BRIAN'S POV
My cell phone buzzed its way off the nightstand, pulling me from sleep. A glance said it was Kellan's number flashing across the screen. I almost ignored it because Kellan had been unreachable most of the day, and I'd assumed he had finally turned his phone off after drowning himself in whiskey. Yet, something inside gnawed at me, begging me to answer. I exhaled and picked up, "Hello?"
"Is this Brian?" a gruff voice growled, almost as if there was an irritated note in its tone.
"Yeah, who's this?"
"This is Tony, the bartender down at Logan's Pub. Your friend Kellan is causing quite a scene here. You might want to come get him before things get out of hand."
I groggily groaned as I sat up and ran a hand over my face. "I'll be there soon."
I hung up and rubbed my temples. It all weighed on me. Kellan was spiraling-we were all in our own way-but his drinking had gone from bad habit to an outright dependence, and he'd become lazy with just about everything else.