. Part of him wanted to forget it, chalk Athena up as a loss and try to find somebody else to love. But a bigger, more persistent part of him told him to keep at it. Maybe this phone call would be different. He’d never know if he didn’t try. Before Brian lost all of his courage, he pressed the little call button and put his phone up to his ear.

    Each time the phone rang was like someone adding weights onto his stomach. Brian had no idea what he would say if Athena answered the phone. Yeah, he had a whole rehearsed speech, but did those ever go as planned? In spite of himself, Brian’s heart sank when he heard Athena’s voicemail. Yeah, he knew it was gonna happen. But it still sucked. He took a deep breath and talked after the beep.

    “Hey, Athena. It’s Brian. I’m sorry I keep calling, but I really want you to talk to me so I can explain things. Just…please text me or something and let me know you got this. Bye.”
    August 9th, 2015 at 03:42am
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    He hadn't always been this bad, and Matthew knew he was going downhill. The last album didn't get great reviews, his temper was flaring up, and his relationships were all failing. He knew that everything was falling apart around his head but Matt couldn't let go of the one thing that was ruining him- the damned bottle. How many times had he heard the bottle was a fickle friend? It simply wasn't true. The bottle was a bitch ruining his life and sowing salt into his wounds. And a vicious cycle this seemed to be- he had a fight with Kaity and he'd go on one huge binge. Than he'd drink himself slowly into oblivion until Kaity came back; once again fighting as soon as he was sober enough to remember his own fucking name.

    Honestly he didn’t know what happened. It probably started around the time that Jimmy died that Matthew completely lost himself to the bottle. When his Aegean eyed friend died- fuck it’d been hard on all of them. But Matthew seemed to have taken it the hardest. With Kaity it was like… He just stopped trying. No longer did he bring her little presents to show how much he loved her, and nights spent dining and just exploring each other and the world about them he now spent staggering through the door during all times of night or early morning. And Matthew knew what a dick move it was. Who Kaity’s father had been, what he had been.

    Not only that but Kaity’s mother hated him. Matthew knew it. Kaity knew it. The broad-shoulder singer had never wanted to end up in this ditch; to have his bandmates actively avoid hanging out with him, to know that everyone walked around him on tiptoes. Matthew liked to think he was normally a nice guy. Laid back, complete with dimples and smiles. But when he drank it let the beast out from within his heart. He became irritable, moody- hell he was lucky he hadn’t ever gotten physical with Kaity during one of his frequent binges. That was another thing that terrified him- Kaity. She was so small and just… fragile that Matthew was worried he’d push her and Kaity would end up with a broken neck or something horrible like that.

    Even with all these terrors and fears Matthew couldn’t put the fucking bottle down. Because while Matt was sinking down to the bottom of his poison, nothing could hurt him. He couldn’t linger on the death of his best friend, or how scared he was of becoming obsolete and irrelevant to the scene he adored so much. Last night he’d gone out, gotten pissed drunk and found his way back home- around four. He was sure he’d woken Kaity up upon his arrival back to their house, the hazel-eyed rockstar would swear she had a penchant for just knowing when he’d been drinking. At any rate, he wasn’t surprised when he was awoken by his phone buzzing; sprawled out in one of his guest rooms still in his clothes.

    He smelled like a liquor store and Matthew’s throat was still burning. Fuck. Kaity may actually leave him this time. Slowly, blinking against the far too harsh rays of sun that seemed to pierce his orbs like a wildfire Matt felt a groan being pushed out of his throat. Even the vibration in his throat felt scratchy and thick. When he could lurch to his feet, stomach swirling with the threat of possibly being sick, Matthew got on his with daily routine. First off was to strip these clothes off; if anything was going to make him vomit it was the stench of sweat and old liquor. When he was standing in the middle of the room, clad in nothing, Matthew snatched out some fresh clothes and headed to the nearest bathroom, waiting until the water was steaming before stepping in. He didn’t linger, hurriedly scrubbing at his inked body to rid himself of any dirt that had accumulated and then just washed out his buzzed hair.

    The next part of his day that had become so routine Matt knew it was pointless to avoid it, was his least favorite. Kaity would come find him, and start bitching about his drinking. Matt would lose his temper, sit there until he exploded and have a few vases thrown at his head. Then Kaity would cry anywhere from twenty minutes to an hour; and the two would promptly ignore each other for the rest of the day. Maybe if it was a good day have some menial sex- though even that hadn’t happened for months. Grumbling under his breath as he dressed Matthew stumbled down the long hallways until he reached the living room; finding Kaity already there, curled up on the couch with a book in hand. ”Hey.” He grunted, bracing himself for her wrath and lecture.
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    Another day, another voicemail. This one of course wasn’t that much different than the others- less begging but it didn’t do much to alleviate Athena’s hurt. Maybe it was childish the way she had Kaity, who had always been better with phones and whatnot, set her contacts up so when he called it'd go straight to voicemail. Was it mature? Absolutely not. If Athena was half the woman she liked to think she was; oh she'd tell Brian Haner to go fuck himself with a cactus and jump off a cliff. Where did he get off talking to her like a common whore?! Like she was insecure about their relationship? In fact, Athena had been quite secure and happy with him had it not been for his ex-wife. Dammit was she a sucker for complicated and somewhere down the line Brian fucking Haner had gotten so tangled in her veins she wasn't sure where Athena ended, and he started.

    She'd been at work when her phone had buzzed, alerting her of a voicemail. Which sucked because Athena actually really liked her job, she owned a boutique called New Rok; and did quite well for herself. There were seldom days where customers weren't bustling about. The only thing that was different about today however was as Athena tried to distract herself by talking with customers helping her employees behind the register and stock clothing and jewelry was the burning desire to call Brian back. It had been a good year with him, minus Michelle's fucking interfering. It wasn't like she'd been fucking Brian when he'd been in the middle of his divorce, but god you would think Athena was the reason Brian left Michelle. Feeling a headache brewing within her temples the slender brunette quietly made her way to the backroom, rather her office, and slumped down in her chair.

