Chapter 11: With Cherries on Top
Though he wasn't sure how he managed in his condition, Stewie was about to make it home in one piece. His arm throbbed in pain as he gripped it tight to keep pressure there...after all, the last thing he wanted to do was bleed out. He hadn't even gotten a good look at the bite left behind, but he knew it was deep. Brian's teeth had sunk into the very tendons of his shoulder, making muscles scream each time he dared to move it. Yet there was so much more for the poor boy to be concerned about.
Upon making it to Spooner Street, he was suddenly grief stricken with the idea of walking into his home looking the way he was. That was perhaps what worried him most...causing a scene where Lois would want to hunt down Brian. She would be infuriated because who else could have left such a horrid mark on her son? Only the dog...since he had a history of biting.
Lois wouldn't be able to believe it, though.
Stewie knew that she wouldn't have pinpointed Brian to hurting the boy. There was no way he would ever hurt the kid. No...Brian could be trusted with Stewie...Brian loved Stewie and Stewie loved Brian.
Even after all of this...Stewie was still thinking about Brian's personal wellbeing.
Such a miraculous thing, really. The heart...how fragile it was. How Stewie couldn't just let the damn animal go.
So he waited outside until the lights went out in the Griffin home. He had thought about climbing the lattice that led up to his bedroom, but quickly tossed the idea aside. His arm was hurting more and more as time passed. In fact, the pain was becoming so severe, it was making him feel light-headed.
Still he closed his eyes. He ignored the pain.
He waited impatiently for the busy street to quiet down...he waited for the lights to turn off.
During that time, he thought about Brian...and what had happened between the two just only a few hours ago. Brian with such desire in his eyes...Stewie must have had the same because the dog looked thrilled to have the boy underneath him. Bodies touching one another like they were meant to...Brian huffing in delight, his breath quickening in tune with Stewie's.
Worry slowly becoming something not worth thinking about. Just that moment was enough...a moment where Stewie felt like he was loved again until David had crossed the boy's mind. How horrible it was...how horrible Stewie was for letting Brian seduce him while the man who had saved Stewie of such torment was being punished for something he didn't do.
Stewie snapped his eyes open.
Upon doing so...the backyard was now pitch black. Crickets were chirping...and best of all, the lights were off from inside the house. Stewie groaned as he pushed himself up, once more gripping his shoulder that had begun to bleed more. His shirt sleeve was just coated in old and new blood...sticking to the very fine hairs on the boy's arm. It would be a hell of a time getting it off.
He went through the patio door, knowing that it was always unlocked since Brian usually was gone all night; the damn idiot never kept a house key with him.
Stewie left himself inside, being so quiet and so still...for a moment, he forgot about his baby feet...how light they were. It would be impossible for anyone to hear him from downstairs. Still Stewie didn't want to take any chances. Now inside the kitchen, the boy quickly dashed to the living room and he rushed up the stairs.
Perhaps from anxiety of not wanting to get caught, he ran as fast as his legs would take him. His legs that were already sore enough from the persistent walking. He didn't even remember the journey from that place to his home; it was all such a blur to him now.
Coming to his bedroom, he opened the vault to his lab where he always kept a first aid kit just in case he were to get injured with one of his inventions. It surprisingly happened quite often, but he never told anyone. They didn't need to know, after all. Besides...what Stewie did in his lab was his business. He grabbed the kit from a shelf and used the scissors from it to cut the sleeve of his shirt.
He was ginger and very careful when he pulled both ends away from his arm. He never uttered a single groan of pain or even a whimper. His eyes just fixated on the dried blood still there, decorating his arm.
It still hurt like hell though.
Now with his arm exposed to him, the boy could now take a look at the damage there. The sight alone was grotesque. Puncture wounds along his shoulder that were still bleeding that now looked infected. He sighed and grabbed a bottle of alcohol. He knew he didn't have a choice but to use his hurt arm to enable himself to pour a generous amount of the alcohol onto a cotton swab. Moving even just bit hurt more than he could explain. The pain just radiating from his shoulder to his finger tips.
