Falling In Love With Mr. Step-Brother (BxB) [UNDER EDITING]

Chapter 32: Invading My Mind

A/N: On the side bar is Nic Palladino, as JOHN LUCAS FLENCH.

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Chapter 32

Gloss Kaiser Schlund

Invading My Mind

Trapped inside this huge house is so boring. I can't move freely without anyone assisting me, as if I'm a person with disability. There are memories, bit by bit, little parts, coming back to me. Just a snippet, but they don't hold any wonderful meanings to me. They don't make sense to me.

I was running in the rain.

Noah was crying.

Kaila was saying something about the party.

It confuses me. And just by thinking is making me have a massive headache. Sometimes, it'd feel like my brain is being ripped out of my head. I've been in this house for a whole week. I just watch TV, play board games with the maids, or talk to any humans that are living here just to entertain myself.

Mom said that Dad died from an accident. That's it. She didn't tell me further more. But I can sense that it still affects her. Mom must have loved Dad really, really bad. She told me basic informations, like her maiden name, Genny Cecil Kaiser, and when Dad married her, it became Genny Cecil Schlund, and when Richard married her, it became Genny Cecil Sky. She told me about Richard and Noah. Noah is my step-brother.

Sometimes, I would find myself staring deeply at him. My stare is quite unexplainable, like it has something romantic meaning. But it fades when Beau would come in.

Am I gay?

Richard and Mom are in some kind of party. Mom didn't want to go, but I insisted her to go, because I don't like to be watched, or guided. It's night, and Noah hasn't come back yet. No calls. No signs. I keep asking myself, why would I wait for Noah? He doesn't want to look at me, or want to be around the house when I'm here. It's like he's avoiding me. Scratch that, he really is avoiding me. Did I do something wrong? Must be. Or it's just a feeling? Nah.

Someone knocks on my door, and I immediately run over there, opening the door. It's Beau.

"Hi, Gloss!" He greets chirfully. "Betty let me in. I decided I'd give you a visit. Can I sleep over here?"

"Sure!" I answer, smiling at him. "I'm bored. God, always. It's like I'm being tortured. Plus, they are treating me like I belong in a 'person with disabilities' group, or category. I don't like it."

Beau chuckles. "Then prepare for tonight, because I'm about to rock your world tonight."

Wow. That sounds so wrong, yet, it makes me hard. God. I'm sure I'm gay. Yep. I'm gay. I shift uncomfortably, and give Beau a nervous smile.

"Yeah, come in." I reply. Wow. That sounds so bad. I'm a perv. Am I perv? "Do the pleasure of entertaining me for tonight." I'm definitely sure I'm a perv.

"Alright,"

I take a step to the side, letting Beau in. He comes in, and looks freely around my room, studying it. He nods absentmindedly and turns to look at me, smiling. Boom. Smile. Heart beat. Becomes. Faster.

Beau and I talk, laughing as he continues to make jokes about the class and our friends. Then he begins to tell me a story, and I listen to him very intently and excitedly, wanting to know more about my past life. He's telling me how he met me, and what I greeted him the first time. According to him, I called him French guy, and he replied, how did you know I'm French?, and I just answered, because the way you dress screams Parisian. That day, when I first greeted him, we became friends. Total besties. Best friends. His smile turns into a frown, as if he's remembering a bitter memory.