Loyalty

Chapter 21: Spiders.

Jessica's POV

Since we started dating, Brian and I had spent almost every night together, other than the nights he was on tour. We would spend most of our nights at his house. It was easier for Brian because he would have to worry about his cats if he was staying at my place. I didn't mind, because as long as Brian and I were together, I was happy.

I would often go right to Brian's house after work, even if he was still filming. He always told me that he loved seeing me when he got home, especially after a long day at work.

There was one night, where I knew Brian would be getting punished. Neither of us knew that the punishment was, which is how it normally goes. All I knew was that Brian would probably be cranky when he got home. I was able to get out of work early, so I could be sure to beat him home. I also stopped at the grocery store to pick up the ingredients to make his favorite dinner. I didn't know how bad this punishment would be, but I was prepared, just in case Brian came home in a terrible mood.

While I was in the kitchen, preparing the meal, I heard the front door open and loudly slam shut. Just from the way he slammed the door, I knew the punishment was bad.

"Brian?" I called out, with no response.

I walked out from behind the kitchen to see Brian walking like a zombie, towards his room. I love the man with all my heart, but I have to admit, he looked terrible. He had sweat dripping down his face. His hair was even more of a mess than usual, and he looked exhausted.

"Brian?" I asked again, "Are you okay? What happened?"

I went over to him, wanted to give him a hug and kiss to comfort him. I barely even touched his arm, but he pulled away instantly.

"Don't touch me," he snapped.

I backed away, just to give him the space that he needed. But it broke my heart to see him in this kind of distress. Usually, he lights up the moment we see each other. But today, my presence wasn't helping. I tried not to get offended that he was pushing me away. I just wanted to help him, in whatever way possible.

"What did they do to you, Brian?" I asked him.

"I don't want to talk about it," he told me, as he shook his head.

Since we've been together, this was the worst he's ever been after a punishment. Normally he would just come home and tell me how embarrassing or challenging his day was. But this time, he was shutting down, and not telling me anything about it.

"Brian, sweetheart. I love you. You can tell me anything," I assured him.

"You're going to make fun of me. Or think I'm being a pussy," he told me.

I know that I can be sarcastic, and tease Brian a lot. But I also know that there are some situations where I need to back off, and not make jokes. Right now, Brian didn't need to hear any of my snide comments. He just needed my comfort and support.

"Just tell me what happened. I swear, won't make fun of you," I promised him.

"It was the worst punishment I've ever had," Brian stated. He wasn't giving me the details yet, but at least he was opening up a bit.

"Worse than teaching sex ed to your parents?" I asked. Before this moment, he had always said that was his worst punishment.

"So much worse," he said.

Brian had finally started to calm down a little bit. He sat down on the couch, and I sat down right next to him. I cautiously went to hold his hand to comfort him, and this time he didn't pull away.