    She was at a lost, at railroads. Brian was like a drug that her body ached for, and her mind whispered she needed. Yet Athena could still feel the her porch shudder as he dropped her things down and took off, his gaze cold and flat. After he began calling her Athena got the inkling of an idea that perhaps his ex-wife had something to do with this. And that had kind of been gnawing away at her. Had he really not cheated? Drawing a small hand across her face, she took her phone out pulling up his contact information. About to press call she quickly changed her mind dropping it down onto her desk with a forceful clatter. Dammit. Was she being too harsh on him? She'd of asked Kaity probably her closest friend in the Huntington area Boston bred, born, and raised bitch though her poor friend already had enough on her plate. In terms of Matthew, albeit his drinking problem. And problem was putting it lightly.

    Thoughts drifted away from Kaity and back to Brian- as they always seemed to. Athena was pretty sure she'd drive herself to insanity with thoughts of her iconic bad boy. Though, she wasn't really so sure Brian was her's. "I'm gonna regret this." Athena finally gritted out after moments of staring at her phone; feeling as if it were mocking her. Before her shop gig she'd been a model, and Athena was mystified that Brian was the only one who'd caught her attention like this, and then entangled her in a web; rendering her his for the taking whenever he so felt like it. With shaking fingers the bright-eyed beauty pulled his contact information up for what must of been the hundredth time, pressing call. Feeling her heart literally drop into her stomach she nervously tapped her long powdered-blue nails against the dark wood of her desk.

    For awhile it rung, and perhaps her lucky stars were smiling down on her so Athena wouldn't actually have to talk to him like an adult- though at the last ring he picked up. "Hello?" His voice was as dark and rich as she recalled, and biting at her lip Athena took a moment to calm herself before responding to him in a cool voice "Yeah. It's me. Did you need something Brian?" She sounded reluctant. Reluctant to talk, and even more disparaged to talk to him. On the other end Athena could make out his breath, inhaled sharp and fast as if he were shocked that she'd actually called back. Not wanting to give the illusion like she was by any means ready to forgive him, she grumbled "I'm at the shop. So... Let's not drag this out."
    August 9th, 2015 at 05:40am
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    Kaity’s heart jumped up to her throat and her stomach fell through the floor. Matt looked like absolute hell. There was absolutely no trace of the man she’d fallen in love with five years prior. He looked like a ghost of his former self. His stubble was growing thick and his eyes were dead. It broke Kaity’s heart that the feeling she felt when she saw her boyfriend changed from overwhelming love to overwhelming dread. Because more often than not, it ended up in a screaming match. The petite brunette thanked her lucky stars that Matt had never laid his hands on her. He knew better than that, even when he was intoxicated beyond belief. Kaity was so tiny compared to Matt that one solid punch could shatter her jaw.

    She sighed and shut her book, putting it on the coffee table before looking up at Matt. “Well, if it isn’t Mr. Sunshine here to spread happiness and cheer on this lovely morning.” Kaity snapped, standing up. She wasn’t very intimidating, standing at five foot three and weighing a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet—but everyone knew not to mess with her when she was pissed. Everyone but Matthew, that is. “Tell me, Mr. Sunshine…what time did you finally stumble home? Unfortunately, I had to go to sleep. It was hard, though, because I was sick with worry that something was going to happen to my boyfriend. He goes out and drinks himself stupid, and then drives home like a fucking moron!” Kaity’s voice was gradually getting louder, growing to a yell. “Not only do you put yourself in danger, Matt, you put others in danger. But I guess you don’t realize that, do you? Because you only fucking care about yourself.” She snarled, glaring at Matt.

    Kaity knew that yelling didn’t work. It only ended up with the two of them on opposite ends of the house, Kaity crying her eyes out and calling Athena at work. But on the other hand, playing the concerned girlfriend didn’t work either. So Kaity figured that it was easier to just play the bitch.

    “Maybe I should just move into the guest room and you and your precious liquor cabinet can have the main bedroom. Oh, wait, that won’t work. You always pass out before you even make it upstairs.” Kaity quipped, folding her arms and giving Matt a harsh glare. She moved so she was out from behind the couch and stood in front of Matt, drawing herself up to her full height. She still only reached the center of his chest. “I fucking hate when you get like this! You obviously don’t fucking care about me at all. I beg, I cry, I sob at your fucking feet and you STILL go out. What do I have to do, Matt, to get you to at least not drink AS MUCH?” She squinted a little to prevent her tears from leaking out.

    --

    Brian’s eyes widened and surprise and he got a pleasant punch to the guy when he heard Athena’s voice. Jesus, it sounded just as sweet as he remembered. “Uh, hey…I didn’t expect you to call me back,” he said honestly, running a hand through his unruly hair. “Anyway…I know you’re busy at work. But I really, really need to talk to you about what happened. Please just hear me out, and then once you hear what I have to say, you never have to talk to me again unless you want to. Meet me at Starbucks or something on your lunchbreak?” Brian bit his lip, hoping against hope that Athena would say yes. “I’ll buy.”

    He knew that Athena had missed him. Kaity told him that much. But if she missed him, why didn’t she answer the phone? ‘Because you called her an insecure bitch, you fucking moron!’ Kaity had yelled at him through the phone. She had been right. And it pained Brian to do so, but he had to put on his big boy pants and apologize if he ever wanted Athena back in his life.

    Words couldn’t express how much he hated his ex-wife for what she did. Michelle, upon signing the divorce papers, told Brian that she wouldn’t be happy until he was as miserable as he had apparently made her. I really fucking hope you’re happy now, Michelle. Brian thought bitterly as he lit a cigarette. He took a puff before talking to Athena again. “It’s just…it’s super complicated and it’s very hard to explain over the phone. Please, Thena,” Brian spoke, using his old nickname for her. “I’m begging you.” Anyone who knew Brian knew that the one thing he had was pride. Brian took pride in everything—his music, his looks, his attitude. And it took a lot for him to swallow his pride and beg—for anything.

    He took a huge drag of his cigarette and held the smoke in for a while, exhaling while he waited for Athena’s response. Brian didn’t know what else to do if this didn’t work. He’d have to go back to the drawing board, even ask Kaity for help. Because Brian was also determined as fuck. And the one thing he wanted right now in the world more than anything was to get Athena back in his life and back in his arms.

    “Please.” Brian added.
    August 9th, 2015 at 06:33am
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    He could tell she was pissed the second he staggered into the room, desperately wanting to fall onto the couch and just sleep. But the muscular singer knew that was going to happen probably as soon as hell froze over. ”Well if it isn’t Mr. Sunshine.” Kaity snarled at him, fire burning in her dark brown depths. Shit he was not in a mood to deal with her. His whole body felt like little pins of fire were being stabbed beneath his skin, and shifting absentmindedly scratching at his neck Matthew huffed a bone-rattling sigh. The more that Kaity talked, the more she worked herself up and soon she was flat-out screaming- making his hangover about a trillion times worse.These were the days that truly tested his patience, as she stalked over still yelling.