With the swab now coating in the disinfectant, Stewie brought it to his shoulder...his fingers shaking, but he pressed the alcohol on the open wound. Immediately, sensory triggers jolted his brain awake and it sent out an alarming amount of painful reminders that he was in agony. Stewie clenched his teeth, but he bit his tongue. He wouldn't allow this...no...he would not give the satisfaction that Brian had hurt him.
"Fuck…!"
Still...no manner of pain could keep the poor boy's mind at ease from his racing thoughts. Thoughts of David...locked away and of course thoughts of Brian...how easy it was for the dog to just do something so simple as a tender kiss. It had been enough for Stewie to just...succumb so quickly.
All his life, he had been under the impression that he had Brian wrapped around his finger when in reality, it was the dog who had Stewie so close...the canine had made the kid feel so dependent on him.
How could he have not seen this coming?
To be fair, the boy had come across straying thoughts of what could possibly happen if something were to happen to this degree and he would have taken precautions, but he didn't think this would have happened so soon...he also didn't want to believe that this could happen; that Brian could be so cruel. Stewie believed that Brian was happy with Rachel...he figured that she was who he wanted to be with. So Stewie tried to move on...which had been such a difficult task already and now David was gone.
Stewie knew that nothing could come of this. Despite the preschool being in a relatively nice area, the establishment didn't receive enough funding to get security cameras. Which meant that David had been framed and he would rot away in a cell...and it had been the boy's fault for not thinking ahead like he always did. He just didn't want to believe that Brian was capable of something so heinous.
He just wanted to be...happy.
Brian had effectively made things so much worse.
Brian had ruined his life.
So really...how could the boy come back from this? How could he find it in himself to forgive Brian for doing something so unforgivable? It was just so hard to decipher and really think coherently about what had taken place, what had happened today, and what would have happened if Brian had caught the boy.
He didn't want to believe that Brian would...hurt him to such magnitude, but really...would it have even mattered at that point?
Brian trying to coax the boy...just Brian.
He quickly wrapped his shoulder and arm with bandages once he had washed the wound thoroughly and given it more of the alcohol treatment. At least in that retrospect...he was better off than he had been.
Still that didn't prevent him from feeling the nausea all over again. The horrible sensation of knowing there was nothing he could do and that Brian was possibly gone forever.
Stewie lowered his head, tears falling from the corners of his eyes. He wiped them away, sniffling as he looked down to his fingers that were still shaking. He hiccuped quietly, shoulders beginning to shake while he tried his best to handle the panic that was slowly coming back and nestling in his head...making a home for itself. He sighed heavily and slowly lifted his head...his eyes than met an array of notes on his desk.
Notes and simple mathematical equations for Brian's machine. The machine that...he knew would have worked because he had put such love and devotion towards it. Normally he felt so proud of his inventions, but this one...had been something worth being proud about. This would have changed everything...it would have kept Brian with him. It would have been something so miraculous, so incredible that even the dog...of course the dog...of course Brian would have been just as proud.
That's all Stewie wanted...he just wanted Brian to be proud of him.
To acknowledge him the way he wished to be.
Stewie focused on those notes before him. He couldn't believe just how close he was to completing it. This machine had been an out of this world idea and Stewie was able to make it a reality.
Now he couldn't think of anything that angered him more.
Before he knew it, he was grabbing a power tool...his hammer...a personal favorite of his while his eyes never left the notes. He had the tool in his hand and he was holding it tight. He glared...and he lifted the tool above his head and he brought it down onto the table, practically breaking it in half along with the notes that he had slaved over.
It didn't matter anymore.
Furious with himself, he turned to face Brian's machine that was still in the works. He trembled, he shook...he felt sick. He took steady steps towards the machine...dragging the hammer behind him and before he could stop himself, he was swinging the tool so hard against the metal of the machine, the impact echoed in his lab.
