He did not know how long he sat there. It had to have been a while because the sky had darkened and the moon was shining. Stewie paid no attention to how much time had passed, however. Instead he was sitting there, on that same sidewalk contemplating what he should do. I have nowhere to go.He thought. Tears began to stream down his face as he knew he had nothing left. How many times am I going to cry in one fucking day?
He could just find an alley way to sleep in for the night, but judging by how frigid it was right then, he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. This was the end of the line. He had his chance to either make it or break it in life, and he failed. Now he had nothing. Just empty pockets and no one around who cared enough to help him.
Maybe I should just do it.He thought. He knew it would be the easiest way out, and it's not like he had anything to go back to. He thought about his life over the years, full of misery and loneliness. The only hope he had was Brian and this. Both were now gone. There's nothing left for me to live for. Screw it. I'm doing it.
Stewie jumped up from where he was sitting and briskly walked north. He pulled out his map to find where the nearest bridge was. When he saw there was one not too far from where he was, he decided that would be the place where he would finally put an end to his pain.
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When he reached the bridge, there were barely any cars driving across. Perfect.He wasted no time in climbing onto the railing and overlooked the water below. Stewie closed his eyes as the cold autumn wind blew through his hair. It would be the last time he would feel that. It would be the last time he would feel anything. No more pain. No more longing. No more anger. No more having his heart broken. This was it. The day he would finally take control of his life for once. As he thought about everything that happened in his life. All the times Brian had made it worth living. He thought of Brian's face as he prepared himself to jump. "I love you, Brian." he whispered.
Suddenly, he heard the screeching of tires. He grasped onto the pole beside him and looked back to find a small red car pulled off onto the side of the road. The car door opened and a figure stepped out. Stewie ignored this and turned back to the water below. He heard footsteps behind him and a voice that said. "Hey, man. Whatever it is that is bothering you, this isn't the way to solve it."
The voice was calm, collected, soothing. Stewie snorted and continued to have his back turned to the stranger. "What do you know? There's nothing left for me! Therefore, I have no second thoughts of doing this."
"Then why haven't you jumped yet?"
Stewie's eyes widened. "What? I was about to jump before you pulled up."
He heard a sigh, "Look, just come down from there. I can help you. Whatever you need, we can work it out. I can't let you do this. Not when there's something I can do about it."
"What are you going to do?" Stewie implored. "The moment I hear you take a step towards me, I will jump!"
"Please, just come down. I promise, there is always a way out of this. Trust me, I've been down your road. I know what it's like. I also know, it's not the way to solve things. Look, just get off of that railing. You look young. Too young to be throwing your life away when you have so much ahead of you."
"I HAVE NOTHING AHEAD OF ME!" Stewie roared, tears coming again. "No one is here for me. No one will care once I'm gone. There is nothing left for me to live for!"
"I'm here for you." The man stated in a soft voice. "And I will most definitely care if you jump. Please, come down and talk to me for a minute. If I don't change your mind, you can jump. I won't stop you. Just give me a chance."
Whoever this man was, it seemed like he generally cared about Stewie's well being. Screw it. If the guy tried anything, all he would have to do is leap over the railing anyway. Anything to get this guy to fuck off.
Stewie sighed as he slid off the railing and back onto the bridge. He turned around to face the man. He couldn't see him fully, because the headlights reflecting behind him, but something looked familiar about this guy. The man seemed frozen to the spot and looked like he was studying the teenager. Stewie was about to ask him what the hell his problem was before the man stammered, "S-Stewie?"
"I say, how do you know my name?" Stewie demanded.
The man stepped closer to where Stewie could make out his face. Stewie instantly recognized the face as the one belonging to someone he believed he would never see again.
"Brian?!"
Before Brian could say anything else, Stewie launched at him and slugged him in the cheek. Brian's head twisted from the impact and he collapsed on the ground. Stewie began walking away at a fast pace. That son of a bitch! He didn't care that Brian was there, he wanted to get as far away from him as possible. All of this pain that Stewie went through and the fucking asshole was only three hours away in New York; and he didn't even think about finding a way to contact Stewie over the years. He wanted nothing more to do with Brian. No matter how many questions he had, he couldn't go back there. Not after this.
"Stewie, wait!"
Brian jogged up and Stewie paid no mind to him. He just kept walking, leaving Brian at his heels. "Stewie, please. Just wait."
Stewie whipped around, startling the ex-canine. "What Brian. What could you possibly want?!"
Brian seemed at a loss for words for a moment. "I...h-how did you find me?"
Stewie scoffed, "Please, as if I came here to find you.Fuck off, Brian."
Stewie went back to continue walking and Brian strolled beside him. "I'm sorry." he began. "I'm just shocked to find you here...and...grown up."
"What? Did you think I'd stay a baby all these years?" Stewie rolled his eyes. "No, I didn't come here for you, and it doesn't matter why I did. I would like you to leave, though."
"We haven't seen each other for so long and the moment we meet again you want me to leave?" Brian asked, with a hint of hurt in his voice.
"That's exactly what I want you to do!" Stewie's voice rose an octave as he said that. "I want nothing to do with you!"
"Why?"
If there was a way for Stewie to blow steam out of his ears like in the cartoons, he would be doing it right now. "You have some fucking nerve to ask me that question! Get the fuck away from me or I'll throw you off this bridge!"
Brian grabbed Stewie's arm and forced the teen to stop. "Stewie, please just talk to me. After all we went though, you could at least do that. For old time's sake."
Stewie didn't say any words, he simply waited for Brian to speak. "Do you have a place to stay, tonight?"
Stewie was about to lie and tell him yes, but he knew it would be stupid to do that. He lowered his head. "No."
"Good, you're staying with me, then."
Stewie jerked his head back up. "Didn't I just tell you I want nothing to do with you? What makes you think I would say yes."
"Because you have no other choice."
"Oh yes I do." Stewie turned his head in the direction of the railing. Brian followed his gaze and jerked the smaller man to face him again. "Don't even fucking think about it." he growled. "If you think I'm going to let you climb back up there, you've got another thing coming. Now come on, just get in the car and we can talk back at my apartment."
Stewie was about to argue, but he was too exhausted to say any more. He simply obliged and allowed Brian to wrap his arm around him as he walked the teen to the car. This was not how Stewie had planned this night to go.
Apologies for the short chapter. This was strictly for one part of this. Once again, I know it's short, but Chapter Four will be much longer. To be honest, the past few chapters have been quite short compared to my first story. I'm sorry about that, I promise, they will get longer as the story progresses. There is just a lot going on in many different parts, and I just can't fit too much detail in there. Like I said, though, Chapter Four will be longer. As usual, expect CH4 to be released next Sunday. Please review!
Thanks,
Dawn
Austin