My 5 Overprotective Brothers

Chapter 15

Braylon's POV
  I sit up in my bed, eyes puffy. My phone lights up and I glance at it. Unknown number.
  I raise my eyebrows and grab it.
"It's your fault you know. You told Grayson not to come to your practice and now he's in a coma... Because of you."
My eyes widen and I ponder the thought.
I bite my lip and my eyes water.
I get up and walk to the bathroom. I look at myself and frown. My hair is a pig-sti, my eyes are blood shot and I have bags under my eyes.
I taste a metallic taste in my mouth and I look to see my lip is bleeding. I grab my razor, bring it up to my wrist. I look at it for a moment, but shake my head and put it back. Grayson wouldn't have wanted that.
I get freshened up and walk down stairs.
Tyler is sitting at the table glued to his phone with a frown on his face.
I walk up to the counter and get myself a glass of Kool-aid.
"How is he?" I ask him without looking at him.
I hear him pause, then answer. "Not so good."
I frown and blink rapidly.
"You know... none of this would have happened if..." He trails off.
I clench my teeth and turn around. "If what?" I spat at him.
He narrows his eyes and stands up, towering over me. "If you let him go to your practice. But no. He went home with me and in result, he's in a coma." He hisses, making me flinch.
I ball up my fists, and he smirks.
"Yeah? Well you were the one driving." I walk closer to him.
Something behind his eyes flicker and before I know it, it's gone.
He walks closer to me and presses me up against the counter.
"But he's in a coma because of you." He hisses in my ear.
I blink and a single tear trails down my cheek. Tyler backs up. I bring my hand up to my face to wipe away the tear but instead I punch Tyler as hard as I can in the face.
I hiss when the pain shoots up my arm, rattling my bones. More bruises for me. Yay.
He clutches his jaw and walks slowly toward me.
I gulp when I see rage in his eyes. Along with... regret?
As quick as a flash, he pulls my hair back and I gasp at the sudden contact.
He brings his hands up and brings it down on my face. I squeeze my eyes shut and wait for the pain.
A moment passes and I don't feel anything.
I open my eyes and his hand is right there, next to my face. He was going to slap me.
I let out a breath and make eye contact with him.
His eyes are wide with shock and he lowers his hand.
He releases my hair and I rub my head.
He turns away and walks to the table and sits down.
I think for a moment. I slowly go next to him.
"I'm sorry." As soon as these words left my mouth in crushed into a breath taking hug.
"Me too." My shirt starts to get we from his tears.
We stay like this for a little while. It wasn't awkward, he's like another brother, not that I need another one.
"Why..." I trail off, but he looks up, knowing my question.
He sighs and runs his hands through his hair.
"Well, someone told me that if I didn't tell you that Grayson being in coma was your fault they would hurt you. They said they wanted to see a good bruise on your face so they would see it during school." His eyes start to water.
"I'm sorry Bray, I never wanted to hurt you. It's just I don't want them to hurt you. But I won't let them, and I think your brothers won't either." He says with a wobbly voice.
Curiosity prickles at me.
"Who was the person?" He shrugs.
"Some girl." He mumbles.
I clench my teeth. "What'd she look like?"
He started at the ceiling for a moment before answering. "Dark brown hair, really blue eyes, and two scars on her right eyebrow. Why?"
I narrow my eyes and ask one more question, because if one is there, the other isn't far behind. But he is supposed to be in jail so.
"Was there anyone else? I ask, already knowing the answer, but just to be safe.
He nods, panic seizes me. I motion for him to go on.
"He was about 6'2, something like that. Brown hair, green eyes, probably late 30's. 38 years old I'd guess. He was hot, I'd go gay for him but you know. I'm not like that, I'm straight." He says, smiling sheepishly. "They looked related."
I open my mouth in shock and fear. Jason's back.
My thoughts are interrupted when he hugs me again.
Just then Aaron comes into the kitchen. He halts and his gaze flickers back between me and Tyler, who is still hugging me.
Anger fills his face.
I quickly get up, say a quick 'bye' to Tyler and pull Aaron put the door my his arm.
We get to his truck and we get in.
He pulls out of the drive way and the ride is silent.
"He was apologizing to me, Aaron. He felt bad." I tell him, putting my hand on his arm.
It's obvious that he relaxes.
We pull up into a meadow. I get out and he get some things from the truck.
A sheet. And a camera.
He lays the sheet out in the meadow and sits down. I sit across from him.
"Let's play 20 questions." He says in a light hearted tone.
"Okay. Me first." I tell him. I think of a random question.
"Ok, umm. What's your least favorite word? Like the one you hate the most?" I ask him.
His eyebrows raise up. "Okayyyy. Probably sac. It gives me the shivers when someone says it." I make a face.
"What's your least favorite word?" He asks me while grabbing his camera.
"Ugh. I don't even want to say it, it's that gross." I take out my phone and text him the disgusting word.
He looks at it then bursts out laughing.
I glare at him, and cringe.
He holds his camera up and he says the word.
"Moist? That's the word you hate? Moist?" He says while laughing.
Each time he says the word, I make a disgusted face and he snaps a picture.
He looks at it then bursts out laughing again.
He shows me and I admit, I look hilarious. I laugh with him.

17 questions later, about hobbies, past relationships, blah blah blah, and now we're down to 2 questions each.
"Ok, ok. Here's my 18th question. Can I kiss you?" I ask him. I've run out of questions.
I scoot over to him, grab his face and kiss him, and he kisses me back.
I crawl back over to where I was, my lips tingling.
"My turn." He murmurs.
"Ok, uhhh." He glances up at the sky.

"Are... are you a virgin?" My blood freezes. My heart stops.

I wait a couple of minutes before I answer. I stare at the red sheet.
I suck in a deep breath and let it out.
"N-no." I keep my gaze on the ground.
I glance up at him and his eyebrows are raised.
My lower lip wobbles. He notices.
He crawls over to me and hugs me.
"Oh, Bray. I didn't mean to make you upset. I honestly thought you were gonna say yes." He whispers into my ear.
"Wanna talk about it? Why does it upset you?" He asks gently.
I think about whether to tell him or not. I decide to tell him, he's my boyfriend.
"Yeah, umm well, it's was a guy." I say.
He rolls his eyes.
"He took it from me." I say quietly, I feel Aaron tense up.
"What?!" He asks angrily.
I hold his hand.
"It was 2 years ago, Aaron." I say calmly.
"That's even worse! You were 13!" He exclaims. My shoulders sag.
"No, I was 14, my birthday is in 3 days." He nods.
"Anyway, I haven't seen him since."
He tenses up again. "What?! He used you then dumped you?"
I quickly shake my head. "No! You've got it all wrong! He used me, but he didn't dump me. We moved."
"Ohh. What was this boy's name?"
"Aaron." I say sternly, in a warning.
"No, I just want to know, I won't beat him up."
I give in.
"Alright,but, don't freak out. It's a man. His name is Jason."

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