That didn't stop him.
He lifted the tool over his head like he had before and he continuously hit the metal pieces...destroying such craftsmanship. It was such a power trip...such a sensation, such a wonderful and liberating feeling that overwhelmed Stewie to the point he was swinging and destroying this machine until there was nothing left standing.
It was a temporary relief that gave Stewie just a moment to forget about the excruciating pain in his arm.
He breathed heavily...pieces of machinery around him.
He took a deeper breath and then began to beat the pieces before him, a rage taking over him...a feeling of needing to let out these god awful awful sensations. "FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU, BRIAN!" He didn't stop, he couldn't stop. He was so far gone...even when he was sobbing, he still didn't stop until he couldn't take the pain from his shoulder anymore.
He collapsed to the ground...and he wailed heavily. He cried harder than he had ever cried before.
"He...he was going to be proud of me…"
Stewie was so distraught. He had just ruined something so precious.
He rolled onto his side and reached to grab a piece of the machine...and he held it close.
"Brian…"
The dog sat in his car, staring out into the void. He wasn't sure just how long he had been sitting there. It had been ages, if felt, since he had finally gotten up the strength to pick himself up off the ground. He cried after Stewie until he couldn't anymore, until it no longer made any logical sense to. The release felt good, though. Sometimes it was just good to vent.
...Though lying on the ground sobbing and hyperventilating was probably not the healthiest way to go about it.
Whatever.
Why should he care? What reason was there? Stewie had left him, surely for good this time.
He'd lost everything.
He'd cry more, but his tear ducts had gone dry long ago. Now all he had was this numbness that was slowly consuming him as he stared off down the street, his mind racing with, what felt like, millions of thoughts at once.
Stewie…
He's gone.
I've lost him.
Forever.
Why did I do that?
What was I thinking?
Why do I keep screwing up!?
There was vitriol in the tone, a subconscious disgust at himself, but he felt like he was becoming one with his seat, all actual feeling leaving him as he scolded and berated himself, an internal struggle, like a nagging wife beating him down as he just sat there taking it.
He'd bitten Stewie…
That thought in particular caused him to jump. He had been ignoring that truth for the past...hour? Two?
He wasn't sure...
...but his mind wasn't going to let him ignore it any longer.
I bit Stewie…
He gulped.
He'd hurt Stewie...physically.
...More than that.
He didn't feel bad about David. That he was sure about. David never should have been in the picture to begin with, and it was the man's own damn fault for getting involved where he had no place being. What had happened after that...well, that wasn't Brian's concern.
Stewie had been devastated, though. He knew he would be. He knew he'd be able to cheer the boy up… It was supposed to pass. He was supposed to save the day, be Stewie's knight in shining armour! It had been a little manipulative, sure, but...what else was he supposed to do? He...had to get rid of David...right?
He scoffed to himself.
Of course I did.
So, no, he in no way felt bad about his plan, but the way he had acted as he started to realize it was falling apart…? That was a different story.
Stewie didn't immediately come running to him like he had hoped. The child's despair had been greater than he had anticipated and nothing seemed to console him.
It had been maddening. Why couldn't Stewie just accept that they were together again!? Why wasn't he as thrilled as he was in that moment? He knew Stewie loved him. He knew it! And he loved Stewie.
He slammed his palm on the steering wheel.
So, why isn't this working!?
It was so simple, and at every turn, it seemed Stewie wanted to keep making it complicated.
Ok, he could admit that he hadn't acted in the most...graceful way.
He was panicking, though! Couldn't Stewie see that!? The child was certainly perceptive enough.
...Perceptive enough to figure out it had been him that had framed David.
He had actually been so close, too…
He had Stewie.
He'd finally had Stewie!
And then, the boy had put all the pieces together and...that had been it. Once Stewie knew what had happened, there was no getting back into the child's good graces.
