The Painters Savior

chapter 12

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~ariel

                  “You need to come back. It’s the boys. They need you.”

                The worst possible scenarios flow through my thoughts. Surely Brendon isn’t as bad as last week. The cancer couldn’t be that bad. And I know he isn’t dead. I would feel it. I know I would. Just like my dad I’d feel sick to my stomach. I’d just know.

                “B-Brendon he’s not….”

                “NO! No nothing like that. It’s just they keep asking when you’d come back and I told them you weren’t and Thomas started screaming, he said he always saw the booboos you had and he panicked. God you should’ve seen them. They still aren’t settled. I need you to come back.”

                I knew I had too. They were my brothers. It hurt that he saw the cuts on my arms. I never let anyone see them. If Chase ever see’s them he looks away hurt, sucking in a breath like I was cutting him. I didn’t want him to be disgusted in me. If it hurt a grown up chase, I couldn’t imagine what was going on in baby Thomas’ mind. He probably thinks someone has done it to me. That’s likely to be why he started to freak out. He thought I had a pursuer. One that wanted me gone forever.

                He just didn’t know I was my own pursuer.

                I got up and grabbed Chase’s hand. If my mother didn’t approve of whom I was with then fine. I’m only going there for my brothers. I drag him to his car and climb into the passenger seat. I’m glad chase isn’t pushing to know what’s going on. I would easily tell him but I need to think. How will I manage to convince my brothers that I’m fine without being with them?

                We get at my mom’s soon after. Chase hadn’t even parked the car and I was already out the door and up the front porch steps. I grab the handle and push the door open. I’m immediately crushed by the two, each on one leg. Their grips are so tight I have to beg them to let me hug them. They let go to give me enough time for me to crouch down before they have their arms wrapped around me. Brendon’s arms are so thin while chubby Thomas’ has the extra baby fat. I find myself crying as they repeat my name. I sit back down and sit them on my lap.

                Even though they are crushing my legs I pull them to me. They don’t hesitate. I close my eyes soaking in them being here. Once I open them I see chase shyly standing in the door way, hands in his pockets. I wave him in and he sits beside me. He puts his hand on my back and I know he’s trying to comfort me. It’s working as I feel the little sizzle run through my spine.

                I pull back from my baby brothers and introduce them to chase. This is how I’ll get them to believe I’m fine. I need them to see that he’ll protect me. He will anyways but they need to see it. They ask him silly questions with their arms crossed on their chests.

                “What’s your job?”

                “I go to school.” He replied.

                They’d look at each other with their noses crunched up in thought. Then Brendon says in a weak voice “Then how would you pay for her nerds?” at this I burst out laughing. My favorite candies were nerds. Once a month we’d go to the convenience store to buy a pack and I’d share some with them. It was their favorite time of the month according to them. Chase let out a chuckle and said he has money from his mom.

                They let it slide and soon after 2 hours had past we started our goodbyes.

                I stood up and pulled them off their bums. “I’ll see you later on and we’ll get nerds okay?” they both nod eagerly and I smile. I kiss their heads and grab chase’s hands. They loved him, not that I’m surprised, and it means so much to me. I walk hand in Chase’s to the car and kiss him on the cheek as a thank you.