IM SORRY FOR THE LAST CHAPTER PLEASE DONT KILL ME AND PLEASE DONT KILL ME FOR THIS CHAPTER
Sam POV
After that day, things got awkward between Gabriel and I. I still had no idea what happened and he was constantly embarrassed around me. Three weeks after the incident, he stopped coming to my house and the only time he talked to me was during school.
I hated it. I wanted my best friend back.
I hadn't had a best friend for 17 years and for once I finally had one, but then it got fucked up. I had changed since I met Gabriel, I was happier and more social than I had ever been. But after he stopped talking to me, I relapsed into my quiet, moodier self.
I went back to going to school, coming home, doing work, and sleeping on repeat. I think mom and Dean noticed it, but they never said anything. I heard them whispering together then stopping when I walked into the room multiple times.
Dean started driving me to school again, since I didn't walk with Gabriel anymore. I felt bad about it, Dean probably had more to do than drive his younger brother around all the time, even though he swore it wasn't a problem.
One day I woke up, filled with dread. That was how I always woke up. Of course, it stopped happening when I met Gabriel, but it picked back up in the few weeks that we stopped talking. I got ready like a prisoner getting ready to go to the gallows.
Dean dropped me off at the school, looking at me with his sad, worrying older brother look. I went to my locker and put everything away robotically. When I turned to go to homeroom, my books were knocked out of my hands.
"Hey, freak!" A boy in a letterman jacket kicked my books across the hallway. "Where's your best friend? Oh, right. He ditched you!" I leaned down with a trembling hand to pick up my books and was roughly grabbed the front of my flannel and threw me against the locker.
The boy jeered at me and said, "Hey, if you don't want me to beat you up, just say something." Tears streamed down my face. I tried to say something, tried to make a noise come out of my mouth, but I couldn't. I couldn't and he knew that.
The boy laughed and punched me in the face, and suddenly I wasn't in the hallway. Suddenly I was at home, nine years old and watching my father throw a thirteen year old Dean across the room. My father turned to me and punched me again and again and I couldn't stop him, couldn't breathe or move.
I could feel my mouth open but no noise escape my throat. The tears coming out of my eyes went into my mouth and choked me, and I was falling until-
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM!"
Soft hands touched my face and slowly stroked my hair. "Shhhh, it's okay, Sammy." My tears were wiped and lips were pressed to my forehead. I opened my eyes and saw a crowd of students being held back by teachers.
Gabriel was holding me in his lap and stroking my hair. I lifted my hands and tried to sign but Gabriel put his hands on them and pushed them down. "The office called your mom. She's gonna pick you up."
I shook my head weakly. I lifted my hands again and signed with trembling hands, You come with me? I knew it was sloppy, but I couldn't think and I needed Gabriel with me. Gabriel nodded. "Of course, Sammy."
I nodded and closed my eyes, shaking. Gabriel grabbed my hands and and nuzzled into my hair. "I'm so sorry, Sammy. I'll never leave you again, I promise."
The crowd around us broke and Dean and mom rushed through. "Sammy," Mom said through tears. Gabriel made to let go of me but I grabbed his hand. Dean and mom kneeled down beside us. "Did you have another panic attack?" Dean whispered. I nodded.
"Let's go home, okay?" Mom said. I pointed to Gabriel and she said, "He can come if it's okay with his parents." Gabriel's mother looked out from the crowd and said, "Yes he can." Mom nodded at her and helped me stand up.
Dean glared at the crowd and said, "Who did this?" He pointed to the bruise forming on my face. A couple of people pointed to the boy in the letterman jacket who was white as a sheet. Dean shot a cold look to a teacher and said, "If he isn't punished for hurting my baby brother I'll do it myself."
With that, he stormed out with mom, Gabriel, and I trailing after. I stayed leaning on Gabriel, even after we got in the car. Gabriel whispered to me the whole ride home, mostly cracking jokes to try to get me to laugh.
When we got home, Gabriel brought me to my room and made me lay down. He sat down by my head and ran his hands through my hair. I was still shaking, not as violently as when I was in the school, but still enough to keep me from relaxing.
Gabriel started singing slowly and gently. "Oh, Ms Believer, my pretty sleeper, your twisted thoughts are like snow on the road. Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder inside your head, than the winter of dead."
As he continued to sing, Gabriel ran his hands over my shoulders to calm me down.
"I will tell you I love you, but the muffs on you ears will cater your fears. My nose and feet are running as we start to travel through snow, together we go..."
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath slowly, convincing myself that I was safe, and that my father was gone. I lifted my hands silently to sign before Gabriel could sing the next part.
Together we go.
SEE I MADE IT BETTER. *hides behind Jared Padalecki*
IM GOING TO SEE DAN AND PHIL ON FRIDAY
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AND CIVIL WAR IS NEXT WEEK IM NOT EMOTIONALLY PREPARED FOR THIS SHIT.