    Sure she wasn’t big or anything, but Kaity really knew how to say all the things that made him sick with guilt, and desperate with the need for another drink. Rolling his eyes as she laid into him about what time that he got him Matthew finally cut in, growling ”Didn’t fucking crash. And I didn’t fucking kill someone. If you’re so concerned about me why don’t you take up a god damn hobby?” That certainly didn’t help to diffuse the situation as her eyes flashed with a fire that spoke to how much shit Matt was in with her. And frankly, maybe his logical brain did care, urged him to go over and just let out all his hurt and fear and anger; but it was his demons that froze him to place.

    His little raven-haired beauty wasn’t nearly done chewing him up and spitting his bones out to try to make him feel two inches tall; and Matt was working on not blowing a fuse at her. ”What do you want me to say Kaity? God, maybe if you weren’t always up my ass I wouldn’t drink so much!” Matt roared, his misguided hurt welling over like a violent ocean tide. There was something poisoned and toxic that held them together, and it trickled into the back of his mind that she did care. That maybe Kaity was really scared for him, that Matt should be scared for himself. Only a couple months ago that Deryck Whibley had his liver fail from his drinking problem. Matthew at this point was terrified that was going to happen to him.

    That one day he’d wake up in a ditch, with all the other has been’s and everyone would forget about him. Kaity would leave him like the fucking loser he was, and Matthew would continue to drown himself in his demons, slowly falling into death’s embrace until he passed from this world. Just like Jimmy, Matthew would leave this world far too young. Deep down, Matthew knew he had a problem, but it was too scary for him to deal with it on his own. He was terrified to ask for help, to sully Avenged Sevenfold’s reputation that he had spend years carefully constructing with a tender hand. To his utter disgust tears began to thicken his throat and Matt turned away; ignoring Kaity’s concerned question of if he was alright. Turning away from her, and covering his face with his hand the man could feel that familiar burning in his heart.

    He ignored Kaity as Matthew stumbled to the door, shoving his feet into his shoes and snatching his keys off the rack. He needed to be alone. He needed a drink. This hole that he had fallen down was too deep for anyone to reach him and Matthew was determined to watch himself self-destruct. It was easier than giving up his precious booze. As if on autopilot he stormed out of the house and to his jeep, easily sliding behind the wheel and before anyone could stop him; backed out of the driveway heading towards his normal bar. There he’d be ok. That pain in his chest would be forgotten and he would be able to forget his own fucking name. He could forget that Kaity was probably poised to leave him, and that without booze he was a wreck. Matthew with a bottle in his hand could afford to ignore the many signs that his life was crashing about him; and it was all his fault. Everything he loved was on the cusp of being ripped away from him, and for his alcohol dependent mind- it was too much to process without a drink.

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    She rolled her eyes as Brian began stuttering on his end of the line, and pressing her lips down into a firm frown was about to say no. She wanted to, to just say the hell with it and have Brian come get the few things he’d left at her place. But there was something in that tone that melted her damned heart, and made Athena soften. Perhaps it was just the ache for familiarity, that made her heavily sigh weighing her options. ”Yeah I didn’t really expect to call you back either.” Athena grumbled, her tone flat and clearly unamused. Just because she was entertaining the idea of going to see him and what this supposed complication was, didn’t mean that she had to be all warm and fuzzy about it. ”Hate to come off like an insecure bitch.” Athena snarked mentally to herself.

    The silence stretched on like an unbreakable abyss when finally Brian asked hesitantly if she was still there. Blinking and glancing at the clock Athena against her common sense consented. ”Once chance. You understand Brian? I’ll meet you at Starbucks.” With that she hung up, before could say anything and tossed her phone down onto the countertop with a frown. Dammit why was being an adult so hard? And it wasn’t even the mechanical stuff. Athena could easily pay bills, buy things, and make doctor appointments that one was kind of recent but it seemed like her relationships were infinitely more complex than when she was a teenager. When she was just another pretty face that had clawed her way to the top of the modeling industry and quietly dropped out to start her own business, all at the tender age of twenty-three.

    She had an hour to kill, and deciding that she may as well start putting in orders Athena set to work. In her small office, cluttered with papers and half-unfinished projects laying about time flew. The lunch craze came and went and on the tailend of it dying down Athena supposed she’d have to hurry. It wouldn’t be a long walk, Starbucks was only a few blocks down and she was a sucker for their coffee. On her way out of the office she smoothed down her criminally orchid colored dress, and fixed it’s daring plunging neckline. Her heels clacked sharply against the tile of her shop and pausing near her oldest employee Emily, Athena informed the wispy blonde she’d be back after her lunch break. The air outside was hot and muggy and gross, the worst part of living in a hotter climate- though she'd probably head to the beach after. Maybe see if Kaity was free. God knew that her friend desperately needed to get out of the house more.

    With a brisk determined pace, Athena wove her way down the sidewalk. For someone who used to model she was deceptively short, though her confidence made up for that. Without her heels she was just under 5'. Goes to show determination can help you do anything. She was well aware of stares, from both men and woman making her rubied lips quirk into a smug grin. As she walked, Athena pulled out her phone, texting Kaity to see what she was up to. "Thinking about going to the beach later. Damned sun; wanna tag along?" With that sent, Athena placed the phone into her purse, never faltering in her steps. Too soon her walk was over and Athena's stomach dropped as Starbucks came into view; a familiar figure leaning outside the building, a cigarette held loosely from his lips. Of course if there was anyone out there more confident than 'Thea, it'd be him. The smugness was replaced by an air of aloofness as she sauntered towards him; stopping a few feet away and clearing her throat to get his attention. "Brian."
    August 9th, 2015 at 07:20am
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    Kaity stood there in shocked silence for a few minutes, her lower lip trembling. She knew it would be fruitless to chase Matt. It would only end with him screaming at her in public, causing her to be humiliated and sob in front of a bunch of drunks. Feeling utterly hopeless, Kaity sat back down on the couch and drew her knees to her chest, screwing her eyes shut and trying not to cry. She was beyond frustrated because there was no question of her love and devotion to Matt. If she didn’t love him at least a little bit, then would she still be here worrying herself sick? Kaity sighed and rubbed her eyes, picking her phone up off of the table. It had made a tone earlier, but she was screaming at Matt so she chose to ignore it.

