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

Chapter 9

~ Brayden's POV:

My family slowly drifted away from me, all my childhood memories with them blowing away. The tears rolled down my cheeks like pebbles tumbling down a hill on a windy day. My phone sat in my right hand, my fingers creating a tight grip around it. The screen lit up, catching my full attention.

New message from: Bae A.K.A Mitch

r u ok babe? :(

I closed my eyes, allowing the tears to stream down my cheeks. I didn't know how to reply. I wasn't okay, but I didn't want to worry him. I raised my shaky hand over the keypad, my thoughts spinning around vigorously.

i'll be alright, i'm omw.

I stared at my reply, sighing. I felt as if I had a fragile crystal sitting in the center of my heart that could shatter into a million pieces at any minute. My uber driver was looking at me through the front mirror, looking almost sorry for me.

"You alright there, buddy?"

"Y-Yeah... I'm fine, th-thank you," I stumbled with my words.

God damn it.

~ Mitch's POV:

I sat beside my front door, worry overtaking me. Brayden had messaged me earlier saying that he had to come over. He didn't tell me why, but I knew that he was upset about something. I hated it. I hated knowing that he was sad. Brayden deserves happiness. I want to be the one who brings him happiness. I want to be the one that's always there for him when he's feeling down. I want to be good enough for him. I don't know if I can make that happen. I don't want to let him down. I don't want to let my baby down.

I could hear a car pulling into our driveway, my heart pounding. I stood up, pulling the door open violently. Brayden's face was showing through a car window, tears streaming down his cheeks like an unstoppable waterfall. I ran as fast as my weak legs could take me.

~ Brayden's POV:

Mitch pulled me into his warm arms and kissed my neck. I sobbed softly into his white shirt, my tears soaking his shoulder.

"Baby, why are you crying?!"

I could hardly breathe. I wanted to tell him so badly, but I could feel my chest starting to ache. My body felt like it was going to collapse.

"M-My parents h-hate me for i-it," I cried harder.

Mitch carried me inside, his arms still wrapped around me, his eyes starting to water.

I felt awful.

~ TO BE CONTINUED ~

Wow, this turned out to be really sad. Well yeah, I think I might start the smut in the next chapter and I'm excited af. Not sure if this is too great, but thank you for reading you incredible biznatch ;) - Sage