My sleep was restless and I am so sore. I got out of bed and felt light headed, but I walked to the bathroom anyway. I turned on the water and stripped out of my clothes.
I couldn't help but look in the mirror and I got lost in the damage that was done by some of the people that I trusted most.
I looked down at my blood stained wrist and whimpered. I want to go see Brandon but I have so many bruises on my face. I miss him. I got in the shower and cried while I washed my hair and body. I got out of the shower after about an hour and got dressed. I grabbed I sat down on the couch and started a movie.
About 20 minutes later there was a knock on the door. I got up and looked through the peep hole. Brandon.
"Before I let you in, please don't ask. I don't want to talk about it." I said sadly. I opened the door and Brandons face fell. He reached his hand out and softly touched my jaw.
"Oh Sammy." He said sounding disappointed and ran his thumb over my busted lip.
"Do you want to watch a movie?" I asked weakly. We both sat on the couch, but I kept my distance from him. I don't know if I can control myself right now. He started a movie and looked over at me with a weak smile.
His hand softly laid on my knee and I looked back at him. He was looking at the tv with a small smile. Does he like me? Maybe he just feels bad and wants to comfort me.
I looked down at his hand on my knee and smiled before I thought about Josh. He's literally going to kill me. I looked up at Brandon again and he still had that cute dumb smirk on his face. Damn it.
I tried to ignore the feeling of electricity shooting through my knee and just focused on the movie.
"I'm going to get something to eat, do you want anything." He asked sweetly.
"No thanks." I mumbled and he stood up. I continued watching the movie and Brandon came back a few minutes later with a bowl of cereal. He sat closer to me and ate quickly before putting his bowl on the table.
He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer. I gave in and cuddled into him. I can't help but love the feeling of his touch. It feels like home.
Once the movie ended and everything was quiet, I heard a soft snore come from Brandon. I smiled to myself and looked up at him.
I pulled myself out of his arms and grabbed his bowl from the table. I put it in the sink and grabbed a glass of water before going back to the couch.
Brandon had managed to lay down and I grabbed the remote. I turned on another movie and laid down next to him so he was behind me. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer.
His hand moved to my hip making my breath get caught in my throat. The feeling of his hot breath on my neck drove me crazy.
I tried to calm down, but it was all like a dream come true, just him holding me. I fell asleep watching the movie and to the feeling of his hand on my hip.
I woke up to Brandon's hand slowly running up my shirt and it gave me goosebumps. I stretched slightly and he kind of pulled me closer.
"Welcome back to the world of the living Sammy." Brandon said with a weak chuckle. I yawned and sat up.
"Sorry for sleeping on you." I mumbled and he just smiled sitting next to me.
"I don't mind." He said with a smirk. Should I just go for it. I'm already in deep shit with Josh. I don't care if he kills me, I just wish I could be with Brandon. "Are you okay? What are you thinking about?" He asked putting his hand on my lower thigh.
"I'm fine." I said weakly and looked up at him. Fuck. "You should probably leave, my dad is going to be home soon." I lied looking at the clock.
"Okay, well I'll see you tomorrow morning." He said sweetly. "If you need anything come over my mom is out on business until late January." He said and hugged me softly.
"Thank you Brandon. Just please don't worry about me." I mumbled into his shoulder.
"That's my job." He said sweetly. "Goodnight Sammy." He said with a cute smile. Oh my god, I love him. He left and I took a deep breath. I went into my room and laid down. I slowly fell asleep feeling numb.
Brandons POV:
I woke up on the couch and looked down to see Sam sleeping against my chest. He's so cute. I really wish he wasn't taken. The things I would do to him.
I chuckled to myself still looking at the broken curly haired boy in my arms. I just wish I knew who hurt him. I really hope it wasn't his dad.
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You Don't Know Everything
Teen FictionSometimes you hide things to keep the ones you love safe, even when it's slowly killing you. Sam has many problems going through his head. He's never been the same since his older brother, Christopher, killed him self and his mother left. But his be...