    She raised a brow to see a text from Athena, inviting her to the beach. Kaity was torn. It’d been so long since she went out and just had a carefree afternoon with her friends. But at the same time, Kaity wanted to be at the house in case Matt came home early or if something happened. She wouldn’t be able to forgive herself if Matt got into an accident and she was out jet skiing with Athena. But then again, I deserve this. I don’t think I’ve left the house in about five days. And I need to get groceries anyway. We can’t fucking live off of poptarts forever. Kaity thought to herself. She looked at the screen of her phone for a few seconds before replying to Athena’s text. Sure! I need to get out of the house anyway. See you later! She added some stupid emojis before sending the text and putting her phone back down on the coffee table.

    The silence that filled her home was overwhelming. Kaity ached to go back a few years, where the average day for her and Matt consisted of waking up at noon, making love for hours, showering together and then seeing where the day would take them. She wouldn’t take those days for granted as she had then. The petite brunette sighed and picked her phone up, debating on whether or not she should text Matt. It’d been awhile since they had a decent conversation with each other.

    I love you…just be safe coming home. Xoxoxo

    Kaity waited to make sure that text went through before stuffing her phone in her pocket and heading back upstairs. She might as well get a decent nap in before she went to the beach with Athena.

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    Even though her tone of voice was less than pleasant, Brian was glad to hear his name coming from Athena’s lips. He could feel the ice that grew over his heart melting. And as cliché as it sounded, Brian thought things were looking a little brighter. God, how corny could Brian get? But he was in love—so it was okay. Brian let the corners of his mouth turn up a little bit as he looked at Athena. Christ, she was still as beautiful as ever. “Hey,” Brian said, running his free hand through his hair. “I’ll make this quick…let’s go inside.” He resisted the urge to take Athena’s hand and settled for just opening the door for her. Once she was inside, Brian led the way up to the counter where it was abnormally not busy for a Friday afternoon. “Our regulars.” He spoke to the barista behind the counter, handing him his credit card.

    Within seconds, their drinks appeared and Brian led Athena over to a quiet table in the corner. He took a sip of his burning hot coffee, swallowed, and looked across the table at Athena. “Okay, here goes.” Brian bit his bottom lip and tried to figure out where to begin. How did one eloquently say that his crazy ex-wife pretended to be some random whore that Brian slept with, causing him to break up with the love of his life?

    “First, I should definitely apologize. I’m beyond fucking sorry for everything I said and did. I had no excuse to call you those names or throw your stuff on the front lawn. It’s just…when you confronted me it reminded me of all the times that my ex-wife and I fought because of her issues and I just snapped. It’s no excuse, but it’s what’s true.” Brian took another sip of his coffee, trying to gauge Athena’s mood. Of course, she was probably dismissing his apology as bullshit. He wouldn’t blame her. But Brian still had to continue.

    “About three days after we split up, Michelle texted me. She told me everything. It was her, Athena. She’s so fucked up that she would actually pretend to be some random whore that I slept with just to break us up. I never would have cheated on you, Athena.” Brian pulled out his phone and brought up the screen shots of the messages to Michelle, handing it to Athena. “And that’s pretty much all I have to say.”
    August 10th, 2015 at 05:55am
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    Hey I just wanted to let you know I'm working on a post. There was an unexpected death in my family, and all at the same time we were readying the house for my great-gram to move in. So I'll be more active now. But I haven't left the thread~
    August 27th, 2015 at 10:51pm
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    Matthew had never made it to the bar. The muscular man had gotten about halfway there when he decided to just say fuck it and stop at a convenience store. It was easy enough to get two bottles of vodka, a bottle of JD and a six pack of Budwiser. He just wanted to make that pit in his stomach go away. It didn't help either that Matt was pretty sure he was dependent on booze. If he didn't have it for a day or two, which these days were exceedingly rare, his hands would shake, he would feel like his body was dehydrated and he couldn't think nor focus. So it was with shaking hands he had parked himself in what looked like an empty parking lot and started in on his bottles. Matthew cracked the vodka first, nearly gagging as the wretchedly hot beverage slid down his throat leaving it burning. After his first sip he paused for a moment, glancing down as his phone lit up.

    Kaity's name flashed on the screen and guilt like a boulder sunk into his stomach. That guilt of course egged on yet another drink, and closing his hazel eyes trying not to wince Matt considered texting her back; though ultimately decided against it. Maybe this would be the time she left him, and it was probably best for her. Kaity shouldn't be subjected to watch Matt destroy himself; and since he wasn't going to stop that meant it would just be best if she left. It would hurt her in the short-term but in the long-run she'd be better off without him. Everyone would. Self Pity. Drink. His mind urged and with trembling fingers Matthew agreed, letting that horrible celestial poison slide down his gullet. After he was halfway done with the first bottle of vodka, his mind began stalling, and Matt closed his eyes reveling in the feeling to not be able to feel at all. A slow smile spread on his lips as reclined in his seat, turning the AC up. Maybe it would chill the bottles a bit though he doubted it. "I'm ruining everything. Kaity used to be happy. Avenged Sevenfold used to be happy. Now they all hate me."

    Matthew's inner voice pouted, still audible over the buzzing numbness his vodka was yielding him. Matthew lost time sitting in his idling SUV, knocking back sip after sip. Outside his own purgatory the sun had bled into night, and Matt was nearing the bottle of the JD when he began to feel very odd. There was a slowness to his breathing, and a confusion in his head that wasn't typical of his normal drunkenness. No he was fucking cold, and turning the heat up didn't help. Matt's breaths were coming in short bursts, and if had been able to actually comprehend his reflection he would note the blue tinges to his skin and lips. As his stomach roiled, Matt sluggishly searched for the door handle, though not being able to find it in his stupor managed to throw up in the passenger seat. If he was in the state of mind to remember his own name, and where he was, Matt would of been scared.

    Instead he straightened up away from his now puke-filled seat, which was just liquor honestly as he hadn't eaten that day, and leaned back in his seat body shivering violently and breathing erratic. Close...Eyes... His mind whispered, and he swore to god it sounded just like Jimmy talking to him. That was the last thing Matthew remembered before he passed out. Luck was on his side, as a cop who had been patrolling the area noted his car both on his way to patrol, and on his way coming back. He was concerned that either there was some drugs going on, or the person in the car was in distress. What the cop found was Matthew passed out, suffering from alcohol poisoning, and shaking so hard he couldn't determine if it was a seizure or not. It didn't take very long for an ambulance to take Matthew to the hospitable.

