Almost Safe (BoyXBoy)

Prologue: Good Bye Mother, Father

Prologue: Good Bye Mother, Father

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 friend is all you need; I promise I'll be that friend.

A family isn't always true, So I promise to be there for you.

You're a broken boy; Crumbling in my hand.

I'm just your friend; someone to believe in.

Baby you're more than that.

You're the love of my life.

But to you, I'm only a friend.

Your best friend.

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[Brayson Thompson]

"We'll be home tomorrow. If you need anything just ask Kia, okay?" My mother was looking down at me with a soft smile, but her eyes betrayed her and I could see the years that she hid with her makeup. I placed my hand on hers and squeezed it with a smile of my own.

"Okay. Be careful. I don't want you or father getting into another fight." Her smile disappeared and she gave me a stern look. Wrinkling, her face became one of slight anger.

"Remember, we don't fight. We talk through our issues. Any way, It's good to have an argument every now and again." She pulled away from me and stood up right so that I had to look up. The wrinkles were now gone and her gentle features were back.

"I need to go now. Go tell your father your farewell and we'll be off," I held back my sigh as I walked over to father's work office. I glanced inside to see him fixing his tie. He struggled for a moment while I waited at the door. When he turned around and saw me he gave up on the light green stripe of fabric.

He motioned me inside and for some odd reason I felt reluctant. Maybe it was that I had never been allowed into the office, or the strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. Hesitantly, I stepped in and walked over to him. He gave me one of those smiles he rarely used, and I wondered why he'd use it now.

"Brayson. I'm glad to see you. I have to go soon, but before I do I have to give you something." The only occasions he'd given me presents was on my birthday. It made me anxious how he had willingly let me in and then offered a present.

"Father, I uh..." I looked into his face to see it had a light paleness to it. The only sign he was still of the living was the movement of his hand. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small envelope and a box the size of his palm.

"I don't have long. I need you to have Kai take you somewhere. You give him the envelope and keep the box. What's inside is important. You can't lose it. Do you understand?" I was never entrusted to something important. Father would say the important things should be left to the adults, so I was confused as to why he had assigned such a mission to me.

"It's yours. You can wear it, but don't let anyone see it. It's crucial that you understand that." I nodded and looked at the small box. He placed it into my own hand and patted my head.

"Son, can you do one more thing for me before I go?" My Father's voice was one of a whisper now, and that feeling was exploding within me. I felt sick as his hand dropped to his side.

"What is it?" My voice didn't hold the confident, respectful bot I was known to be, but showed my true colors. It showed the terrified, broken boy I was. I could suddenly feel hot drops of water run down my face. My father's face looked almost as broken as I felt and I thought that maybe I wasn't going to live through tonight.

"Will you call me dad? Just this once. I won't tell your mother." More tears streamed down my face as I began to sob. I shook my head. I didn't want to do it. I didn't want him to look heart broken.

"Please... I'm afraid it'll be the only time." I now hugged my father and he began to sob as well. I clinged onto his white shirt and I knew then, that this must be the last time. I didn't want to believe it. The back of my head had known for a long time that this was going to happen, but my heart had refused to believe it.

"Dad... Is it time? Did they find you?" They were people that hated my father. People who believed my father had taken their loved ones away. But how was he to know that the Nervich family had poisoned the drinks? Why did they blame him?

"No! No, of course not. I'm just going on a business trip. I should really be going." I knew he lied, and he knew I knew. His face showed how sad he was, and his once brown hair had grey knitted through it. I moved away from him and took the box and envelope from the desk. I remember as I walked out that I wasn't the only one filled with grieve.

Before I had fully left the room my Father muttered words I shouldn't have herd. They were words that had made up my childhood, and words that stuck to me even when I forgot where I came from. They were words that I held to my heart.

"No child deserves this. No child deserves to lose their family this way." They were so quiet I wasn't sure I heard it right. I remember watching him walk out of that office and going over to my mother. I don't think she knew what was about to happen. She looked calm, maybe a little happy even.

They walked through those doors and I never saw them again. They became a distant memory that even I can't fully remember. I wished I could. I wished I knew what life was like with them. I wished they were alive and that I never had to come to the orphanage.

Then there's the other part of me. The one that can't imagine a life outside the orphanage. The one that I lived in every day since then. The one part of me that happened to meet Chace Cooper and knew I could never leave him behind.

The only true thing I can remember without someone having to explain it was the box. That box. I could never open it, and though it was mine, it was hiding under my bed in a head of dust. The dust bunnies must have found it to be a nice bed and the mice have probably nipped at its wrapping paper more than a couple times. It's been 10 years since I received it and 8 years since I was put into Ms. Sutts Orphanage. 10 years... that seems like a long time, but when you can't remember it, it's more like an eternity.