Whiskey Lullaby Story

This story is about a man and a woman who were lovers since high school.. he went to war and when he came back she was with another man. He kills himself, drinking himself to death, leaving a note to say that he still loves her. In the next verse the woman is mourning his loss. She blamed herself  and kill..herself as well, drinking herself to death, holding his picture..

(Flash back)
Allison: Please don't go..it could be dangerous.
Brad: This is my future..our future....I am saving the world..I'm with the army now..U should be proud ..ok?
Brad: I'll love you forever..
Allison: U come home now ok?We must raise a family..
Brad: yes honey..We'll do that..

“I'm almost home Allison, just wait for me a little longer” Brad thought as he drove down the winding road towards the apartment he shared with his long time girlfriend. He had been away several  years at a dueling battle at work and was in a hurry to return to his beloved.He wanted to make his return as a surprise to Allison. He could almost feel her warm soft body pressed against his. He could taste the sweet honey of her lips. Brad felt the last few months of tension growing in his stomach as his foot pressed down a little harder on the petal of his car. It seemed like an eternity before he finally put his car in park and began climbing the stairs. It was late at night so it didn't surprise him all the lights were off.

  Quietly, he opened to door. Sounds of whispering and giggles reached his ears. `What is going on?' wondered Brad as he crept towards the bedroom. The whispering  and laughter became louder the closer he came to the back room. Through the crack in the door, he could see Allison with someone in a room together , cast by the many candles placed around the room.Brad continued closer until he was millimeters away, then in one quick movement, he kicked the door open. What he saw dumbfounded him. Allison was lying in her bed, half-undressed with his best friend John.

“Brad! U're alive?” Allison screamed in a surprised tone. She grabbed a handful of the sheets to cover herself as she pushed John off her bed. The rest of the blue haired girl's excuses were lost to him. He just stared at the two with empty eyes. Allison the woman who he thought had loved him, was cheating on him. His heart was pounding in his ears as he stared at the stunned John as he sat on the floor staring at him with disbelief.

He could feel rage and hurt building inside his chest. His hands fisted at his sides before his right are jerked outwards, leaving a reasonably sized hole in the wall. Allison backed against the wall pulling the sheet closer to her as if to make herself invisible. MJohn likewise moved away, fearing he maybe the next target of Brad's wrath. However, once he pried his hand from the wall, and as for Brad..he turned without a word and hurried away from the scene.

“Brad! Wait! Where are you going? Brady!” Allison screamed after him, trying to follow. But by the time she had untangled herself, the brunette was already speeding away down the street.

Brad sat between his trusted friends usually it will be John,mike and Bailey but all has changed now.. so it will be just  Mike and Bailey, finishing off the fifth bottle and drank their nights away... Brad was swaying in his seat as he retold his story for the third time that night. “... and I haven't seen her since” he finished, his words slow and slurred.

“Honestly Brad, it's been over a year, you should really get over Allison by now” Mike said placing a hand on his friends shoulder to steady him.

“Yeah! Forget her Brady. If she's stupid enough to throw away a catch like you then she's crazy.” Bailey added. Brad could see how thoughtful his friends were but he ignored his them and raised his hand for another bottle of whiskey.

They just didn't get it. Allison had been the love of his life ever since he had met her. She had been his life, friend and lover. Now what was she? Just a pile of dusty old photos and painful memories. She was all he ever thought about. Not even the suppressing comfort of alcohol could ease the pain of her infidelity even a year later. This one wound would never heal. Brad stumbled into his lonely apartment. He had moved across town the very next day after finding Allison in bed with his former friend.

  Moving through the darkness, the brunette eventually faltered into his messy bedroom. He began moving towards the bed when he suddenly found himself face down on the floor. He pulled himself up on unsteady knees. Suddenly, the picture on the bedside table caught his attention. Rei was sitting on his lap smiling in the park. Her long brown hair was braided and blowing in the wind. He was smiling as well. He felt his heart lurching as he thought of the happier times, times that would never come again. He couldn't live without Allison Swan.

Brad's mind wandered from the picture to the pistol kept under the pillow. He reached from his spot on the floor, pulled out the metal weapon, and stared at the polished metal gleaming in the moonlight, promising to take away his pain.

  Brad placed the pistol down on the table and pulled out a note pad and pen. He scribbled down his final words of love. Then, holding tight to the note, he held the bottle to his head and in a moment, it was all over.

 The sound of someone knocking on the door ran through the apartment and was soon followed by the click of the lock. “Hey! Brad! You in here ?” Mike called walking through the door followed by Bailey.

“Yo Brad, where are you?” Bailey yelled kicking an empty whiskey bottle across the living room floor.

“Hush Bailey, Brad probably still sleeping of all the drinks he had last night,” Mike chuckled to himself .. He walked to the bedroom and knocked softly. He opened the door and stepped inside. He stared wide eyed in terror at the bloody scene. Mike stumbled backwards out of the room.

“Bailey!!!” Mike yelled. He rushed into the room and flipped Brad's bloody, lifeless body onto his back. “Bailey! Call 911, I will see if  I can  find something to stop this bleeding.” both of his freinds went to work trying in vain to save their friend.