It had been so fucking frustrating...and...he'd just...snapped.
He could still taste it.
Even after all this time, he could still taste Stewie on his lips, teeth, and tongue.
He knew the bite had been a bad one, and he would have tended to it if Stewie had let him.
That's what he kept telling himself, at least.
The desire in that moment, though.
The pure...primal desire.
He wanted Stewie at any cost, and…
...the canine growled and began breathing heavily, not wanting to keep thinking about what might have happened...what he could have been capable of if he had actually caught Stewie in that moment.
The urge to cry hit him again.
The things that he became capable of whenever it involved Stewie.
They truly were terrifying,
but…it really was Stewie who did this to him.
It was Stewie who was constantly planting those...ideas in his head.
It was Stewie who always ended up being the one person he could count on.
He depended on Stewie.
Stewie had slowly conditioned him to become more and more dependent on him.
That had been the scheme. It was always that way because that was how the boy liked it. He liked being in control of Brian.
It had to have been that.
So, wasn't Stewie just as much to blame for how he was now?
Stewie had done this.
Stewie had created him. He turned him into this animal who desired that infant's mind, body, and soul.
He was losing it.
Everything he loved.
His sanity.
And it was all because of Stewie.
Stewie had done this to him!
He growled again and finally started his car.
He couldn't keep sitting here and he'd be damned if he was going to spend another fucking night in his goddamn car. He needed to find a place to stay. He couldn't go home. He knew that.
Stewie would find his way back.
The kid was hurt, but he was more than capable of taking care of himself.
Probably wouldn't even be all that grateful even if he showed up to help.
Damn kid…
Brian began driving down the road, his mind now the slightest bit clearer. He had no idea what was going to happen, but he knew he needed to find a way to move on. Stewie was probably done with him and in the end, maybe that was for the best.
After all, how good could they possibly be for each other when this was the outcome of their constant need for one another?
Maybe it was time to just break it all off.
Maybe he'd finally find peace that way.
He wanted to believe that...but he didn't for a second.
Slowly...old habits came back.
Over the course of a few days, Stewie was going back to how he acted before David had come into the picture. He isolated himself...as much as he possibly could. He didn't eat, he didn't dare even try to eat and if he had the misfortune of doing so...he would rush to the restroom to vomit it all up.
He hadn't heard anything new about David.
Not so much as Lois coming into his bedroom to inform him of anything. Though really...why would she? Why would that horrible woman come to think for just a moment that maybe her youngest son...the one who had loved David...would want to know about his conditions?
Whether he was okay or not.
Not knowing anything was torturous.
A part of Stewie had wanted to sneak out of the house and go to the jail that was holding that poor man captive. Just so he could see him...so he could take in that image of David in that jumpsuit...because that was at least some reconciliation for the man. Then Stewie thought about getting David out...but that would have been so risky...and David would have to be on the run forever.
Some life that would be.
Stewie shook his head and leaned back against the wall. His head throbbed while his body convulsed every so often because he hadn't been treating it well. He barely had enough motivation to change the bandages on his shoulder...or even clean it.
The few days leading up to this moment had been so long. Had Stewie even slept? He didn't know, he didn't care. He must have just stayed in that corner...not moving. Just staring with his dead eyes fixated on his crib.
There...it was there. It was in that crib that everything had happened.
The very sight of that crib alone gave the boy such bad vibes. It was as though the crib itself took on something so unholy that if the kid went to touch it...it would surely kill him.
Maybe a bit overdramatic, but Stewie wasn't in a righteous place.
He could have left his bedroom, but he didn't want to be anywhere near downstairs since that was where Brian would most likely be. Even though the dog hadn't been home for the few days and gave no indication if and when he'd be back, Stewie never left his bedroom. He couldn't handle being near the dog if he had come home unexpectedly...which he did often.
