City Kiddy, Meet Mountain Brat (bxb)

Chapter 12

Clay P.O.V
     Max was so perfect. I couldn't get enough of the handsome olive skin, how he was so effortlessly flawless. The feeling of his shivers as I ran my hands everywhere I could reach on him, my lips as they glided over the swell of his ass. The water felt tepid in comparison to his heated flushed skin. He blushed every time I touched him, tensing ever so slightly as I held his slender hips against mine. His lips were soft too, almost sweet to taste.
     I kept the images running in my head as I lay on the bench press, trying to burn off some of that excess energy. I'd taken off twenty-five kilos cause I didn't have a spot and now lifting wasn't helping get rid of that tingling up my spine and the extra heat in my blood. I'd have to switch to something else.
     I put the bar back and sat up, looking for my weighted fingerless gloves.
     ~"That was Abney Park, requested by the ever beautiful, Mrs. Toki."~ Bradly sang out of the radio. ~"Now how 'bout some Volbeat?"~ He said as "Warriors Call" stared playing over top of him. ~"Nightwish, coming after this!"~
     I moved to stand by the punching bag, turning up the radio slightly as I passed, rolling my shoulders and bouncing on the balls of my feet. Unfortunately, after only a half hour, I must have woken up Franky. He came swaggering into the room and I felt my blood pressure rise just because of his presence. I took a deep breath, I was just going to ignore him.
     "Hey lard ass." I just kept throwing punches, trying to drown out the sound of his voice. "It's ten in the morning, some people are trying to sleep." He walked around to stand where I could see him on the opposite side of the punching bag. "You're a little to late if your trying to trim down, husky. Maybe if you did this all day for a month and stopped eating you might make some progress." I knew he was wearing that fucking smirk even if I refused to look at him.  I punched harder, making tears in my duct taped bag, sand starting to trickle from them.
     "Why don't you just pound your frustrations out into your sex toy ex-boyfriend, or is he not into fat guys anymore?"
     I could feel myself shaking, a vein ticking in my temple as my head ached with every pulse of my heart. Why did he do this to me?! He used to be my brother, we used to get along!
     He was getting irritated that I was ignoring him. The fucker was just like Hunter.
     "What's your fucking problem today fatty? Wake up on the wrong end of the faggot train."
     I don't know what happend, but somthing in me snapped and the next punch I threw was at Franky. I watched, in the split second it took for him to realized what was happening, just before my fist collided with his jaw, his slightly yellowed eyes grew wide. I hit him as hard as I could, knocking him back against the wall, spraying blood out of his mouth.
     Then I was on top of him, pounding every inch of him I could with those goddamn weighted gloved. It was as if seven years of frustration and aggression burst past the dam and I was swept away in it, unable to stop myself from beating my only brother to within an inch of his life with my own fists. Everything was red, my head was pounding as if somthing was beating my brain against the inside of my skull and I couldn't stop myself!!!
     When I finally did step back, my arms felt like lead and I felt sick from the pain in my head and completly numb.
     Franky was on the floor, his eyes were already bruising, his nose was broken at a ninety degree angle, his jaw was broken, blood poured out from behind broken teeth and from his nose. Blood covered my hands and gloves, splattered on the wall and floor and even my shirt. I hadn't knocked him out, he was sobbing and moaning, gasping on the floor past the blood in his mouth as red welts blossomed like sickly flowers on his exposed skin. I'd split his lip and put a gash on his forehead, but it didn't seem real. I looked from Franky to my own red smeared hands, but it didn't seem real?
     "Clayton,"
     I turned toward the sound of the soft scared voice. Max was standing in the doorway, his coat still on and his cheeks still pink from the cold. He was staring at me horrified at what I had done. He was scared of me. He had just watched me brutally beat my brother without mercy. I had just beaten my brother into a bloody, shivering, waste-pool on the ground.
     "Get dad." I said horsely, still numb. He ran.
     "ROY!"
     He, ran... I looked at Franky again. Oh God, what have I done?

     My head pounded dully as I sat, my palms pressed into my eyes, my head low as I listened to my father scream at me. He was actually screaming at me. I had never in my entire life heard him scream at anybody, not even when I was thrown into jail, and it seemed to go on for hours.
     "What in the fuck were you thinking!!" He bellowed again.
     "I wasn't." I muttered at my knees.
     "Obviously!" I looked up at him, the throbbing in my head getting worse.
     "I didn't mean to do that." I almost growled.
     "You didn't mean to?!? You shatter his nose, broke his jaw in three places, fractured ribs, broke his arm and knocked out three of his teeth, forty-eight stiches!!!! What the FUCK do you mean, 'you didn't mean to'! His jaw will be wired shut for months!! YOU COULD HAVE KILLED HIM, CLAYTON!!!" He raged, standing in front if me, screaming down in my face.
     What was going on? What was wrong with me? I wasn't like this, this wasn't me, but again, before I knew what was happening, I was standing up, my chest knocked into my father's as I balled my fists, my teeth bared.
     "I mean I didn't know it was happening before it was to fucking late!" I barked at him.
      He looked murderous.
      "Sit, down." He said darkly, not backing away, staring me down. He looked like a grizzly bear, there was no other words for it.
     "No! I already know I fucked up! I don't need you to tell me!!"
     "Clayton Theodoric Inish, you have three seconds to sit your ass back on that couch or so help me God-"
     And I cut him off, shoving him backwards a few steps with a hard push to his chest.
     "I told you I know I fucked up! And I couldn't fucking stop myself! I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!!!!" I screamed at the top of my voice, drowning out his own attempts to snarl at me. "Because for the past seven years he has hasn't used my name! I'm not his brother anymore! Ever since mom died, I'm just the faggot or the fat kid, lard ass, the flaming fucking fairy!"
     Everything I had ever though about Franky, everthing that I had bottled up for seven years came out in a tirade of furious anger and frustration.
     "And you never did a fucking thing!!! It was always 'boys stop fighting' not Franky, just boys! I never did a god damned thing and I tried so hard to let it slid! I used to cry at moms grave and beg her to come back because then maybe Franky would stop. I hate myself almost as much as I hate him and you never stood up for me! I was ten fucking years old, I didn't know what to do!! Even when I was thirteen, I was sick for days, throwing up, trying to pluck up the courage to tell you guys I was gay and the first thing I heard was, 'oh, fatty's a fag'. That fucking ruined me!! Where were you then! WHERE WERE YOU TODAY?! Why weren't  you here to stop me!?!?! I didn't want to do that to him!!" My voice cracked as tears ran down my face and the room spun around me.
     But, it wouldn't stop spinning. It was hard to breath and the aching in my head was white hot, making my ears ring. Everything blurred, the colors and shapes running together as they faded into black before my eyes. I heard the thud and felt the impact as I hit the floor. It all sounded so far away before the blackness took me completely.

*** yes, I know this was short, but before you get after me about that just know if I kept going this chapter would have been over 4000 words long...also I like cliffhangers because I'm a bastard like that \^○^/. I'm working on how I want to set up the next few chapters. I will be back. Vote, comment, be nice to your siblings....they might grow up bigger than you. \^~^/