As Allison drove across town, the sounds of sirens reached her ears. `Wonder what's going on' she thought. She watched as the ambulances pulled into an apartment complex and stopped at a familiar building. `Isn't that were Brad moved too?' All of a sudden something compelled her to pull in to the parking lot and get out. She saw Mike, Bailey and some friends standing behind the police tape watching the proceedings.

“Hey! You guys, what's going on?” she yelled running up to them. They all turned to her with icy glares. “What? What's wrong?” Allison asked. Then her eyes widened when she saw the stretcher being rolled out with the body cover with a white sheet, only a small bit of brown hair could be seen sticking out from the top.

The bluenette looked at the three men begging for an explanation. Mike simply reached into his suit and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He handed it to Alison who opened it. Her eyes filled with tears as she read the words written in Brad's handwriting:

“I'll love her 'til I die”

“Brad was holding it when he put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger. He never stopped loving you, Allison Swan. I hope your happy now” Mike said his voice cold and even. The girl looked up, searching for some hint of sympathy. No one showed her to slightest bit of forgiveness or compassion. She pulled the note to her chest and turned away. She ran back to her car and drove away as fast as she could, hot tears rolling down her face.

  It had been a week since Brad Johnson had ended his life. His friends and family stood in the open field next to the willow field. Many were talking in hushed tones while others comforted those who were crying. Only one person stood out, a pretty young girl with blue hair stood alone by the freshly dug grave, staring at the casket that was positioned over the gave. Her eyes were swollen, but other wise dry. She had cried all her tears long ago. Allison whipped her hand over the clean polished wood, praying to God that this was all a bad dream  and that she would soon awake in Brad's arms.

It never came though; the wooden box was lowered and covered, never to be opened again. As the final shovel of dirt covered the hole, Allison watched the proceedings with empty eyes. She looked across the grave and was met with hate filled looks or sideways glances of discontent. As everyone began leaving, Allison stood by the grave a moment longer. "This is all my fault" Claimed Allison. "Chill out Allison..this is what we called Destiny..or fate..maybe you guys are not meant to be together..Dont blaming yourself..I'm sure Brad wants you to move on.." Mike said in a soft tone.

“Please God, forgive me for what I've done.” She whispered. “Please Brad; forgive me for what I've done to you..I thought U were dead during the war..U haven't been home for 5 years Brad..  And John has always been there for me in my time of crying and mourning for ur death.and John is one of ur close friend..and that is why..I chose him"

5 years ealier...

(Flash Back ) "Allison!!" John called out.."have you heard the news about the war?" Allison sadly bowed her head " I did..no one survive?" John held her hands " yes...I'm sorry...you've lost your loved one..and I have lost my very best of  friend.."

Allison sat alone at a table in a busy bar. She watched the happy couples dancing dropping back shots of whiskey, trying to dull the ache in her chest. She kept imagining dancing in Brad's arms to the songs. Few years had passed since he last held her, two years since he had killed himself and a year and a half of almost constant inebriation. Even at her drunkest, she never forgot the sight of her beloved in that lonely casket, the image just motivating her more to drink until she passed out into total nothingness.

 Throwing back another drink, the sight she saw next hurt her even more. Sitting across the bar, holding his newly wed wife on his lap, was John.. Even he had abandoned her after Brad's funeral. It made her sick thinking of what she had done. She had let such a simple thing of loneliness and longing stray her from her true love. Allison knew she had never loved the black haired duelist. He was just someone who would take away that need, someone to satisfy her hunger with while Brad was away. She had never thought anyone would ever know.

  "You knew everything didn't you?" asked Allison to herself. Throwing her head back again, she let the warm water of fire burn a path down her throat. She then stood and swayed her way out of the bar, down the street and back to her home. She entered the small apartment and collapsed on the couch. The side table drawer open and began groping around for the bottle of vodka she kept there. However, what she pulled out only made her heart bleed more.

  In her hands lay a picture of her and Brad during their high school days. They had hardly been going out three months. She couldn't help but smile at how young and innocent she had been. A far cry from the drunk, timeworn woman she was now. She turned her attention to the other picture that she had produced from the drawer; a picture of the couple only a few months before their break up. She studied Brad's smiling face.

She wanted to see him smiling like that again.

She wanted to be with him again.

And she knew how to get to him.

  

She knelt down in front of the drawer and pulled out the pistol. Holding the pistol to her temple, she clung to his picture in the other. Her final thought was of her Brad before her eyes closed forever.

Allison's funeral was a shocking news for everyone. Only a few people attended, many simply out of respect for a fellow duelist. She was placed in her grave beside Brad, much to the discontent of many. John and Becky stood together, their two-year-old daughter, Felly, between them. After the service, the family was walking away, Felly turned back to look at the swaying willow tree. Two figures were standing together, a young pretty woman with blue hair dressed in a long white sundress, and the other was a young man, wearing a red dueling outfit. The two embraced and waved at the young girl. Felly smiled and waved back before hurrying after her mother and father.

The End..Hope U guys enjoyed the story..In my other post..I have posted a video clip about this story..Enjoy!

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

1st Chorus

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

(Sing lullaby)

The rumors flew but nobody know 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 a time

But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind

Until the night

2nd Chorus

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 with 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