    Matthew of course, was too far passed out, and had swiftly and easily been diagnosed as alcohol poisoning; probably from the day's worth of drinking still left in his bloodstream. They had pumped his stomach, put him on a fluid IV of and given him. All while he was unconscious. By the time he finally woke up, about noon the next day in a hospital bed, having no idea what had happened though feeling as if he'd been hit by a train; and properly confused by the IV's in his hand and the oxygen therapy treatment, the doctor a graying man had been somewhat diminutive as he explained because of the all the drinking Matthew had been doing lately, he'd succumbed to alcohol poisoning, and that he was surprised it hadn't happened sooner. And that's where he currently was, laid up in his hospital bed, after being informed by the nurse she had called Kaity as directed. Oh he could only imagine what she'd do to him when she got here.


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    As Brian promised to make their meeting quick, she gave a half-hearted shrug before sauntering into the small Starbucks shop. He must of remembered her favorite because shortly after he ordered their drinks were set in front of them. Great customer service; it probably didn’t hurt that Brian was… Well somewhat notorious in this area. Crossing her legs, leaning back and offering the barista a warm ”Thank you.” Her hazel gaze flickered back to Brian; the ice in her voice void, though so was the warmth she normally look upon him with. About the two the din in the place was distractible, but not impossible to talk or listen over. Athena carefully took a sip of her cold drink, honestly on that note how did anyone in California drink hot coffee, though kept her gaze on her former lover’s face.

    She said nothing as Brian spoke, her lips deepening into a scowl. That. Bitch. Shockingly however, Athena wasn’t really all that surprised. Once Michelle had gone so far as to show up at Athena’s work, and yell at her in front of the entire store. Taking a sip to mask her rather colorful words to describe Brian’s ex-wife the slender brunette let her gaze flicker to his face; searching it for any fallacy. There was nothing that would make think he was lying to her; just an open soulful look in that divine gaze. For a few minutes Athena sat there, fiddling with the hem of her dress, unsure of how respond. The stress of having Michelle meddling in their lives was through the roof at this point. Was it worth it? To keep this relationship even with his ex-wife doing what she could to make the two miserable?

    A heavy sigh ghosted from Athena’s lips as she took a rather large swig of her iced drink, shivering a little with relief as the cool liquid took the heat off from her walk outside. ”I can’t keep dealing with her.” She finally burst out, frustration coloring the depths of her hazel depths. ”Brian, I do love you. It’s the only reason I’m here. But you need to do something about her.” Pausing realizing how that could come off she hurriedly tacked on ”Like a restraining order- or… or… Something. I dont really know what else they can do.” This was the end of Athena’s line. ”She somehow got my number. Showed up to my work to yell at me in front of customers. This is getting out of hand. I mean- I understand why you lost your temper. I should of just flat out accused you of sleeping around. But if I have to live our relationship having to second guess what is real and what Michelle is doing to just fuck with us-” At this an elderly woman turned around to give Athena a pointed look, though she ignored it and continued on ”Then I can’t live like that.”

    She had done it, laid her cards out on the table. Athena had never wanted to reach this line with him; the curvy brunette had wanted to believe that the spiky-haired guitarist in front of her was her other half. She couldn’t deny that, out of all her relationships- Athena had the best times with Bri. He’d spoiled her rotten when she let him, and Athena had been more than content with him. Her dark-eyed rockstar was a far better relationship than her ex, the one who had actually cheated on her. That was probably why Athena had been so upset when she’d confronted him. Any other thought was cut off as her phone vibrated in her small purse, and clicking the top open, rummaging through whatever was in there she located the hard plastic phone case. It was Kaity confirming that she would be coming. Athena could just imagine the last time she got out. Fucking Matt. Scowling, she texted back a simple "Great! I'll come pick you up in like... Say a couple hours?"

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    Aaaaggh wasn't sure what to do with Matt but I wanted it to be a bit dramatic, hope that was ok >.<
    August 28th, 2015 at 06:46am
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    [[don't even apologize! Family comes first. It's okay. I'm sorry for your loss.]]

    Kaity had just fallen asleep when her phone started ringing. That caused her to sit straight up. Phone ringing? Nobody ever called her anymore. Not even her family. So it had to be an emergency. Using one hand to rub the sleep out of her eyes, Kaity used the other to answer the phone. “Hello?” She yawned, not bothering to check the caller ID.

    “Yes, is this Kaitlyn Sawinksi?” A formal voice spoke. Kaity raised her brow.

    “Yes….who’s asking?” She asked, understandably confused.

    “Ms. Sawinski, you’re the only person listed here as Mr. Sanders’ emergency contact. He was admitted to our facility earlier this afternoon, suffering from severe alcohol poisoning.” The nurse added.

    Kaity suddenly felt her world stop. She knew something like this was going to happen one day. She fucking knew it. But she didn’t know that it would happen so soon. “Is…is he,” Kaity couldn’t bring herself to say the word. She knew her world would come crashing down if she did.

    “He’s alive, but he’s fading in and out of consciousness.”

    That was all Kaity needed to hear. She hung up on the nurse and jammed her phone in her pocket, picked her keys up off of the bedside table, and flew down the stairs. Kaity jumped into her Escalade and backed out of the driveway, turning right. She jammed her foot onto the gas pedal and shot forward, praying that she would make it in time.

    Kaity didn’t realize that she had been crying until she reached her first red light. She moved to rub her eyes and her fingers came back wet. Her face felt sticky and she knew she was a blubbering mess. But she didn’t care. She had to make it to her Matthew. Even though he deserved it, she suddenly felt horrible for yelling at him. What if that was the last thing she ever did? She would never be able to forgive herself.

    After what felt like ages, Kaity finally swerved into the hospital parking lot. She turned off the car and then took off running into the hospital, pausing at the counter to catch her breath. “Kaitlyn Sawinski?” A familiar voice spoke. Kaity looked up and nodded at the nurse, seeing as she still couldn’t breathe.

    “Come with me, Miss Sawinski. He’s conscious.”

