Bryan’s POV:
“What?” North asked, more like demanding for answers rather than just asking.
“Why?” Tooth asked, worried.
“When?” Bunnymund asked with a growl as if he was protective of me
“You got your wish to tell him his origins, now get out,” Jack ordered with a low growl in his throat.
“But...” Tooth was about to reason out or something but Jack quickly cut her off.
“Or else...” he said as he faced me, his face hard with anger.
Surprisingly, everyone obeyed. They went out of the room and left us. I thought they’d fight again because technically, Jack was the youngest and he was bossing everyone around, even North. It was truly surprising. I guess they were scared of that low growl that Jack had.
“Bryan? Want to talk about it?” he asked, his tone sad and worried as well.
I only managed a small nod that said no because of the tears that continued to flow.
“Come on, I’m here, buddy,” he said as he got into the bed and under the covers with me.
“It will be alright, buddy. We’re just going to meet your mom, that’s all,” he said as he stroked my back and ran his fingers through my hair.
I can’t take it. I had to cry on somebody or else I'm going to blow up the whole palace this time around, considering the pain and emotional abuse I’ve been holding back. I curled up to a ball and cried on Jack’s chest.
“Shh, it’s okay, let it all out. I’m going to stay here, I’m not going away,” he hushed as he soothed me with his words. He wrapped his arms around me very protectively and let me cry.
I curled into a ball and gripped Jack’s hoodie on his chest with every wince and squeal I made. I curled up to a ball and hid my face in Jack’s chest, hearing his cold heart beat and remembering the cod heart that my real parents possessed. I poured out the anger, frustration, loneliness, all of the pain I’ve kept in all these years on Jack’s chest.
I cried my eyes out. First, my mom and dad were one of the vilest creatures of the darkest corners of legends. How can someone as kind and gentle like me take that? Second, the people who turned out to be complete strangers. I was adopted? And I didn’t even get to know from them because they died protecting me.
What made me cry most was the fact that even my own true parents didn’t love me, neglected me even.
But as bitterness filled my heart, my foster parents who accepted me even though my real parents didn’t, and Jack who against all odds tries to be the perfect big brother I never had and never will have, makes the bitterness bearable.
I mean, if my real parents didn’t despise me enough to care if their offspring would survive the cruel world, my foster parents who truly loved me would have never even found me. And if my foster parents didn’t perish in that despicable fire, Jack who became both an inspiration and a shoulder to cry on would have never even found me.
But come to think of it, I’m like a broken toy, passed on from an unfortunate soul to another.
I cried and cried until I drifted off into sleep.
I dreamed that I was in the dark when this large spider came out of the shadows.
“Salutations, son. It has been a while since I have gazed upon the beauty of my masterpiece,” the spider said.
When the spider fully came out of the shadows, it revealed that the lower part of the creature was eight long spider legs and the lower abdomen of the spider where its web came from. The upper portion of the creature was a beautiful, no, beautiful would insult her, she was an enchanting lady with long jet black hair, hazel eyes and perfect blemish free face. Her mouth curled into a beautiful smile and... I can’t find the proper words to fully describe her beauty.