No, Stewie didn't want to take any chances. He did not want to force himself to speak to Brian and act like they were on talking terms. Act as though they were still best friends, act as though nothing had happened between them...and act as though Brian hadn't hurt him.
He'd rather die...
...but he...missed Brian.
Somewhere deep in his mind, he was still thinking so fondly of that damn dog.
Which was so shocking!
The boy couldn't even believe it himself. How he still felt such a strong yearning for the animal. How he wanted so desperately to speak to him again and just...try to fix this. Could it even be fixed? Stewie gripped his forehead, softly whimpering now that he was thinking so profusely over the prospect of speaking to Brian.
Just the idea alone gave him such anxiety.
However he couldn't stand the silence most of all. He could handle Brian rejecting him...as long as he got that clarity that that was what the dog wanted...to never see or speak to the boy again, then that was fine.
Stewie could try and move on.
Regardless of how difficult it was going to be.
Yet it would be different this time. This time around, Brian would no longer be in the picture. He would probably leave Quahog. He would leave...forever. If that was what he wanted to do, then who was Stewie to tell him otherwise? They both had hurt each other...they both had committed horrible acts upon each other.
It didn't matter anymore though.
Both Brian and Stewie were in this predicament and they willingly put each other in this situation. That's what it had all been...a willingness to destroy each other because both were too cowardly discuss their issues.
During these few days, Stewie had had enough time to really sit down and think about everything that had taken place up to this point.
Brian finding comfort in him that night.
Stewie feeling as though he was finally possessing the purest of happiness he could have ever hope to obtain.
Brian stripping him of that bliss.
Brian...Brian...Brian…
Stewie bit his bottom lip and tightly shut his eyes. He had to think clearly. He had to really drive further into his mind as to why he was still so in love with that fucking dog. What was it? Why did Brian have such a gravitational pull on Stewie? What the hell did that canine have that just...grabbed Stewie and kept him locked in place?
There was no clear answer other than that he was simply Brian and Brian was something that Stewie wanted. He had a natural charismatic appeal that drew so many towards him...but Stewie had fallen so much harder than anyone else. At least the others that had been with Brian were strong enough to leave the situation when things went south. Yet Stewie just kept coming back for more...like he was a sick little masochist looking for more of whatever it was that only Brian seemed to have.
That dog had such an appeal, such a strong aura that begged for Stewie to keep coming back over and over.
Just like all those women as well.
Stewie reached to cup his face into his hands. He dug his fingers into his cheeks, thinking now of Brian with different females since it was so obvious that Rachel hadn't worked out.
The baby sighed.
A jealousy overwhelmed him, his heart began to race while his mind wandered of all the possibilities of the horndog was up to. That fucking, miserable animal that couldn't handle having anyone who truly cared for him.
He was such a piece of work.
And that's exactly who Stewie loved.
The heart wants what the heart wants.
Stewie chuckled bitterly. He thought back on that, what he had told Brian so many times...because he was sure that he and the dog would always be there for one another and nothing like this would have happened. Stewie had been content to just act nonchalantly, he had been perfectly fine with pretending he didn't feel anything for Brian...just as long as he was there with him, he would have been more than happy to keep going on loving that animal...without Brian ever knowing.
What the hell was wrong with him?
Stewie leaned back a little further and he brought his legs up to his chest, breathing heavily. This was so hard and it didn't help that the boy had no idea where the canine was and whether or not he was okay.
The look of forlorn...going back to what had happened just a few days ago, the way Brian had looked at him...he remembered those lustful eyes...he remembered that desperation as clear as day. That face Brian wore haunted him and kept him from getting any peace. Why the hell had he struggled? Why didn't he just let it all happen? Why did it matter to him so much...that Brian had…
"Dammit!" Stewie immediately pushed himself to sit up, but because he hadn't been eating anything, hadn't done anything except sit in his room...he quickly met the floor. He lied there, face in the carpet.
Really...what was wrong with him?
