The Hidden (BXB)

Chapter 2: Hopefully

-Dox's POV-

I had been woken up to the sound of my older brother being obnoxious downstairs at around 4.30 am if I remember correctly. My head was pounding because of the uncanny dream I had, the prominent red eyes were etched into my brain, leaving me puzzled.

I'd shakily gotten off bed and stepped over Novah who was sprawled over on the ground, snoring loudly. 

After going downstairs I'd met my half drunk brother who gave me a half grin and lazily walked over to give me a hug. After dad left he became the man in the house, you could say he's irresponsible for getting drunk and question his love and mental strength, but my mum and I knew it took a mammoth toll on him after he left so quickly. My dad was his rock, to know that he was so foul was an earth shattering moment for Manu.

Before I came out, the Raynotts have been one of the most happiest families in the neighborhood. We did everything together, we went out to eat occasionally, went on picnics, played matches together, watched movies together and everything else.

Jace always accompanied us, the three kids would play and joke around while the parents lovingly gazed at each other and smiled and laughed and exchanged some pecks. By one look, you could sense the oozing contentedness of the happy family. 

Nevertheless, all good things come to an end and our world shattered when I came out. The beautiful portrait of us four, lay in shambles across the floor.

Which bruised my heart, what further broke me was the demise of half my soul, and I'd never be lucky enough to get it back.

I blamed myself.

For everything.

My family broke because of me and Jace passed away because I was too frozen and cowardly to not swim over and save him. My rational mind knew I couldn't have saved him, he swam right into the massive wave and I saw the memories that flashed through my brain, because deep down, I knew, I knew he wouldn't survive and he didn't.

The one thing I would regret till my last breath is that I didn't even try. 

I didn't even fucking try.

And I hate myself for it.

So I had hugged my brother a little tighter and he returned the favour. We lit up the fireplace, made ourselves some hot chocolate and talked until the sun rose to its glorified brightness.

This was a normal morning for my brother and I, and two hours later my mother had finally gotten home. 

We'd put her frail body to bed, biting our lips in guilt because of our mother's state. It was disturbing to see her like this, she looked absolutely exhausted. Seeing this only fueled us two to work harder and get her the life she deserves.

This is why I studied so hard and played my instruments to perfection. 

I had to succeed.

 I also had to show my father that being gay doesn't mean I'm going to fail at life. I'm still the same son that he loved so much, I'm still the same damn boy that he looked up so proudly to.

But my main priority would always be my mother's betterment, she didn't leave me when I needed her. Unlike my deadbeat father, she stayed.

I walked into school parking lot that day feeling quite down because of how my mum looked. Novah knew something was wrong and he'd been trying to get me to tell him the whole way to school.

Right as I was about to walk into school, I heard an extremely loud car engine and I turned to see what it was. It was a magnificently sleek completely black BMW and out stepped Cato, Novah's cousin. The passenger side door opened too, and stepped out probably the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. 

Her short dark hair was styled to perfection and she strutted over to Cato like the confident woman she was. She was almost at his height with the killer heels she was wearing. Cato held out a hand and she looped her caramel skinned hand trough his. They looked like the ultimate power couple.

I admired the girl for being so confident on her first day to this dreaded high school.

All the girls slobbered over Cato while the boys let their eyes roam the girl's seemingly perfect body. I rolled my eyes at their nastiness and continued to walk over to my locker.

"Ah, if it isn't the mega slut." Novah had said loudly which earned an unimpressed lift of an eyebrow form the girl and an almost animalistic growl form Cato.

What the hell was that?

"Novah don't say that." I had voiced meekly and at that, Cato smirked. 

"Yeah Novah. Listen to your twink and know who you're talking to." He quipped.

"I'm not anyone's twink, shut up." I said calmly, which made Cato give off an irritating half smile and hold his hands up to show his surrender. "Whatever you say, twink." 

I rolled my eyes and so did Novah who was mumbling something about someone's son needing to grow up...? What did that mean? I brushed it off thinking I had misheard him and continued onto class, choosing to forget about the previous debacle.

My life passed on for 2 more weeks like this, with Cato's annoying but particularly harmless insults that were being thrown at me every time I met him and his assumed girlfriend. He's taken a knack for annoying just me, maybe it was because I was an easy target or because I get riled up quickly.

That Friday, Novah invited me to their house. Apparently it was Cato's 18th birthday and Novah was allowed to bring one more person to the party. I was really questioning going there but I knew that once my family got to know they'd push me into going and Novah would make sure to tell my brother. 

So, saving myself all the words that are going to be wasted for me to go anyways, I said fine.

Hopefully it won't be that horrid, I had thought.