The Assistant (GxG)

Apologize

Sierra POV:

I woke up to the aroma of many familiar scents, invading my nose, and wrapped in Kristen's arms, as different memories began to fill my mind. I looked up at Kris, her hazel tresses, scattered out across her face.

Smiling at the sight of my beautiful lover, I cuddle back into her chest, feeling as though I wanted to disappear.

My emotions, were all over the place, as I found myself feeling ashamed, and upset with myself.

How'd you let the anger rise so high?

Was all I could think in the moment.

And it got so horrendous, to the point where Kris had to step in. I wouldn't dare to imagine how that must've felt for her.

And my grandmother.

The disappointment that she would've felt, after she spent years trying to help me keep my anger in check. She and grandad, who's probably rolling in his grave right now.

It can't be that I let some fucker like Shane, get into my head and make me react so drastically. I swear, I think I broke his nose.

"Sierra.....?" Kris hummed from above me, her hand gently brushing my cheek.

Bringing myself back down from the clouds, I make myself aware, and kiss her exposed skin beneath me. Smiling at my small action, she runs her fingers through my hair, massaging it's scalp. Running my fingers along her thighs, I begin to draw imaginary shapes on her knee.

"Baby?" she asked, slowing down her strokes.

"Yes my love....?" I responded, knowing what was coming next.

"Look at me."

Slowly lifting my body off of hers, I bring myself up to meet her face. Resting to align with her, I bury my face in the crook of her neck.

"Sierra, I said to look at me" she demanded in a stern tone.

Hesitantly, I looked up at her, and placed my head right next to hers. I kissed her cheek, and put my arm to lay over her torso.

"I'm sorry" I mumbled into the pillow.

"I know that Sierra" she sighed, adjusting herself to look at me. "And I get that what happened was.....unfortunate. But baby, you can't use your fists. I know you've said anger is one of the problems you have, but I need to know that you're trying. That's all I ask."

Feeling ashamed at the pleading look in her eyes, I took her hand in mine, and locked our fingers together. Bringing them up to my lips, I plant a soft kiss on them, and look at her.

"I'm trying" I whispered against her skin, smudging my face against her hand.

Humming with mixed delight and dissatisfaction, she lay back down and held me closely.

We stayed like that for a while, until the blaring sound of a fist to our door, disrupted our comfort.

With a labored sigh, I disconnected from Kristen, and dragged myself to the door.

Cautiously turning the knob, I open it slowly, revealing a very worried looking old woman.

"Hi granny" I groaned, sleep full in my voice.

"Sierra.." she sighed, her arms now folded, with the same look of worry, still plastered on her face.

I looked into her eyes, as she stared back into mine. Our similar shades of brown, attempting to differ the emotions they both held within them.

"Come" she instructed, leading me back to the attic.

Closing the door of the dusted and dark room, she turned the light on and walked over to one of the many stacks of boxes. Looking at them with intent, she studied them carefully, before her eyes shone brightly, as she uncovered what she was in search of.

Taking a small box in her hands, she dusted it off carefully, as she made her way back over to me.

She opened it before me, revealing a variety of things inside.

There were pictures of me and my siblings, when we were all under the age of 8, cassette tapes, and little notes we had each written.

"Why are you showing me this?" I asked, not seeing the point, nor purpose of this adventure.

"I'm showing you this, because" she began, resting the box on a nearby table, and fiddling with a ring on her finger.

"You value family. You want one of your own. Right now, neither of those things are set in stone. So go make up with your brother, and marry that girl."

Getting the ring off her own finger, she placed it in my hand, and left me standing there.

Staring at the empty spot where she stood, I felt my heart begin to pace, as the sound of the door shutting echoed through the small room.

Hesitantly separating my fingers, I looked down at the ring in my hands. The one my grandfather once placed upon my grandmother's hand, and the one that I'd soon be putting on the hand of the woman I love.

Feeling a wetness to my eye, I shut my hand tightly, and placed the delicate item in my pocket.

Walking to the table, I looked through the old images, reliving each of the moments they held.

I came across one with just Shane and I in it. I was 6, and I'd just fell off my bike. He had just turned 12, and was holding me as I cried.

A nerve struck in my chest, and my stomach felt empty.

Disregarding his shit ass personality, and homophobic likes, Shane was still my brother. There wasn't a single bone in my body that held an ounce of hatred for him, no matter how hard I tried. I couldn't hate him.

And so, with a wrap on my heart, and a swallow of pride, I began a layered search throughout the house of my childhood.

Looking within every knack and corner, I found myself avoiding the one place I knew for a fact he'd be, bringing a stall to the upcoming confrontation.

"Sierra" my name was called out in a stern voice.

Making it out, I turn in the direction of the familiar sound, to be met with a disappointed old woman.

"You do realize you can't fool me, right?" she accosted me, her hands poised on her hips. "Stop stalling and go patch things up. Now."

Taking my defeat, and not wanting to test the wrath of my grandmother, I gave in and went to the shed out back.

Feeling the anger and frustration rise within the beating of my chest, I balled my hands and began to breathe harder.

Clearing my mind of every thought, and intent I had of doing Shane any harm, I released the tension from my body, and began walking once more.

Without a knock or warning, the door swung open, unveiling my clearly upset, older brother.

"God, what do you want" he sneered, his eyes rolling back in disgust.

"Relax dipshit, I'm here to apologize.....or at least talk it out" I silenced him, resisting the urge to slap him across the face.

Sizing me up, he leaned his body against the doorframe, seemingly giving me a sign of approval.

Looking him dead in the eye, I decided not to speak, but to take into a different course of action.

I launched myself forward, wrapping my arms around his body. I buried my head in his chest, holding onto him with a tight grip.

"You're my big brother, and I love you."

Letting him go, I went up to my tiptoes, and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. With that, I left him standing there, his expressions, quite distraught.

A/N: TA fun fact: Shane is gay btw.