~ Maybe Just The Touch Of A Hand - A Mayden FanFic ~

Chapter 7

~ Brayden's POV:

I couldn't stop crying. I thought they cared. I remember my mother telling me years ago that she'd accept me no matter what, that she'd accept me for who I am, that she'd love me no matter what situation we're in. They were lies.

"You're not supposed to be attracted to boys, you're a boy yourself,"

"What happened to that girl you always talked to?"

"I can't believe you're even my son,"

"Stop it!" I screamed.

"Mom, dad, leave him alone! Please!" Brooke pleaded, pulling at my mom's arm.

Screaming, crying, begging.

My body jerked at the sudden sound of a vase crashing to the ground, all of it's tiny blue painted pieces scattered across the floor. The room fell to silence.

My brother stood there, staring at my parents, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"You're disgusting," he sobbed.

"Ryl-"

"I don't want to hear it. Nobody fucking talks to my brother like that,"

I looked down at my brother's pale hands, his fists folding in anger and frustration.

My heart pounded. I wanted to leave. I wanted to run away. I fucked up. I should have just kept it to myself. I'm a failure.

My mother looked at me, breathing heavily from her mouth. She looked to her side, blinking away tears.

"Get out of my house,"

"What?" I sobbed, wiping away the tears that kept trickling down my cheeks like a broken tap, unstoppable tears.

"I have nowhere to go," I argued.

"You have Mitch!" my dad yelled, after staying quiet for a few minutes.

I leaped to my feet.

"Maybe I will,"

~ TO BE CONTINUED ~

Aye, this is pretty short but it's something at least. It's not that great, but I tried. Thanks for reading, you're a gorgeous biznatch ;) - Sage