I'll be the Brightest, You'll See

3 weeks later.

Loud knocking on my door woke me up from my sleep. After everything that happened in England I decided to move into the city. It was tough decision but I had to get away from the house that held all those memories. I climbed out of bed and dragged myself to the front door. The pounding got even more frantic by the time I entered the hallway. I opened the door and came face to face with an extremely drunk Vic. "What are you doing here?" I frowned. He didn't say anything, just stared at me. "Hello?" I groaned at him.

He stumbled forward and landed on his stomach inside my apartment. I rolled my eyes at his actions and tried to shut the door but his legs were in the way. I grabbed one of his legs and dragged him further into the room and then shut the door over. "I can't feel my legs." He cried out dramatically.

"Why are you here?" I asked him. He stared up at me with a goofy grin on his face.

"Where them girls at, girls at? WHERE THEM GIRLS AT!?!?" He sung loudly. He's luckily I live at the top of the apartment block and I have no neighbours. I stared down at him. I've never felt so confused but amused at the same time. He then went on to attempt to rap the rest of the song. He struggled extremely when he got to the Nicki Minaj part of the song.

"Day day day da-day day, day day day da-day day, day day day da-day day." I sung jokingly. His eyes lit up when I did so, indicating that he was happy that I didn't have a go at him for turning up at my house so late and so drunk. Yeah I'm a little annoyed but I think it's kinda cute actually.

He drunkenly picked himself off the ground and stood in front of me, swaying from left to right. "I'm so drunk." He announced.

"Who were you out with?" I asked him. He scratched his head and shrugged.

"Myself." He mumbled, looking at his feet.

"Why?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Why not? I'm a hot, single male. I could take over the world." He said proudly.

"Well I'm glad that you're happy with that but why did you come here?" I questioned him. I knew I wouldn't get a serious answer but it was worth a shot.

"You're fun and I wanted to do fun stuff with you." He said sheepishly.

"It's 2am Vic, what kinda fun things are you expecting and don't say sex." I warned him.

"Even just talking is fun." He said wiggling his eyebrows.

"Okay?" I stated with confusion. "I'm gonna go and get my phone, I'll be back in a minute." I told him. I walked back to my room and searched for my phone. That's when I heard music being played from my stereo. He was quick on the mark. Is he serious?

I walked back into the living room and he was fucking dancing. I've never seen Vic Fuentes dance in my whole entire life, I mean he can't dance for shit but here he is, giving it all he's got. He turned as the next song started and looked at me. Oh my God, this song is so old. "Yes I can see her cause every girl in here wanna be her. Oh shes a diva, I feel the same and I wanna meet her." He sung towards me. I could feel myself begin to cringe at him but it was also kinda funny.

"Vic what are you doing?" I asked, shaking my head.

"They say she low down, its just a rumor and I don't believe em. They say she needs to slow down. The baddest thing around town." He moved over towards me, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the middle of the living room.

"You're so drunk." I giggled at his actions.

"She's nothing like a girl you've ever seen before nothing you can compare to your neighbourhood whore. I'm tryna find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful. The way that booty movin' I can't take no more have to stop what i'm doin so I can pull her close." He sang along so drunkenly, pulling me closer to him by my waist. A part of me found it kinda enticing but then I kept reminding myself that he's a drunken mess. "I'm tryna find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful. Damn gurl." He grinned at me.

"Damn you'se a sexy bitch, asexy bitch." I joined in. He grabbed my hand and spun me around.

"Damn you'se a sexy bitch, damn girl. Damn you'se a sexy bitch. A sexy bitch damn you'se a sexy bitch. Damn girl." He kept singing, even louder than before.

"Vic you're gonna wake the people up from downstairs, at least sing quieter." I told him, giggling at his actions. He grinned at me goofily. It sent my mind into overdrive. But the harsh reality began to hit me again, he was drinking so much recently because of what happened when we were in England. Saying goodbye to our child that we never even got to raise was difficult.

"They can suck it." He laughed loudly. That's when I realised how much pain he was in. I stopped dancing with him and walked over to the stereo, turning it off. "Hey! Why'd you do that." He shouted at me.

"You need to sober up or leave." I told him, feeling kinda sad that I had to be such a bitch but he had to learn.

"Why are you ruining this Scarlett? I came here to see you!" He told me, running his hand through his hair furiously.

"I appreciate that but it isn't appropriate." I sighed. He walked over to me and tried to kiss me. I pushed him back and his face screwed up.

"What's your problem?!?" He demanded. The tone of his voice scared me, I've never really hear

d him speaking like that before. "Vic you know I've got a boyfriend. I don't want this." I motioned between us.

"Why did you let me in then?" He slurred, stumbling a little.

"You fell in my apartment, I didn't have a choice." I almost shouted back at him.

"Lighten up Scar, you're getting so touchy these days. And your so called boyfriend doesn't need to know. He doesn't know about our kissed in England so he isn't going to find out if we have a little bit of fun." He grinned at me and raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"I don't want to do this anymore. We can't do this anymore. Everything's changed. You've changed." I snapped at him, making him flinch a little.

"What do you mean?" He looked so damn hurt from my words, I didn't mean to hurt him. I just wanted him to realise that he isn't the guy I was in love with a few months ago.

"You're so... depressed now. And it's not like I can't deal with it at all because I can. The deal is you won't seek help, you won't talk about it and you definitely don't know how to channel it." I explained to him. "What I'm saying is that I can't be around you when you're like this, drinking to escape your problems or ignoring your responsibilities." I shook my head at him. "Did you even finish writing lyrics for the new album?" I asked. I could see the cogs in his head turning as he began to realise what I was saying was true.

"No I haven't." I watched his soul being crushed in front of me.

"You're letting this destroy your life and it's not my place to tell you what to do and how to do it but you're gonna lose everything." I said softly, watching his eyes lose their light word by word.

"I have lost everything." He said, his eyes began to water and it broke my heart.

"You haven't-" I began but he cut me off.

"I have. I lost you, I lost the chance to be a father, I lost the ability to write." He looked down at his feet.

"Well, fuck what am I supposed to do?" I asked as I brushed some stray hairs from my face.

"Honestly right now, I've never wanted to kill myself so fucking much. I feel so worthless. I'm sick of sleeping on a cold, empty mattress and watching the stars falling." He mumbled to himself. He turned away and stumbled over to the couch. "There's a million hooks around a million ways to die." He laughed sarcastically.

I walked over to him and sat down next to him. "Please don't kill yourself." I begged.

"I tried to wash you down with something strong but the taste of blood still remains." He drunkenly said, leaning his head on my shoulder. After a few minutes I realised that he had fallen asleep. I pulled him closer to me and hugged him tightly, closing my eyes and letting sleep consume me.

-

The buzzing of my phone brought me back to the land of being awake. I untangled myself from Vic and leaned over to pick my phone up off the coffee table. The number was a foreign one but I answered it regardless. "Hello?" I asked down the phone.

"Scarlett." I could tell straight away that it was my mom.

"Mom." I said softly.

"She's gone." She said softly, I could hear in her voice that she had been crying. I couldn't speak, a lump in my throat stopped me from even breathing. "She passed away this morning in her sleep. She was peaceful when she went. I'm so sorry honey." My mom told me.

I didn't know what to say, I really didn't. "Thanks for telling me." I said and hung up the phone. I didn't have anything else to say. I looked back at Vic and noticed he was awake and staring at me. "Aria passed away this morning." I said quietly. He frowned and sat up, pulling me into his arms and letting me sob my heart out. As much as he's a pain in the ass, he's always there for me.

Notes

I really loved writing this one! What did you guys think?