Brett

Funeral (part 2)

So I've got 691 reads... Like 2 days ago I had 400 and something. I swear if I reach 1k reads within the next week or two I'm gonna freak!

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As we rode to the grave site, Bretts hand stayed attached to me. Whether it was holding my hand, or having his hand on my thigh, I let him do whatever he needed. I knew that it was comforting to him, knowing that I was actually there. He always knew that I'll always be there for him, whether it's physically or in his heart.

I'd always ask him, 'you know I'm going to always be there for you right? Whether it's physically or mentally, no matter where we are, I'll always be here to support you through anything.' He'd always laugh and nod his head while saying 'And you know I'll always be there for you to, right?" I'd agree and he'd either kiss my lips or my forehead, then I'd smile up at him and tell him I loved him and he'd say it back.

"You know I love you right?" I asked looking over at him. He smiled softly and nodded, looking over at me. "And you know that I'm here whenever you want to talk? You don't have to keep everything bottled up, it's not good for you."

"I know, and I love you too." He leans over and kisses me cheek. I smiled and he squeezed my thigh. "I just, I don't think I'm ready yet." I nod and smile.

"I understand. Just, like I said whenever you're ready you can talk to me." He smiled strongly this time with a nod.

He continued driving until we got to the grave site. We stepped out of the car, meeting each other at his side of the car. He immediately grabbed my hand and began walking up to where a tent had been placed and seats were placed underneath.

Once everyone was around, the boys went and got Gabe. They placed him on the stand and they all sat down. Brett sat down next to me and grabbed my hand yet again. He gripped it tighter than before. People that decided not to speak at his funeral spoke a couple final words before the priest asked if anyone had anything they'd like to put on his coffin so he could be buried with it. Bretts hand shot up and the priest smiled at him, then nodded for him to go ahead. He stood up and pulled a video game case out of his pocket. Minecraft. He walked over to Gabe and placed it on the top of his coffin. He slowly backed away and sat down next to me. He looked over at me and I smiled up at him. He returned it, then yet again intertwined our fingers together.

They dismissed us and Brett shot up from his seat. Stiles went to go after him but Scott stopped him. Scott looked over at me and nodded. I smiled and walked away looking for Brett. He was under a tree and his hands were in his hair as he paced in circles.

"Hey," I said gently walking up to him. He had tears falling from his eyes and he looked at me then turned away. "Hey, hey, hey." I said softly grabbing his face in my hands, pulling him to look at me. "Talk to me." I whispered.

"It's real, it's all real." He cries and I nodded with my eyebrows furrowed in sadness. "It's real, and it hurts. He's not coming back." My heart falls at his words feeling guilty yet again. "I-I've been hurting everyone. I hurt you, I hurt Scott, Stiles, and I hurt Gabe by treating everyone the way I've been treating them."

"It's okay Brett. We understand, we get it. This isn't easy and we all understand that you two were so close. I'm sorry I couldn't bring him back, I tried, but maybe there's a reason this happened." I rubbed my thumbs over his cheek. He had been there for me all this time and now it's my turn to be there for him.

"What could the reasoning be? He was eleven for God sakes." He sniffles rubbing his eyes.

"Maybe the reason that this happened was to keep him from getting hurt by The Doctors, maybe it was to keep him safe period. Maybe it was because something bad was coming up in his future and he would've went another way and this way was just easier." I explained. Brett looked at me before slowly nodding.

"Yeah, you're right sorry. It's just, I feel like I let him down." He says weakly.

"How?"

"By treating everyone the way I did, by not going with him. Maybe it would've been me instead of him."

"Stop it." I said sternly. "You know he doesn't want you talking like that. You couldn't help it Brett, you didn't know that any of that was going to happen. It's not your fault, you have to quit blaming yourself for something that you couldn't help." I ranted. He just nodded and continued to cry. "You know I'm not saying this just because? I'm saying this because I love you and I need you to understand that you couldn't help it and it's not your fault." He nodded again and I leaned up kissing his cheek. I dug in his pockets of his tux looking for his car keys. "Come on, everyone's meeting up at Spaghetti Warehouse. I'm driving." I grabbed his hand and pulled him to his car. I opened the passenger side door and he got inside and I got in the drivers seat. I started the engine before driving off to the restraunt.

The ride there was silent. It wasn't the awkward, uncomfortable silence, it was peaceful. It just bugged me because Brett was still upset and I felt like no matter what I said he didn't believe me.

The whole time at the restraunt, he just sat there quietly. He didn't eat anything, he just sat quietly and drank his water.

"You're staying at my house tonight." I demanded. He nodded and I sighed upset that he was upset. I understood, I just wish he wouldn't clam up like this. I rubbed my thumb over the top of his hand as we waited for the check. I paid and for once he let me. We ended up leaving and heading back to my house.

"Do you want to take a shower?" I looked up to meet Bretts eyes.

"No, you can take one if you want to." He speaks softly. I just change into leggings and his sweatshirt. He was already changed and laying down. I walked over to my bed and crawled in sitting next to him. I threw my hair in a messy bun and looked at him with a pout on my lips. "What?" He asks and I sighed climbing over and straddling him.

"I hate seeing you like this." I played with the strings on his sweatshirt as I looked at him. "It makes me upset to see you upset." I whispered. He put his hands on my hips and looked up at me.

"I know, I'm sorry." He apologized which made me give him a stern look.

"Quit apologizing." I smiled softly which made him do the same. "You say sorry too much." I said quietly.

"I feel like I have to be sorry for everything. Like it's all my fault." He says and I open my mouth to speak but he beats me to it. "A-and I know what you're going to say. You're going to say it's not my fault, but I just feel like it is."

"It'll take some time to think otherwise of it being your fault but you'll get there." I took my hands away from the strings of his jacket. "It just takes time." My hands found his and they intertwined together and I pulled them close to my chest. "And that's what you'll get. You'll get time." I kissed him hands then placed them on his stomach. He smiled softly up at me.

"I love you so much." His voice was quiet and raspy. He was tired, you could tell. I smiled down at him.

"I love you too." I leaned down placing a kiss on his lips then leaned my head on his shoulder as I laid ontop of him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and sighed. "What? Am I too heavy?" I asked and he chuckled.

"No, I'm just tired." He says slowly and I nod. I go to get off of him but his arms stay in place. "Nope, you're not moving." He smiles and I giggle, laying back down. I kissed his neck before closing my eyes and soon falling asleep.

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Okay, I'm going to try and update tomorrow but I don't know if I can because I'm going to Daytona Beach on Sunday, and we're leaving at like 4 in the morning because it takes like 3 hours to drive from Tampa to Daytona, so I'll try and write then but I'm not sure if anything will be up this weekend.

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