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    “I’m so, so sorry, Thena.” Brian spoke, shaking his head. What the fuck was Michelle’s problem, going down to Athena’s store and embarrassing her in front of customers. “I promise, on the dogs, that I’ll do something. Restraining order, harassment lawsuit, changing our numbers… fuck, I’ll even get a new house. Anything, Thena. Name it.” The brunette guitarist was serious about getting his girl back. He took a gulp of his piping hot black coffee.

    Athena would always marvel at how he was able to drink hot coffee. He always teased her about being from up north, and that one day soon she would get used to the weather. Until then, he would enjoy seeing her lounge about in one of his t-shirts.

    “I’ll even go to the fucking police station today, Athena. I’m serious. Anything you want. If you want me to get on my fucking knees and say what an asshole I am in front of this entire coffee shop, then I will. I just want you to be happy. I want my Thena back.”

    Brian knew it was dangerous opening up like that. He could be facing some major rejection. Athena could just laugh in his face and turn around, never seeing him again. But Brian had to hope against hope that some of his words were getting through to her. He couldn’t see himself with anyone else. He didn’t want to see himself with anyone aside from the beautiful brunette woman sitting across from him.

    “That dress is beautiful. That color goes really well with your skin tone.” Brian spoke, trying to show that he had paid attention when Athena tried to explain fashion to him.
    August 28th, 2015 at 07:38am
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    He felt like shit. Mentally, physically and moreover emotionally. As he was forced to lay in his bed, IV inserted into his hand to make sure he didn't get dehydrated the man squirmed uncomfortably. He wanted to leave this place that reeked of a forceful sanitation. The last time he'd been in a hospital was Jimmy. Just the thought made his gut clench to the point Matt thought the room was spinning and he may throw up. Once a nurse had popped in to inform Matt his girlfriend was on the way; which made his skin run cold. She would be livid. That might not even cover it. Now that his brain was in a semi-state of sobriety, Matthew didn't want her to go. His brain hadn't even processed yet how close he'd really been to potentially dying.

    Instead he focused on how pissed off he was at how the doctor looked at him as if he were some low-life scumbag. Outside the door he could hear people chattering, and machines beeping and people crying. It made his skin crawl and heart beat race. All Matt wanted was to go home, have a beer and maybe take a nap. Get this damned hospital gown off himself and if he wasn't worried about being restrained Matthew would attempted to at least taken out his own IV. Outside the window on the other room sunlight strewn in, bright and harsh making the young man groan with yet another annoyance. Traffic raced on outside the window and soon enough Kaity would be here. Matt kind of hoped she was too worried to be upset with him.

    As if summoned by his thoughts the nurse barged in, her face set in an exhausted glare and hair frumpy. "Your girlfriend's on her way up with the doctor. They'll be here momentarily." She didn't even try to give him an encouraging glance as she left, and Matt groaned into his hands. Fuck. This was going to get out somehow. It would on one one of those stupid fucking sites like Alternative Press, and then Avenged would be dragged through the mud because Matt's inability to put down a bottle. Or three as he had counted last night. Maybe he could pretend he was asleep and the doctor could just tell Kaity what a fuck-up Matt had become and to make him go to rehab. As if she hadn't already tried that one in the past. Matt, frozen by indecision was startled when the door opened and in strode that arrogant doctor and Kaity.

    Even if she didn't want to talk to him, Matt cracked a lopsided grin. "Hey." His voice was soft, gentle even. An echo of the person he used to be when they first met. "So... When can I go home?" His next question was directed at the doctor who simply raised an eyebrow at him. "Mr. Sanders. The police who found you last night reported two empty full-sized bottles of vodka. And one of Jack Daniels not to mention the half empty six-pack of beer. You vomited in your car and your system went into shock. You were suffering from severe lack of hydration, and hypothermia. You were in a short coma last night. You've been in and out of consciousness all day." Matt just gritted his teeth and tried not to narrow his eyes. Did this asshole really have to say that in front of Kaity?

    "Yeah, I had a bit too much to drink. Sue me. I didn't hurt anyone." The rockstar chuckled nervously, hoping this asshole would just let him go. Matt didn't think they could legally hold him against his will. "Mr. Sanders you don't consider what happened hurting yourself? I need to ask you a few questions, do you suffer from depression? How often would you say you drink? Do you drink to get drunk- does addiction run in your family?" The graying man prattled off, much to Matt's displeasure. Heaving off an over dramtic sigh he answered rather pointedly, "No maybe a couple times a week. Why else would I drink and no." Matthew had lied after the depression question, hoping that Kaity wouldn't interject with the truth. "Mr. Sanders I'll be blunt. It is my medical recommendation that you go into rehabilitation. There was a very real possibility that you could of died last night had that cop not found you. Well if he wasn't fucked before, now he was; based on the way Kaity paled and looked ready to pass out herself.


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    Blushing as Brian reacted with surprise about Michelle's workplace tantrum as Athena had come to nickname it she glanced away. It had been a couple weeks ago and Athena had threatened to call the cops if she didn't leave, to which Michelle had pretty much said she was done with both of them. And then she pulled this stunt. Really she shouldn't be surprised. But somehow with Brian fervently promising to do whatever to get his ex-wife out of their hair, she couldn't be too upset with him. "Why don't we just have a sit down with her. Tell her if she doesn't stop we'll involve the law. This has to be some borderline stalking or harassing issue. Maybe things won't have to get so ugly." 'Thea sighed, her sangria lips pressing into a small frown. Knowing Michelle things did have to get that bad... But one could hope.

    "Promise on the dogs? Now I know you're serious." She joked, leaning back in her seat, jewelry jingling lightly with her movements. As he went on to promise to get on his knees she waved her hand. "Mm, I think we can skip the getting down on your knees for now." The longer she sat there, the easier it was for her to forget that she was mad at him. It was still quite easy to remember how much she detested his ex. A delighted grin was etched onto her lips as Brian complimented the dress and in a playful way tilted her chin up. "And I've taught you well young padawan. My work here is done." It felt nice, being able to talk like this. Athena had been scared that after their last fight; the relationship would be doomed. For awhile they stayed there, until Athena glanced at her watch, it was getting late and she was supposed to pick up Kaity.

