Australian Summer- Brenton Thwaites Fan Fiction

A New Home and a New Family

Brenton and I were on our way home. I didn't know what to expect. Was it good news or bad news? Is everything okay? We pulled into my dad's driveway. As soon as we did my heart started racing.

"Do you want me to come inside or raincheck for next week?" Brenton asked.

Brenton was the only person (next to my sister) who I felt close to. Ever since I got here I felt like my sister had joined my father's side and has been stuck to him like glue.

"It shouldn't take long.  Will you wait out here? I'll text you when Im done, is that okay?" I asked

"Of course! I need to make a few calls for work, it's works out perfect." he said.

I walked inside. My sister, father and Chloe were all gathered at the dining room table. "Sam!" my father shouted. "Please sit."

I sat down, my sister and I made some eye contact. I tried to read her body language on what they were going to say.

"So as you know Chloe and I just got married and that's why we wanted you here. We can finally start to have a family again. And speaking of families.." 

Chloe brought out a box. "Open it" Chloe said smiling.

My sister and I both grabbed an edge of the box. 3 words appeared on the cake: I AM PREGNANT!

"Pregnant?!" I asked. I didn't know where to begin. 

"Pregnant!!" my sister excitedly said.

"YES!" shouted Chloe with excitement.

I felt like I was frozen. My sister jumped up and hugged my father and Chloe.

"Oh my God!! Im so excited!! AHH Im going to have a younger sis-"

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?." I interrupted my sister.

"Sam!" My dad said shocked that said a curse word.

"A baby? For real? A fucking happy family? Is that why you're suddenly talking to us?"

"SAMANTHA Stop it!" my father shouted.

"Are you gonna make me? Are you now going to try to be my dad now? Is that the only reason you brought us down here. To build this cookie cutter family that you left behind in New York? I have no father. A father is someone who is there all time. Who cries on his daughters birthday, dance or prom. Who goes to her art award shows, or his other daughter soccer games, or who gets all choked up on his child's first day of school. There is no way you can be a father after missing all of that. And NO sorry, or "baby" is going to make up for 15 years of a child's life." I said.

I started walking out the door, I couldn't look at any of them. Who could I trust? I felt like I was a little fish in a pond, and the pond kept getting bigger and bigger and all the other fish were after me.

"Sam get back here!" shouted my father.

"Sam!" my sister yelled.

I slammed the door. I was trying to hold in the tears. Brenton turned on his truck. I climbed in the car and shut the door.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

" Just go." I said covering my mouth, trying to hold the tears.

He pulled the car out of the driveway and pulled over to the side of the road.

"Sam what's going on?" he grabbed both of my arms and tried to get me to look at his face.

"NO! NO!" I shook him off my shoulders and I ran out of the car. 

"SAM!" he shouted. He started chasing after me.

I ran to the beach. I picked up a ton of sand and just threw it. I threw anything on the ground shells, rocks, pebbles, etc. I was screaming and crying. I lost it. Brenton just watched me. I kept throwing and screaming till I had no more fight in me. I fell down. I tried to just breathe. His hand touched my shoulder

"Sam.." he said softly.

"How? How could they?" I said crying and wisphering.

I curled up in a little ball holding my knees having toes in my sand. I looked at the ocean. Brenton looked at me and then at the ocean.

"It's pretty awesome. Isn't it? (I didn't say anything, but he kept talking) I learned when I was really little that the ocean was my friend. My dad would take me and my brother to the beach everyday.. or as long as I can remember. He taughted me about the ocean and how it connected all throughout the world and how all these fish lived in it. ( I wasn't sure where he was going with this conversation) And when a jellyfish would wash up on the shore, it wasn't because of a tide, it was because the ocean tried to save him. The ocean knew he was misunderstood and he was lost in a big world trying to find his place.. or at least thats what my father told me. And one day I was walking and I stepped on one, it wasn't his fault he was there and it wasn't my fault that I stepped on him.. but shit it hurt!! "

"And..?" I asked.

"Well I was pissed, pissed at the jellyfish, pissed at the world. I thought my best friend betrayed me, and that everyone was after me."

"So?" I asked.

"Sooooo I know how your feeling." Brenton said nudging me on the arm.

I laughed and snuffled a little.. "What does that have to do with anything, I mean that's not changing my parents, or a baby. I can't just put ice on my life and hope the sting goes away." I said.

"I'm not asking you too! But please let me be your ocean, I will listen and I will help you. I promise." he said.

"You don't even know me." I said.

"I know that you're a beautiful, funny, smart misunderstood girl. Who grew up on her own, she worked for her life, and for her mother and sister's lives. All she does is want to paint and sculpt. She wants to be an artist. See I know you!" he said.

"You may know me.. but you don't know how I'm feeling." I said sitting.

"Don't know how you feel?" he said. He started backing up, grabbed sand and shoved it down my shirt.

"BRENTON? WHAT THE HELL?"

"COME ON! I'M THE OCEAN AND THE WORLD GIVING YOU SHIT. YOU DON'T HAVE ANY ICE SO GIVE ME ALL YA GOT!"

I grabbed a bunch of sand and so did he, we were throwing it back and forth.

"STOP!" I said getting more and more frustrated.

"NO!" he shouted.

"BRENTON!"

"BRENTON!"

"BRENTON!!" I said screaming and laughing.

I fell over and he ran over covering my body with his. Leaning over me.

"You feel better?" he said

"I.. I-"

He interrupted it with a kiss. He kissed me. I kissed him back.I felt home with him, he took away all of my pain. We spent the night on the beach, cuddling, kissing and sleeping.