Undo My Heart (BXB)

39. We're over

Present...

"I know who you are. I remember you." Brandon said, all zoned out to my face.

My heart dropped to my feet. My hands tried to reach out for him, but he jumped right off the bed, starting to collect his things in a hurry.

The room went in silent. Everyone dropped what they were doing and focused on us.

"Brandon!" I tried to stop him from leaving.

He winced and pushed me. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" He yelled. He was panting really hard, I feared that he might be panicking. I was on the edge of panicking myself.

"I can explain. Please!" The lump in my throat kept growing.

Brandon froze and stared angrily at me. His eyes were full of tears. He was trembling hard. "No, you can't. You know why? Because I remember every single detail of that night. I remember every damn thing you and your friends did to me. There's no explanation that can fix how I feel right now."

"It was you. This whole time, it was you! You were the one I bumped into when I was going to the staff room." He sniffed, fighting a tear from falling. "Fuck! I'm so stupid." A slight gasp slipped out of him.

"Holy shit! I thought he looked familiar." Jesse mumbled in the back.

"Brandon, I didn't mean to. I swear! It was a mistake." I tried to speak to him, but he was busy taking his stuff and taking off my shirt.

"Baby, please!" I was begging him.

"Baby?" I heard one of the boys mumbling. I didn't give a fuck.

"I said don't touch me!" He broke down. He was mad angry. His tears started falling, shattering my heart into pieces. "All this time, you were fooling me! You knew, and you didn't say anything even though I opened up to you?"

He stopped talking and got lost in my face. I read bitter in his eyes. "My dad had to pay for what you and your friends done. And I'm the one who had to suffer the consequences. I also paid for it. You know that? Fuck! You do know that. You know how much I suffered and how I got locked up for it. How I was fighting my demons ALL BY MYSELF!" he yelled, pushing me.

My knees couldn't hold me, so I just collapsed on them down on the floor, tilting my head lower. I was ashamed and disgusted of myself. I did him dirty.

"It's funny how you were punching my bully to death when you were the one who bullied me first." He scoffed. My heart sank.

I was hearing him actually panting. "Wh- why? What did I do to you? What did I do to your friends?" His voice cracked, and he cried.

Fuck!

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." My tears started forming. "I came back the next day looking for you. I wanted to fix what I've don-"

He came closer and folded his sleeved up. His face was clear of any expression. "It was too late. I fucking cut myself because I couldn't endure the pain! And you're telling me you looked for me the next day!"

I was shut. I just couldn't say anything else. My eyes were fixed on his scars, knowing that I'm the reason why.

I fought so hard to contain myself but I couldn't. I was crying, staring at his scars, cursing myself deep down. With every cut he done to himself, I know I should've been there. But I wasn't.

He paused a little. "What was it? What was the real reason that made you look for me? You felt sorry for me? You felt guilty?" He scoffed. " No, wait, don't answer that."

He took a step closer. I couldn't not look at his red, teary eyes. He wiped his nose with the back of his sleeve. "You moved to my school because you felt pity for me?"