Unspoken

Chapter 15

Picture of Micah!

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Ben's P.O.V

After Sam storms out I leave, I think I need more time to myself or rather Sam needs some time without me. Sam had never acted that way to me before, we've always been pretty close but I guess everyone has their breaking point. Not that I blame him, I always seem to be the cause of Sam's pain, him taking all the beatings for me so I'm protected, him working long hours so he can have a better life for me, he's sacrificed alot so I can still be a normal teenager. Then I get more people involved when he's stictly told me not too, I'm always messing things up.

Don't get me wrong I'm so grateful for what Sam's done for me but I can't help but think his life would of been so much easier if I was never born.

I reach were I planned to go and I knock, the door opens not even a minute later.

"Benny?"

"Hi Micah.. I know it's early but can I come in?"

"Yeah of course."

He moves to the side to let me in which I do gracefully of course.

"You home alone?"

"Yeah my parents are still on holiday." Micah shrugged.

"For 2 months?"

His gave me a sad smile. "Yeah.. C-can I get you something to drink?"

"Do you have apple juice?" I grin.

He smiles back. "Yeah I know how much you love it."

"Then apple juice it is!" I sang and run to the kitchen, Micah starts to chuckle behind me.

"Slow down the juice isn't going anywhere." He laughs.

I pout but I sit down on the kitchen island and wait for him to pour me some apple juice.

"So.. How comes you came here so early in the morning?" He asks as he hands me the drink.

"It's not that early." I scoff as I take a sip.

"It is for you, your ideal time to have breakfast is when everyone's finished their lunch."

Well he's got me there.

"True."

Micah laughs before he got serious. "Tell me why you really came here, I can tell when something's wrong."

"I don't know.. I guess I'm giving my brother space."

"Why?"

"He's mad at me." I say softly.

"Did you do something? I'm sure whatever happened between you two, you'll work it out. You're brothers."

"Who knows? He got seriously hurt and it's all my fault, it's always my fault."

"Don't say things like that."

"It's true Micah! He willingly puts himself through so much just to protect me, if I was never alive then he wouldn't have to go through any of it.. Or I could of had had his back like he has mine."

I put my head in my hands in shame. Sam has done so much for me since our dad died. He's cooked my meals, bought me clothes, read me stories when I was younger, bought me toys, helps me with my homework, always provides me a shoulder to cry on, pays for me to play football after school, he's been my support, my rock and what have I done for him?

Nothing.

I haven't even bought him a birthday present.

Micah hugs me as I begin to cry.