*Key’s POV*

When I got outside I searched everywhere for Brianna, but I couldn’t find her.

“Darn it!” I shouted, kicking the fountain next to me. “Ow!” I grabbed my toe and sat down on the edge of the fountain. “I love you so much Brianna,” I sobbed, grabbing my heart. “I’m sorry! I need you… Please, I need you.”

*Brianna’s POV*

I watched from the bushes as Key called out for me, sobbing. My heart ached to go hold him, but I couldn’t. Key and I were done. I watched as he got up and began walking toward the exit of the hospital parking lot. I decided to follow him.

He walked out of the hospital area and down the sidewalk into the center of town. I tailed behind him as he searched for something. What is he looking for? He crossed the road, and I was about to cross after him, but the light changed and I had to wait. I watched as he disappeared around the corner.

“Crap!” I shouted. The light took foreverrrr, but as soon as it was clear I hurried across the road. “Now where did you go…?”

Most of the little shops I passed were closed (Oh it’s nighttime now by the way. The hospital was really busy so we had to wait two hours before they took Carolyn into an examination room. Then they were in the room for another three hours... I hate that problem! It’s like hospitals TRY to keep you as long as they can! Anyway…)

I walked around the few small blocks of the town. May I emphasize that this town was REALLY small. There was barely anything here! Finally I was back where I started. I cleared my head and tried to follow Key’s steps. This time a small building I hadn’t noticed before caught my eye.

Billy’s Bar

I tried to look into the small building, but the windows were all fogged up. Eh, it’s worth a shot. I hurried over to the door and stepped inside.

My lungs were immediately filled with smoke and the smell of alcohol. I looked around to see a bunch of creepy looking men with cigarettes and leather jackets. Some were looking at me strangely, while some were making me nervous. I knew not to show any signs of fear, and marched confidently to a table in the corner.

I hid my face behind the menu while I searched for Key. Thankfully I looked a little older than my real age, or they probably would’ve kicked me out considering I’m 3 years below the legal drinking age.

It wasn’t too hard to find Key. He was the only one in the whole building wearing pink; typical diva. He was at the bar. I watched as the bar tender set a shot glass filled with a yellow tinted liquid in front of him. Key took the drink in a shaky hand and gulped it down in one go, tilting his head back. He held the small glass over his mouth, trying to value every little bit of the drink.

“There’s nothing left in it boy,” I heard the bartender say.

“Please, one more,” Key begged, slamming the empty glass down on the counter.

“You got the money for it?”

Key took out his wallet and searched through it. He dumped out a load of coins onto the counter.

“Ah forget it. Just leave! You don’t have more than 50 cents there,” the bartender said walking away.

Key laid his head down on the counter, and I was shocked when he actually started crying. He looked around and slowly reached behind the counter. I didn’t know how many drinks he’d had so far, but I could tell it was definitely enough to get him drunk.

“Hey! What are you doing kid?! I said get out!” the bartender yelled when he saw Key reaching for the alcohol behind the counter. “Boys!”

Two big men got up from a table a little ways away and made their way towards Key. When they got there, they each grabbed an arm and pulled him toward the exit.

“Please! I just need one more!” Key practically screamed in desperation as they carried him out of the bar.

I waited a few minutes until the men finally came back and sat down again. I casually got up and slipped out the door. When I got outside I looked around for Key, but I didn’t see him anywhere. Where did that diva go…?

Suddenly I heard a groaning coming from the alley. I peaked around the side of the bar to see a body lying on the ground against the side of the building. The person lay there in a puddle of who knows what. I could see that him clothes were all torn up. A car drove by just then, revealing the person’s physical features with its headlights. What I saw made tears come to my eyes.

It was Key. In the moment of light I could see that his face was bleeding. His body looked sore and beaten. Bruises covered his bare skin, and most likely the skin hidden under his torn clothing. I finally couldn’t take it anymore. I stepped into the alleyway.

“Key?” I called softly.

“Uhhhhh,” he groaned without moving.

I slowly walked to his side, but when I got there my feelings overwhelmed me. I dropped down to my knees.

“Oh Key, what did you get yourself into?” I asked in disbelief. I gently touched his beaten, bloody face.

“Uhhh!” he groaned, pulling away.

“Oh my sweet baby,” I whispered, gently caressing a part of his face that wasn’t bruised. I kissed him softly on the cheek.

After finding the least dirty spot against the wall that I could, I sat down and pulled Key over to me, resting his head in my lap. I took edge of my shirt and dabbed at the cuts on his face. My hands gently played with his fringe and I whispered comforting things in his ear. As angry as I was at Key, I couldn’t stand seeing him like this.

“Key,” I whispered, unsurprised when there was no reply. “I still love you Kim Kibum. I could never stop loving you.” I leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. As I sat back up one of my tears fell on his cheek. I watched it slide down his beaten face. I couldn’t stay angry at this guy; there was no way. I was already feeling myself forgiving him in my heart. Key had me wrapped around his finger. It was inevitable… I was drunk on Key’s love.