He was so messed up and it was just becoming crystal clear just how unstable he was becoming. It was so messed up how much his heart still wanted Brian and still beat solely for Brian. No one else but him mattered.
Though what really caused Stewie some manner of alarm was how...impressed he was.
The dog had...managed to carefully execute such a calculated plan in only a matter of perhaps a few days. Had Stewie really given that animal such an impression that Brian felt it necessary to show Stewie what he was capable of?
He chuckled. He felt a morbid satisfaction out of the whole ordeal. How Brian had ruined a man's life with just the tips of his fingers.
"Brian…you...really are something, aren't you?"
They were meant for each other. There was just no way around this...Stewie was so willing to drop David and go running back to Brian...all because he was so in love with him and love really made people do the shittiest things.
Stewie then pushed himself to sit back up. He slowly forced himself before he was sitting upright and he was rubbing the back of his neck. He sighed. It was all coming to light now...just how much they were both meant for one another. After all, screwed up individuals tended to gravitate towards other messed up people. Still there was a problem at hand…
Stewie didn't feel strong enough to handle Brian right now, but he knew he had to. He had to try and at least talk to him. Even if the dog refused to come see him so they could speak face-to-face...at least they could talk over the phone. So Stewie reached for his phone that he had kept with him just in case Brian ever messaged him which he hadn't.
The boy sighed once more, gripping his cell with his hands. Maybe he could send a long text message?
No...no way.
"I have to hear him...I have to hear it from his mouth that there is no way...absolutely no way this can be…" Stewie reached to wipe a few stray tears from the corners of his eyes, "I have to hear him reject me...only then can I move on from him…"
After what seemed like ages, Stewie finally gathered the courage. He pulled up Brian's contact information and he began to compose a short, but sweet text message.
He had to try. He had to at least try...if not for him, but for Brian.
"Mmmmmm! That's good, baby. Don't stop…"
The dog sat lifelessly on the mattress of the hotel room, his senses taking in the porn that was on the screen of the television, but the stimulus was prompting no reaction from him.
Why had he ordered the porn again? Did he really think it was going to do anything for him right now?
He scoffed, the first sound he had made in almost an hour. It was such a ridiculous notion. As if he could enjoy anything so superficial, right now.
God, how he wanted to though…
What a relief it would be to have been turned on at least a little by what was going on right there on the television screen. At least that would be some kind of confirmation that he could find enjoyment in pleasures that didn't involve...Stewie…
…
How had this happened? How had he allowed that child to corrupt him to such an extent? Stewie had consumed every part of him, and he hadn't even realized it until it was too late. The mere thought of the child...it was irresistible. ...Stewie was irresistible.
I've tried to stop thinking about him. I've tried so hard, but I can't…
He sighed and went to grab the remote. This had been a fruitless endeavour, and a complete waste of money, at that, money he was quickly running out of. He had practically exhausted what little savings he did have finding lodging away from home these past several days. He really couldn't afford to be wasting anything.
Still, that really was a rather minor concern to him in the grand scheme of things.
He cut off the television.
Why can't I stop thinking about him…?
The canine sighed again before rolling over onto his side. It was going to be another long, sleepless night pining after a boy who he had probably scared away forever. It was funny, though. The first few nights he had cried fitfully all the way through. He had felt that pain, that awful, stabbing pain so thoroughly. Now, though...the pain was still there...but he was almost accustomed to it, like he was settling into his new normality. This was his life, now, and it probably would be until…
It was overwhelming.
It was numbing.
How could that be? How could he hurt to such an extent and yet...feel so completely...empty? Maybe he was just that emotionally exhausted. This past...what had it been…? Had it really been over a month since he had first taken Stewie to bed? Just over a month?
He chuckled sadly.
It felt like it had been so much longer ago. This new reality of his...he could barely recall a life before it, just vague glimpses, nigglings of feelings he used to feel when he and Stewie were together...and happy.
