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

Chapter 8

~ Rylan's POV:

I sat in a dark corner, watching as my older brother took apart his recording set up and shoved it carelessly in an old battered suitcase. I pressed my knees against my chest, wrapping my arms around my legs. I could feel my cold, salty tears sliding down my cheeks.

I could hear Brooke yelling at my parents, trying to convince them that Brayden is still the same person. The same, funny, amazing, wonderful guy that we've known for so long.

"Are you actually going?" I mumbled, trying to hide the sadness in my voice.

"Yes,"

I've never been so devastated to hear that word slip out of someone's mouth before. Brayden has helped me through so much, he's carried me through the hardest battle of my life. He's brought me back up when I've felt so depressed that I could hardly breathe.

"Will you ever come back?"

Brayden stopped, his hand resting on a pile of messy, unfolded shirts and pants. He looked down at his microphone and his headset along with other things, piled on top of each other in a heap.

"They're never going to forgive me,"

"But there's nothing to forgive you for,"

"Yes, there is,"

"There's nothing wrong with being gay,"

"Well, to them, there is,"

"They're fucking homophobes,"

"If I had just kept my stupid mouth shut then everything would be alright,"

"It wasn't your fault,"

"Yes, it clearly was. I was an idiot, Rylan,"

I banged my head against the wall once, sighing deeply. All I want is for my brother to be happy. If he wants to be with Mitch, that's okay with me. If he's gay, that's completely okay with me. I'm supportive of him. He feels like shit and all I'm good for is... Nothing.

"You weren't an idiot," I raised my voice.

"You're incorrect,"

"It's not your fault that our parents are homophobic,"

"Fucking hell," Brayden whispered to himself in frustration.

~ LATER ~

~ Brayden's POV:

I sat on one of the cobblestone stairs leading up to our front door, my suitcase sitting at my feet, bulging at the opening with clothes and things that I use for recording and editing videos. Brooke sat beside me, her face pressed into my shoulder, with her arm wrapped around my waist. I could feel her tears dripping onto my gray shirt and seeping through onto my skin. I listened to her sobbing, feeling almost guilty.

"I don't want you to go,"

"I never wanted to go either,"

Brooke took her head away from my shoulder and pulled her arm away from my waist. She had a beautiful assortment of flowers tied together to form a circle, sitting in one hand. I swallowed the lump in my throat and squeezed my eyes shut as she put it on my head.

"I want you to keep that,"

"Why?"

"Because,"

"It's your favourite one, though,"

"Exactly,"

I wrapped my arms around Brooke and pulled her in close.

"I will miss you,"

"I'll miss you too, Bray," she cried into my shirt.

I felt awful.

I felt guilty.

I felt like the worst person I could possibly be.

But I couldn't live with parents that despise me for my sexuality.

heartbroken

~ TO BE CONTINUED ~

I don't think this was that good and it was kind of rushed because I really want to get into the smut sort of stuff. I wrote two chapters in like 2 days and that might be too soon but idk. Thanks for reading, you're cool af ya bizntach ;) - Sage