Secrets (On Hold)

Secrets Chapter 5

I also got Jo up, and told her to take a shower, and I'd make some breakfast and get her clothes out for her. She went in the bathroom, rubbing her eyes. I took the bag of clothes out again, and got out some small gray skinny jeans for her, and a light purple shirt with a DC logo on it. I put her bright green sweatshirt on the bed for her along with a green bow of mine for her to wear.

I went downstairs, and started making breakfast. When Mac and her mom came down, Mac was fully dressed and carried a still-sleepy but dressed Jo.

I had made cheesy scrambled eggs, bacon and sausage, and toast. I had also gotten everyone some OJ. I talked to Mac's mom as they all ate, telling her that ifshe showed up to tell me and that I would come running. Ms. A understood my seriousness.

Mac and I made our way to school talking about random stuff like crayons, rainbows, and creepy clouds with moustaches. (A.n//In Bit Trip Runner that's an actual thing. Gave me nightmares, it did.//A.n)

It was during last period that this happened.

I was late to my last period class, but I figured, I'm already late, so why not take my time, right? Well, that was a good decision because there was a certain something I saw on my way.

Braedon flinched as he was pushed up against the locker, the two boys attacking him physically and mentally. There were tears in his eyes as they continued beating him. He didn't do anything to deserve this! Why was he being punished? He cursed himself as some tears fell, the boys taking satisfaction in disturbing him so much. He was bleeding. One boy took hold of his hair, and banged his head against his locker, causing Braedon to let out a gasp of pain. The other boy punched him so hard in the stomach he started coughing up a little bit of blood. "Please...stop...please!" He whimpered and begged, tears continuing to fall.

I couldn't stand any more of it. I walked right up behind one boy and punched him so hard in the side of the face he wentreeling away from Braedon. I turned to the other guy, the look in my eyes was probably really frightening him. I had never gotten so pissed in my life, save for a few times. I punched him right in the face, breaking his nose with one punch. They went running. Little bitches.

I turned to Braedon, now on the ground, curled up in a ball, bleeding and crying. It brought tears to my eyes. I knelt down next to him, taking him in my arms. "Braedon, I'm so sorry! Come on, we can go home now, okay? You don't have to deal with them now, alright? I'll fix you up." I said to him soothingly, helping him get up. His body didn't seem to like that idea, as a pain in his stomach almost made him fall down again. I told him to lean on me, which he did, and I supported most of his weight.

I was going to beat the hell out of those kids.

As we got outside, I called Mac's mom and asked her for a ride back to the house, and asked her if she had bandages and gauze. She had apparently caught the drift and got there within five minutes. She gasped, and got out of the car, helping me get Braedon in the back seat,"What the hell happened?!" She asked. Neither of us answered. He hadn't said a word at all. I had him leaning on me as we got back.

I felt bad, we were using up all the Med stuff in Mac's house. First Jo, then me, now Braedon.

I brought him into the bathroom, and had him lean against the wall as I went to take off his shirt. I could see a blood stain on it, so obviously he was cut somewhere. I saw that there were some re-opened cuts on his stomach, and I began to clean them and wrap gauze around his stomach as I went. Let me tell you, I did not miss out on the fact he had a six pack. Who could? I mean, honestly. After I fixed up all his cuts, still having not said anything, I brought him out into the living room. I opened up the fouton, and threw a few pillows and a blanket on it, and had him lay down on the fouton. I crawled over next to him, and he laid his head on my chest, and curled up against me. I pulled the blankets over us both, and kissed his forehead like he had done to me earlier. I had turned the lights off previously, and the curtains were closed, as were the doors, so while we slept we wouldn't be disturbed.

I waited a while for his breathing to deepen and slow, and when it did, I let myself drift off as well. I knew I wouldn't move in my sleep. I just hoped he would be okay.

I still felt terrible.

I should've stopped it earlier, I could've stopped it earlier.

But I didn't.

I put my arm around him, and found one of his hands and held it as well, as if to comfort him, even though he was asleep. I fell asleep, practically cradling him.

I didn't dream of anything.

If I did, I didn't remember it.

The only thing I remember was thinking of when he was crying.

I couldn't bear to see that again.

I would make sure he wouldn't cry again.

I promised myself that silently, and him as well.

When Mac came home, she would probably question this, but her mother would likely explain it to her and it would make sense.

Okay. So, this was practically four pages on Word, in size eleven font. So I'm proud of myself :) . This took me a few hours to write :DD. I had this image in my head when I thought of starting this story, and I wanted to make sure the point was that Braedon wasn't a solid pillar. He's shaky, sensitive, and kinda broken sometimes. <3.. Here are some songs you should listen to.

Dis iz a Rager Dude by Brokencyde

Bro, Ashley's here by Attack Attack!

Sexual Man Chocolate by Attack Attack!

Every day is a Struggle by Senses Fail

Underwater Knife Fight by A Static Lullaby

And

My Darkest Hour by Scary Kids Scaring Kids.

So...yeah. Lol.

Byeeee.

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I love you allll:P