BROKEN

Chapter 5

The next day I woke up to dinner being made. I sat up and looked down at my baby brother. He looked so peaceful sleeping. I stroked his soft hair and heard the door open. "Well if it isn't sleepyhead," Brandon said with a chuckle. I looked up at him and said, "You try being woken up at one in the morning by a fire, then getting beat by your boyfriend, getting interviewed by cops and firefighters, and being up until six in the morning." I saw him frown and walk over. He sat next to me and looked at me. "Ronnie, I'm sorry. I didn't realize all that happened to you that night," he said with meaning. I messed with my fingers and mumbled, "It's alright..." I felt him hug me tight and put my face in his chest. I slowly hugged back and felt tears start to fall. "Shhhh. It's okay. You can cry. I won't tell anyone," he said softly. I started to cry and felt his shirt getting wet from my tears. He rubbed my back and rocked me. After a half hour I stopped crying. My eyes stung like hell. "Ronnie?" Brandon asked almost in a whisper. "Y-yeah?" I studdered. "I really like you. I don't care what people say. I really do like you. We go to the same school. I'm just in a different hall than you. I see you at lunch everyday and your friends have told me about you. I hope you feel the same way," he told me. I felt my heart racing, pounding. It was amazing. I've been waiting to hear that from him for so long. "I do Brandon. I do feel the same way. I know we do it's just the rich kids and the average kids don't really hang out that often. They barely hang out at all. They overlook each other...." I said. It wasn't fair. The rich kids, except Brandon and a few other kids, overlooked the average kids like me. It really wasn't fair. It's about damn time we showed people that everyone's equal.