On the Plus side

Take Care

"I know you've been hurt by someone else. I can tell by the way you carry yourself. If you let me, here's what I'll do. I'll take care of you. I've loved and I've lost."  Drake , Rihanna~ Take Care.

Oh my god, why does everybody all of a sudden want to eat my pussy? Like I just don't get it, matter of fact why do I allow it?

After I woke up, I found my self restrained because Brandon's arm was wrapped around my torso and his head was on my chest.

How did he pick me up? How did he know where my room was? What time is it? Why am I asking so much questions?

"Um Brandon?" I whispered trying not to wake him up to much if that makes sense.

"Brandon!?" I harshly whispered but all he did was stir in his sleep. No doubt he was a handsome man even when he sleeps. His mouth was slightly parted open so I decided to fuck with him.

I lightly trailed my pinky along his mustache to make it feel like a fly was on it. At first he wiggled his nose but as I continued, he slapped his face then shot up.

I pretended I was asleep while he wiped his lip. I couldn't help but laugh at him.

"You was doing that?" He smirked looking at me. I shook my head no viguoursly.

"Oh ok, hm." Was all he said before turning around slowly.

As soon as I swung my leg over to get off the bed he jumped over to me tickling my sides.

"Oh my god stop Brandon." I screamed. This tickled so good and I was about to pee on myself.

The door burst open with a gunned Jesus. He was pointing it at Brandon. Something wasn't right and he was looking around shaking almost panicking.

The room was silent besides Jesus heavy breaths. Next he slowly put it down and started crying. He curled up in a little ball by the front door then starting hitting himself in the head with a gun.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm so stupid, I'm sorry,  I'm so stupid." Was all he chanted hitting his head repeatedly until blood started flowing down his face.

"Hey man, hey it's ok." Brandon said slowly walking over to Jesus with his hands outstretched.

"Jesus what's wrong, talk to me." I spoke slowly getting off the bed not making any sudden movements.

I don't know what came over me but I rushed to his side nuzzling his head on my chest. I didn't care about the blood, for now atleast.

"Go get a towel baby and the first aid kit right below the towels in the bathroom." I spoke to Brandon. He looked at me for a while then got up to do as I asked.

"I could have stopped him, he killed her. The door the window, the bed. All the blood." Jesus started crying heavy as he held on to me repeating the same words over and over.

What the fuck? Javier didn't tell me everything like he should have apparently.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Jesus words kept being repeated like a broken record. Soon enough he stopped talking but kept rocking back and forth.

"Sorry, I had trouble finding the bathroom." Brandon said kneeling in front of Jesus.

He straightened his head up while examining his gash. No lie, it's pretty fucking big.