Hurting

/-Riley-/
I feel so bored. Maybe cause I've been thinking of Dean all day. Nothing makes sense anymore. Days pass with me missing him more and more.
I want him back. Doesn't he miss me as much as I miss him? Everything we shared, the laughter, the arguments, the separations, the makeups, was it all game to him?.
"Damn you, asshole. How could you mess with my senses and call it a game?". I throw a pillow in anger.
"Easy there, tigress" Liam chuckles after catching the pillow. He's got a mug in his hand.
"Don't you think your skills are better appreciated in the baseball field?". My reply contains a bit of bitterness.
"Here" He says simply, handing the mug to me before settling on the bed.
At first, I think it's coffee then I conclude it's cappuccino since it's a little too cold but what i actually find in the mug is way out of my expectations. I give him a look.
"What? Never had pinacolada in a mug?" He shrugs like it's the most
"No. May I know why this isn't tea or coffee?".
"To make it less alcoholic to your senses cause you've already marked it as the most alcoholic drink in the world. I can tell you've already concluded a glass would get you dead drunk so I...."
I smile in spite of myself.
"Enough of the exaggeration, Liam. I don't think it's that alcoholic but still you don't have to serve me alcohol simply cause I'm miserable" I state and he scoffs.
"What's the difference between that and what I said? I'm saying five and you're like half of ten".
I sigh and take a long sip.
"I miss him" I blurt.
"I know. It's been your pledge all week".
"Can't you be a little considerate sometimes? I'm an emotional mess, brute. You don't have to be blunt all the time" i groan.
"Alright, let's hear your love story" He rolls his eyes. I take another sip.
"I'll ignore your sarcasm and tell you anyway. He left me cause we made a baby together. No, he forced the baby into me and now...hold on, isn't alcohol harmful to the baby?" I ask and he gives me a bored look.
"I feel so terrible, Liam. My first love story had to be a game. He didn't even seem to care about my feelings. He spat it all in my face and called our baby a mistake. I hate him so much yet my stupid heart aches for him too. I bet he's not even thinking about me like I am now. It was all his freaking game. To think i wouldn't know if this little human didn't show up. I feel like slitting his throat with a butcher knife" I pour out with so much anger that i throw the mug against the wall.
"Dammit, that was my favourite mug and i really liked that drink" I sob and he wraps his hands round me.
"You're being too hard on yourself".
"Now i wish you could say something cruel like i deserved it. Why couldn't i see he was playing me. Fuck, he was so good with his words. And hands. I liked his kisses too. I should have thought he was too good to be true. How could I, when he stole my senses and evaded my thoughts? Oh poor thing, how could you expect so much from a man who raped you? That actually sounds better when I'm saying it to someone that isn't me" I keep blabbering until Liam places a finger on my lips. My eyes lock with his.
"Are your eyes always this blue?" I ask stupidly and he chuckles.
"If I didn't like you so much, i'd say heartbreak looks so good on you. You don't even need alcohol to get high". He says and I laugh out tears. He wiped it off with his thumb.
"You'll be okay. Simply cause Dean's gone mad doesn't mean you should loose your senses too. You'll get through it" He assures me.
"If you weren't gay, I'd kiss you now" i confess and he gives a beautiful smile.
"Can I ask you something?".
"Yeah".
"Dean said it was all a game but don't you think I might have changed his game plan a bit? I mean the bad guy always falls for the good girl" i say and amusement clouds his eyes. My eyes tear up as his lips twitch. He's going to laugh at me.
"If that were to be true, you would have done it already but we can't say how true that is especially now.. i think you need a good rest" he says. I should be happy but the thought of Dean feeling nothing for me makes me feel worse.
He just want the baby out of his way so he can continue making fool outta me. He knew it'd work perfectly since he made me fall hopelessly in love with him.
I end up bursting into tears.
/-Renzo-/
Something's changed in Dean. He no longer smiles. He rarely speaks and his temper is terrifying. He gets angry at the slightest mistakes and doesn't hesitate to gun down the unlucky sperm.
He's withdrawn and stays in his room most of the time.
He still brings in women and that's one of the reasons I ignore him. I pretend not to notice his mood swings and I don't bother talking to him. I can't waste my voice on the sick fuck.
That was days ago tho. He hasn't been out for three days and everyone is worried sick especially me.
As much as I wanna shoot him in the face, I have to make sure he's okay or alive at least so I could continue with the grudge.
I take a deep breath before twisting the knob. I walk in gaping at the mess. Bottles, cigarettes, clothes, leftover junk. The room smells pretty awful too. Where's Dean?.
I look around and finally spot him by the window at the far end of the room. He's in a bathrobe but he doesn't look like he's showered for days.
"Dean?" I call and his head tilts to me. I gasp.
He's got eyebags and his eyes are bloodshot. His lips are so dry that i almost almost doubt the empty bottles of beer. Beside him is a half filled bottle of tequila and cigarette
"Hey". Comes a throaty reply.
"What's going on, man? What the fuck have you done to yourself?" I ask stepping over the pieces of glass. He doesn't reply.
"Have you even slept for days? You're like the zombie from the sahara. You look like you could drop dead any minute. What's up with you, man? Talk to me" I ask.
He pours himself another shot of tequila but i snatch it from him.
"That's enough. You've been partying with it for days and nothing's changed. What's wrong?" I ask.
He goes ahead to drink from the bottle. I snatch it as well.
"Dean, I need an explanation" I state.
"Hand it over, Lorenzo. I wanna drown my sorrows" he sighs.
"What sorrow?". He staggers to me to grab the bottle but i back away.
"Allow me drown my ill luck. I'm badluck" he slurs leaving me more confused.