God...they had been so happy…
Why did that have to change? Why couldn't he just have kept that? Just that one thing, was even that too much for him to ask for out of life?
He felt a moisture forming in the corners of his eyes, the first tears he'd been able to muster in days.
Maybe he wasn't as numb as he thought.
A sob shook him then and soon, he was lying there, crying on the bed.
"Stewie…I miss you…I miss what we had…"
So many stupid mistakes…he wanted so desperately to take them all back. There was no doing that, though. What was done had been done.
Now, he just had to live with it.
So much had been left unresolved though. He couldn't help but feel that, if he had at least one more chance to talk with Stewie to get everything off of his chest and out in the open, then he would at least be able to move on easier. As it stood now, though, there was still so much left unresolved between them, and it drove him crazy.
He had contemplated reaching out to the child.
The prospect was terrifying, though. What he had done…and the things that Stewie was sure to say to him if they ever were to speak again…
No…he couldn't deal with that. Not right now.
...Maybe in time, though…
The dog wiped his eyes and sat up. His stomach rumbled, and he recalled that he hadn't eaten at all that day. He considered having something delivered. It wasn't like he had the biggest appetite or anything, but there was definitely a faint hunger growing within him.
Just then, he heard something that he hadn't heard in what felt like ages. It was a short sound, but an all to familiar one, music, music played by a saxophone, to be more precise. It came from his phone. It was a notification sound that Stewie had personal set for him some time ago.
He recalled that day.
"This way you'll always know when it's me!"
It only occured to Brian just now how...sensual the music sounded.
...Or maybe he had always known. Maybe he liked it that way.
Either way, he was just now realizing how intentional Stewie's choice of tone had been. He shook his head.
Jesus Christ…he's been conditioning me for so long…
The dog hesitated briefly before reaching over to retrieve his phone.
He opened the text and read it, frowning the whole time.
"We need to talk, Brian."
Stewie had sent that text message just a few days ago and needless to say...he was surprised when he hadn't received any kind of notification back from Brian.
No matter how upset either one of the two were...they never ignored a text message from each other. It was a recognition that they only took part in...and Brian was leaving the boy hanging.
Was he angry? Had his phone died? Had he...done something incredibly stupid? Not knowing where Brian was...and what conditions he was in really set Stewie off. It was bad enough that he already regretted sending that text the moment he sent it...but this was just ridiculous.
Though he tried to put himself into Brian's position...maybe he was ignoring Stewie, so could he really blame him? After all, this whole entire ordeal had been their fault. Both were to blame in this circumstance. Stewie knew that Brian was just as hurt as he was. That was clear.
Yet a stubbornness in him just didn't want to believe that.
Maybe the dog had no intention of mending things between the two of them and perhaps it was better off this way. Stewie didn't want to believe that this was the end of their friendship, but as the second day came around, the more Stewie was realizing just how likely that assumption was becoming.
Sleep was already difficult, but now that his text was out in the open...he hardly got any sleep. Plus the nausea was preventing him from feeling any kind of relief.
He felt...so sick. Extremely sick.
The poor boy who could hardly eat without throwing it up and the poor thing that could barely function without feeling dizzy and overcome with exhaustion. He had never felt so...lifeless. He never knew pain like this could be so crippling.
He resided in his bedroom still, his phone nearby...while his anxiety just grew and grew as the minutes passed with nothing so much as life from Brian.
He sighed.
This was it...the dog had made his decision. He no longer wanted to correlate with the boy. Though it would have been nice if the dog told him that he no longer wanted to communicate. That would have been the most decent thing to do...but then again, since when was Brian a decent person?
With a heavy sigh, Stewie reached for his phone and he went to his contacts where he found Brian's number. He stared at it for the longest time before he decided it would be best to just delete it altogether. He was the kind of person to burn bridges...and Brian must have been the same.
He was about to delete the number forever...never to see it again until…
DING!
Stewie froze.
He knew that sound.
...It's him.