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A/N: Alright so this is extremely depressing, I am not in a good mood. (Failed my chem. Final and destroyed my chem. Grade, so not happy). I like how I wrote this and I feel very proud of it even though it's really sad.
Ace's Buddy: I promise the next Quoagan story will be happy, I have some happy songs in mind that would make really good fluff pieces, I promise I will write one of those next. I know the depressing stuff gets old, so look out for that. But thanks for reading and reviewing the last chapter.
Thanks to the other two people who also reviewed.
Let me know what you think of this part
Whiskey Lullaby
She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart; he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night
She hadn't winced, hadn't shed one tear, and hadn't shown any emotion at all. How could she? How could she do that to him? What had happened?
Logan sighed, slumping back on the couch. It had been one year to the date, since him and Quinn had separated. They hadn't officially gotten a divorce, then again she might have sent papers, he wouldn't know. All he knew was she had kicked him out for something he didn't do. She had accused him of cheating. They had argued, and she had thrown her ring at him and that had been it. She had cried all night, he had heard her. So why wasn't she in tears the day he left?
He swallowed another gulp of the whiskey, and watched the dancing flames in the fireplace. He hadn't done anything wrong, never even thought about another woman. But he hadn't noticed what he had done, he had put distance between them and he couldn't fix it, not now, not ever.
He sighed when he heard the phone ring. He didn't move, he didn't care, nothing mattered anymore. The phone stopped ringing and he heard a familiar voice leave a message.
"Logan, dude, where are you? No one's seen you for weeks; you aren't drinking again are you? Man, I hope not. Please call when you get this, we're worried." A click and the message ended.
Logan laughed, Chase always worrying. Well he had a reason too, he guessed. After Quinn had left him, he had hit the bottle, hard. The gang noticed, tried their best to help him, they had gotten him into a treatment center, went to AA meetings with him, they did everything they could. But he didn't care, none of it worked. All that helped him was the drink and he wasn't going to stop.
None of it worked because he didn't want it to work, he didn't want to feel anymore. He didn't want to feel his heart beating in his chest. It should have stopped a year ago. It should have stopped the day he rode away from the one person he loved most. He had allowed it to continue to beat for one year, but tonight was it. He couldn't take it anymore; he was going to stop that horrible beating.
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said 'I'll love her till I die."
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby
Chase, Michael, Zoey and Lola arrived at Logan's house and pounded on the door, no one answered. Instead of waiting to see if he would come or calling someone to get them in, Chase and Michael broke down the door.
They didn't care if anyone saw them, didn't care if they got arrested. They had to find Logan. It had been two weeks since anyone had seen him last. Chase had called the night before but Logan never called back. Everyone agreed something was wrong. Logan had fallen back to drinking not long ago, or at least they had suspected he had. His break up with Quinn had utterly destroyed him.
After the door crashed open, they stepped inside. One look around and they could tell that their suspicions had been right; he had fallen back to drinking. There were whiskey bottles everywhere and the place stank of alcohol.
After exchanging terrified glances they split up, praying they would find him passed out but alive. Ten minutes later a scream came from the bedroom, they dashed to see what had caused it. What they found caused them all to stand horrified, staring at the bed.
There was Logan, face down in the pillows, dead. He had drunk away not only his pain but his life as well. When they recovered enough to inspect him they found his hand clutching a note that read, "I'll love her till I die." The girls couldn't stand; they just collapsed against the wall, tears streaming from their eyes.
Chase called the ambulance; Logan was pronounced dead on the scene. His body was covered and taken away. The funeral was a week later; they laid him to rest under a willow in a private graveyard. Tears were shed as the coffin was lowered in the ground. Everyone tossed a flower down before turning and leaving the grave site.
Once everyone was gone, a lone figure came and stood above the hole where Logan rested. Tears cascading down her cheeks.
The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at time
But she could never get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night
It had been two and half years since Logan had drank himself to death and they had laid him to rest. Two and half years of guilt that had built up inside of Quinn, guilt she had no idea how to deal with, expect through the bottle. She played with the bottle, staring at the wall. She took another sip and sighed. Everyone had been calling her lately, asking how she was, where she was.
For years she tried to hide it, drinking mouth wash before they went out. Hiding her bottles when they came over, she didn't need help she said. She was fine; it was just a way to unwind.
God, was that a lie. She drank for one reason and one reason only, to rid herself of her guilt. She had stood and watched him leave without shedding one tear, not showing any emotion at all. At the time, it was because she thought her heart hadn't been touched by him, that he really meant nothing to her. Boy, was she wrong.
When she had heard the news that he had drank himself to death, holding a note saying he would love her till he died, she knew he hadn't affected her heart, he had taken it. He had had full control of it. What she thought was absence of love was actually so much love, that he didn't know how to show it.
And instead of trusting him, and working with him to show how much she really loved him back, she pushed him out the door and to his death. And that was something she would never forgive herself
for. She would never rid herself of that guilt and pain. She didn't want to live without him anymore. She wanted her heart back and there was only one way to get it.
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby.
Chase, Michael, Lola and Zoey were on Quinn's doorstep waiting for her to answer. The whole scene, reminded them of not long ago. Every single one of them hoped that they wouldn't find the same results.
Once again, they busted in, again they split up to search. They found the hidden bottles in the cabinets and cupboards, they smelled the air fresheners used to cover the whiskey smell. They knew they had missed her falling apart.
A scream sounded from the bedroom again, they rushed to the door. Again they found a site that broke their hearts and souls. There she was face down in the pillow, exactly like he had been. The y all collapsed to the floor, sobs racking their bodies. How could they let this happen again? This time it was an hour before they were able to gather the strength to call an ambulance. Again she was pronounced dead on the scene. The paramedics wrapped her body, handing them what she had been clutching, a picture of him.
They held the funeral one week later. Everyone once again came out to say good-bye. They laid her next to him beneath the same willow. The prayers were said, the flowers given, and her body lowered down beside his.
The four friends were the last to leave; they just watched the spot for a moment. There in front of them laid two of their best friends, gone because of one another. As they turned to leave them for the last time, finally at rest; they swore they could hear angels singing a whiskey lullaby.
A/N: I know really really depressing, but I am not in a good mood, so that's what happens. Well review and let me know what you think. I will be writing a happier fic next I promise.