    "Kaity and I are hanging out, I'd let you come but her and Matt... Well you know how he is." She knew that if she didn't leave soon than Athena wouldn't make it to Kaity's house on time. "Well... Glad we worked that out." Her voice was a bit awkward. Goodbyes were never Athena's strong suit. She thought them bad luck which was she parted with see you later's. Getting to her feet as Brian got to his the woman sauntered over, leaning up to press a delicate kiss against his lips. "I'll call you later ok?" Turning around she paused, murmuring "Love you. See you later." With that she was headed back out the door and to the shop. Her employees were more than capable of holding New Rok down without her, and how long had it been since Kaity had gone out? Without towing a half-stumbling drunken ass Matt along with her?

    Alright, maybe Athena had some hostility towards Matthew. When Brian had introduced her to the guy's and their girlfriend's Athena and Kaity got along like two peas in a pod. Her and Matt? More like a wet cat and a dog. The sun above was climbing steadily into to the sky and by the time Athena had informed Emma she wasn't going to be sticking around work today, instructed her to call if anything happened, and got on the road; it was nearly one. By one-thirty 'Thea had gotten to Kaity and Matt's, though to her curiosity, pulling into the driveway neither car was parked. That was strange. Had her willful friend gone to the store? Leaning in her seat, deciding to wait a few minutes the brunette was utterly bored when another twenty minutes rolled by with no word from Kaity. Of course Athena instantly blamed Matt. Probably gotten shitfaced somewhere and Kaity had to go pick him up. Deciding to wait another ten minutes Athena figured something had happened. "Stopped by your place no s home... Is everything ok?" Athena texted before pulling out of the driveway and back towards her home. She supposed that officially cancelled her plans for the evening. She wasn't too terribly upset though; rather concerned. There was a pit in the bottom of her stomach that something bad had happened, and Athena just hoped her friends were alright. Even that oafish Matt.
    August 28th, 2015 at 09:38am
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    Each word the doctor spoke was a blow to Kaity’s stomach. Matt had almost died? She nearly threw up. Kaity immediately took residence in the chair next to his bedside, holding one of his hands with both of hers. “Doctor,” She whispered when she finally found her voice. “May I please have a bit of alone time with my boyfriend?”

    The now sympathetic doctor nodded his head. “Of course, Miss Sawinski. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He turned on his heel and left the room.
    Kaity sat in silence for a few seconds, still clutching Matt’s hand. She fumbled for the words to try and explain what she was feeling. “Matt,” Kaity whispered, looking over at him. Her heart ripped in half to see him so helpless. She leaned over to press a kiss to his forehead and brush away his hair. “You scared the absolute shit out of me, Matthew. Never do that again.” Kaity sighed and rested her head against Matt, willing herself not to burst out sobbing. It wasn’t working very well at all. She wiped her eyes and sat back, sighing. “Matt, I can’t keep doing this. I’m twenty three and I feel forty. I found a fucking gray a hair this morning. A relationship isn’t supposed to stress you out this much, Matt! I love you with everything in me and it’s killing me. I can’t keep up with this lifestyle anymore. Something’s got to give, Matt. If it means me getting on my knees and actually begging you, then I’ll do it. But you need help. If not for you, then for me. Please.”

    She swallowed the growing lump in her throat and put her head in her hands, finally letting go. Kaity cried for what felt like ages when her phone beeped, signaling that she had a text. Shit! She had forgotten all about going to the beach with her. Kaity called Athena, figuring it would be easier than explaining what happened over text.

    “Hey…I’m so sorry…I’m at the hospital with Matt…it’s pretty serious. Please don’t be mad.” She bit her lip. “I need you here.”

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    Brian nodded his head. He didn’t want anything to do with Michelle, but if telling her to fuck off meant that he would get his Thena back, then he was all fucking for it. “Okay,” he spoke finishing his coffee and throwing the cup in the nearby trash can. “I’ll talk to her this afternoon, or when she gets home from work. I don’t even think she has that job anymore. But that doesn’t matter. I’ll call her.”

    He sadly nodded when she mentioned Matt. At one point, the two had been brothers. But then Jimmy passed, and Matt fell in love with the bottle. He started ignoring Kaity (who sometimes slept on Brian’s couch to avoid Matt), and the guys didn’t even go over there. The last time Brian had visited was about six or so weeks ago. “It breaks my heart. Kaity is a little angel, and she shouldn’t have to go through what she does with him. I’ve tried numerous times to send him to rehab, but it never works. Oh well. One day, he’ll have to learn.”

    Brian stood up to pull out Athena’s chair and was shocked when she stood up and gave him a kiss. He was nearly bowled over when she added that she loved him. “O-okay… I love you, too.” Brian smiled, waving and watching her walk away.
    Now came the hard part—dealing with Michelle.
    August 30th, 2015 at 04:43am
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    Closing his eyes as Kaity asked to be alone with him Matt was torn between relief and trepidation as the doctor left the room; already knowing what was coming. Matt could see it from the way she held herself, and how just... defeated she looked. This relationship was tearing her apart. He was ruining her, the girl who the second he laid eyes on wanted to protect. For a moment he was distracted as his stomach swirled with the possibility of vomit rising in his tongue Matt paled for a moment, closing his eyes until it passed. When he opened them he still felt sick and guilty at the look on Kaity's face as she spoke; the hardly suppressed sobs quivering in her voice. With the haze of booze having evaporated from his skull it dawned on Matt this was his fault, and his alone. He had driven Kaity to the point of desperation, and stress with this relationship.

    As Kaity rested her head against him, Matthew hesitantly raised a hand to stroke her hair; though his movements were hindered by the IV. He stilled for a moment, the severity of the situation suddenly crashed upon him. Shit. What if he had died? Where would Kaity be then? Sure the guys would probably take care of her, and Athena but... But he couldn't do that to her. Matt had suffered when his best friend died- though Jimmy was more like a brother. He knew the hurt. It was what egged him on to have a bottle in his hands at all time. To take that sting off from loosing Jimmy like that. But if Kaity lost Matt to the bottle... Than that wouldn't be much better? Having no idea what to think, his stomach twisted at the thought of going to get help. He was terrified. Matt would have to admit he had a problem, go to some facility and receive treatment. Who knew how long that would take? He'd be away from Kaity and his freedom, and his friends.

