Chapter 1 - Brian has enough

Did you ever thought or felt like your life was meaningless? That so much outside and inside of you had changed and you refused to see that? Sorry if i am being annoying getting your time to just talk about me a little bit.

It was a normal day at the city of Quahog...well as normal as it gets but a certain dog who lived in the residence of the griffins was thinking about his own stuff meanwhile in Stewie room. Talking about him as he enters the room seeing his white furred friend.

"What the deuce, Brian! I thought you took this time of the day to take a nap" Stewie said looking at Brian.

"I can't do this anymore Stewie" Brian said in a sad and low voice looking at the window with his back at Stewie view even though his voice was low it was loud enough for the baby to hear.

"What? Brian what do you mean by that? Are you feeling sick?" The baby asked his questions worried.

"I need my own life Stewie and i can't do that here, not anymore ok? I feel like i need a change and quick" Brian said with a sign of anxiety in his voice.

"Ok Ok! Let's calm down'" Stewie said trying to make Brian to relax meanwhile he closes the door and lock it to make sure no one gets inside.

"Ok sit down and let's talk about this. Why do you suddenly felt like this?" he asks.

"It's not suddenly Stewie. I have being thinking about this for months already and I realized that I'm not happy with my life or who I turned out to be. I...have nothing to be proud of Stewie, I feel like everything is just so awful when I look back" Brian said sad with his head down.

"C'mon Brian you're not thinking Straight we all got bad times. Have you being drinking?" The baby asked trying to see if his friend was drunk.

"I'm not drunk, okay? It would be harder to believe in my own words if I was. Look, I depend on everyone around me for everything. What do I have here? A great friendship with Peter?'' Brian Said Sarcastic.

''I can name all the things that makes that fat bastard a fucking horrible friend not just to me but with other, and five pages won't even be enough to get it done'' Brian said with anger.

Good thing is Stewie put sound proof walls on his room so no one can hear what he does there.

'' Calm down Brian, we all know he is an idiot, no one here is the best in what they were supposed to be'' Stewie reply with an agreement.

'' Yeah but they don't even try, they are hypocrites, they can't hold on what they talk or promise, they only care about getting what they want and what is more good for themselves...kind of like me'' He said.

"Ok Brian, I don't want to be the douchebag here but do you think you are the only one who suffers because of the fat man and the red hair bitch? Also instead of Lois I call her now red hair bitch" Stewie said with a giggle.

Brian gave a small smile; it was funny and properly for Lois.

He knows that he is not the most miserable on the world but all the moments he can remember of him feeling the awful feeling of regret made it look like it is on his own mind.

"I know Stewie but that means I can only swallow right? B-because even if I tell how terrible they are t-they can counter back because I am also very bad" the dog said starting to cry a little making Stewie a bit worried.

"Ahh dammit Brian! Don't cry it's weird when you cry, listen I think that all you need is someone to talk about this. Look its late so how about first thing you and me do when the family is out we talk about how terrible they are?" Stewie say trying to say something to calm his friend.

Brian knows that he had made up his mind about what he wanted to do but he nod at Stewie with a yes.

"Sure Stewie i would like that" Brian said trying to not look anymore pathetic.

"See? Everything is going to be ok" Stewie said thinking that all Brian needed was someone to hear him. Maybe that was half right but not quite the whole thing he really needs. He already had decided a long time ago what he was going to do.

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*10:00 night*

It was nine on clock and everyone was sleeping. It was that time where Brian slowly in silent, walks down the stairs.

He was wearing a black shirt and some blue jeans with some white tennis, usually Brian rarely uses clothes since he has fur on his body but that was a cold night and also he felt like using some clothing.

He opens the door and get out to the street, He was with a bag with some food he buy, mostly chips and cookies but also food he take from the fridge, he had to use the rest to put gas on his car if he needs to.

Once he puts everything on the car he took a last look at the Griffins residence and with a sigh he said.

''Good bye little piece of hell, Maybe I come back one day…maybe'' He said getting on his car and starting to drive away from his old home.