    Though it wasn't as if Matt had kept up with friends recently. He couldn't remember the last time he saw Zacky or Brian; not to mention Johnny. And it was entirely his fault. Matthew had just pushed them away. For the past month or two he had just outright ignored Brian or Zacky's invitations to hang out, or go do things. Johnny hadn't even contacted him in about three or four months. Matt had liked to play victim; like they just stopped talking to him, but he knew far better. Before he could at least attempt to squirm his way out of rehab Kaity's phone lit up, and as she picked up, Matt deflated. He and Athena had never gotten on, the woman had met him after Jimmy's death when his drinking had increased and Matt knew she thought he was a no good drunk that didn't deserve Kaity; and he thought her a bit self-righteous.

    But if Kaity wanted her here; than so be it. Likely she'd drag Brian along and they'd have some sort of intervention. He could only picture his friends huddled around in some line trying to convince him to go to rehab. But Matt didn't need it. He could stop drinking on his own. Gerard had told Matt that he stopped his vices cold turkey. If Gerard could- than so could Matt. Logically that was incredibly unrealistic. Gerard was the addict's exception; and Matthew likely could and would not stop. "I'm sorry." Matt suddenly spoke up awhile after his girlfriend had gotten off the phone. The doctor had come in a couple times to check on Matt and to try to press him down into going to rehab though Matt had icily refused. The doctor had grumbled something about getting him some lunch and had only just left when the door burst open with no surprise- Athena and Brian in tow. Athena looked impassive while Brian just looked concerned. Sheepishly Matthew glanced at Kaity, not about to be the first to break the icy silence.


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    She had been back to her place by the time that Kaity called back; no stress off Athena's back. She was curled up on the couch Skyping with her aunt with her puppies, Lex Luther or just Lex and, Foggy Bear. She had gotten the two little furballs from a shelter when Athena was convinced that she and Brian were done. At any rate she was on the couch when her phone rang, and glancing down saw Kaity's name there. Frowning, gently pushing off Foggy Bear and Lex who had been wrestling in her lap she bade her aunt before standing up and heading to the kitchen. "Hello? Kaity?" Athena asked as she picked up, though her friend's voice quavered through the line talking about how she was in the hospital because something happened with Matt and it was serious.

    Now as much as Athena had a distaste for Mattew; that didn't mean she wanted to see him end up in a grave before he was thirty. "Don't worry about it Kaity. I'll be over in about twenty. I need to feed- we'll talk about that later. I'll be there soon." The ombre haired woman promised, nearly blurting out she'd gotten puppies. Athena would of liked to tell people, she hadn't a chance since getting them a week ago, but now was not the time. She actually had big plans for those two; shopping could be stressful and it would be sweet to have the two as therapy dogs. She figured her customers would like that- and while Athena didn't go in every day of the week they wouldn't ever have to be alone.

    Her pups had romped their way into the kitchen where Athena was standing and Foggy Bear, the more submissive and laid back one had begun crying in a high pitch for food. "I know guys. I'm going." Athena promised jogging to the corner of her kitchen where their bag had been poured into a basket so it would be easier to scoop out for them. After feeding them she waited a bit before running the two out to play and use the bathroom in her backyard, and once that was done and she put them into their crates. Then Athena was rushing out the door with her keys. In the car she dialed Brian's number, and really he would want to go. Thankfully he must of been around as he picked up on the third ring. "Brian I'm halfway to your place, Matt's in the hospital. I'm picking you up." Athena asserted before giving him a chance to answer. "I have no idea what's wrong with him but Kaity said it was serious. She sounds like she could use some friends there."

    Driving was frustrating. Athena was besides herself with worry for the singer, and her friend. What if Matt had been drunk and ran someone over, injuring himself in the process. After she picked up Brian, her thoughts were not much better. The ride was tense and quiet as Athena cut a few traffic rules; managing to get them to the hospital quickly and in on piece. During her drive Kaity had texted the room that they were in so with a determined march Athena headed to the floor, her jaw set with worry. Luckily the nurse didn't give them a hard time and about fourty minutes later the two of them were in front of Matt's room. The door was closed and Athena was terrified that Matthew wouldn't be in one piece so with a deep breath she reached out, hand faltering though recovered quickly and pushed the door open.

    Sweeping into the room it was to 'Thea's great relief that Matt was in one piece, though was hooked up to an IV and looked quite pale. "I came as soon as I could I brought Brian... You said it was serious so I figured the more support the better. Are you two okay? What happened?" Athena burst out crossing to Kaity's side and giving her a friendly hug. She hated hospitals, it was just an inherent thing since she'd volunteered at one when she was a teenager as a flower shop worker.
    August 31st, 2015 at 01:10am
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    Kaity raised a brow at Athena’s sudden hangup. That was weird, she thought to herself. What was even weirder was what happened next. Matt actually apologized to her. Kaity thought that the day Matt apologized to her for anything would be the day hell froze over. “What?” She ran a hand through Matt’s hair, still trying to process everything that was happening. “Matt, baby…” Kaity sniffed. She sighed gently and shook her head. “I accept your apology. But things can’t be fixed with a simple ‘I’m sorry’. Am I going to stay? Yes, of course. But we need to work on things. Counseling—not only for you, but for us as a couple. You need medication for your depression. Most importantly, you need fucking rehab. I can’t keep putting myself through this situation.” She bit her bottom lip. The very thought of what was going to happen if Matt didn’t quit drinking turned her stomach inside out. She couldn’t fucking put Matt in the ground. Kaity was determined to see him live, to beat the demons that were slowly killing him from the inside. “Matt…if it means I have to try and drag you to rehab myself, then I’ll do it. But it would be much easier if you just went along with me.”

    Just then, the door busted open and in came Athena and Brian. Kaity started crying all over again as she flung herself into Athena’s arms, clutching her best friend tight. “Thank god you two are here,” she whispered when they parted. Kaity really didn’t feel like saying what had happened to Matt. She couldn’t take the looks of ‘I told you so’ from Athena. Even though Kaity knew that she was right. Everybody was right.

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    Brian had just gotten home and flopped on the couch, ready to take a nap when Athena called. He had barely opened his lips to greet her when she blurted out that Matt was in the hospital and she was already halfway to his house. Athena had quickly hung up, leaving Brian more confused than ever.

    He quickly threw his shoes on and then waited on the front porch for Athena to save time. Aside from confusion, he was nearly sick with worry. His one-time brother in law was an alcoholic. Brian knew that if Matt continued down the twisted fucking path that he was on, he would die. And he was terrified that he was going to be saying his last goodbyes. Wordlessly, Brian climbed into Athena’s car and shut the door. He said a silent prayer for his best friend.
    September 1st, 2015 at 03:31am