The Soldier's Sons (BoyxBoy)

Remebering the Past

The beginning will be a recount of the encounter in Brandon's view and the go to Mason's.

Brandon's POV
He stops when he sees my boys next to me. He then proceeds to ask, "Hel-l-0 Br-andon do ne-ed help?" His nervousness showing through the shakiness of his voice.

I shake my head yes, and then introduce him to my boys, "Thanks so much, that is Mark right there and next to him is Thomas. Little Ryder is right here". I say while pointing to my chest.

He grabs a the bags from my hands, and we slowly make our way up the stairs. I see him intently looking at the boys. When we finally make it to our floor I have to ask, "Is there a reason your staring at my sons?". He almost jumps right out of his skin, and I can hear his breathing speed up as he rushes to say something.

"No-th-ing, no-thing ba-d". He slows down and says mostly without stuttering, "I'm a kinderg-arten tea-cher. I was just won-der-ing if they hav-e started pre-paring for sc-hool this yea-r?" I just stare blankly ahead in Mason's direction, how could I have not signed them up for school? How can I keep letting them down? I have to try to be better. Who am I kidding I'll never be enough. But I will certainly have to try. Okay, school is a few weeks away so I can still register them... I suddenly hear a large crash as Mason slams his own apartment door.

I do not know what I did to elicit that reaction.... I think about it later, time to put these groceries away.
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Mason's POV
   I look at the clock in my classroom to see that it is almost half past one, and decide to take a break from setting up decorations for the first day of school.

    As I leave the classroom, One of the other teachers gives a general call down the hallway.
He asks, "If anyone wants to go to lunch?".

   I grab my bag and increase my pace in order to avoid that invitation. Hanging out with multiple people, when I can barely get a sentence out or not flinch when someone touches me, sounds like a terrible idea. I decide just to return to my apartment building for lunch, since I am basically done with my work for today anyway.

   I hop into my car, and take a nice brief drive back to the apartment building. I sigh in relief once I walk into the lobby. But... that is when I make eye contact with the handsome neighbor. God what do I do, he looks to be having a hard time. I could just slowly back away and pretend nothing happened. I then catch a glimpse of two little heads right next to Brandon, and I slowly make my way over. My curiosity and connection that I instantly feel with these children, outweighs my general fear of huge men and of Brandon himself.

   I then proceed to ask, "Hel-l-0 Br-andon do ne-ed help?" I hope my nervousness does not show through the shakiness of my voice. However, Brandon's facial expression tells me it does. He hesitates for a moment, as if he has to overcome his pride, but then shakes his head to indicate he wants help. While he is handing over a few grocery bags for me to carry. I catch a glimpse of his children, that is when he introduces them to me.

He states "That is Mark right there and next to him is Thomas. Little Ryder is right here," as he points to each child individually. Oh my god they are so cute, but one of the twins, I think Mark looks vaguely upset. His little eyes are red-rimmed and his nose is a little clogged.

As I think to myself about the children, we each make our way up the stairs, me and the boys much easier that Brandon's questionable hopping. I wonder if Brandon is hurting these boys, are they going to go to school. Stop thinking like this Mason, don't project your own problems. Despite this reassurance to myself, I keep quickly glancing at the boys to make sure they are alright.

He must have noticed this my small glances because he sternly asks, "Is there a reason your staring at my sons?". His voice instantly reminds me of my father's, but I pull myself out of this flashback in order to reply to his question. Uh what can I say, oh ask about school that is a good distraction.

"No-th-ing, no-thing ba-d". I slow down my speech to avoid constant stuttering and then say, "I'm a kinderg-arten tea-cher. I was just won-der-ing if they hav-e started pre-paring for sc-hool this yea-r?" At the time this seemed like a good tangent, however he just stares at me with a hard glint in his eye. Oh god, I have to leave, I have to leave. I slowly drop his groceries by his door, and run into my apartment slamming the door behind me.

   The look in Brandon's eyes left me with a nauseous feeling in my stomach. I'll just skip lunch and take a quick nap. Afterwards, I'll probably feel a lot better.

   I make my way to my bedroom, and lay down with my softest blanket. But as I fall to sleep I can't help but remember that hard glint in Brandon's and my father's eyes.

*flashback/nightmare* Mason is 12

   The clunking footsteps up to my room radiate. I know my dad is drunk on his way to my bedroom. Things have never been the same since my mom died, I try to pretend I'm asleep, but this never has stopped him before.

He slowly opens the door, and makes his way over to my bed. I can feel his hot breath on my neck and see that hard glint in his eyes.

He whispers into my ear, "Guess what freak?". My breathing speeds up and I answer because not answering will make everything worse, "What sir?".

He answers the most dreaded response, "I'm horny, and your mother isn't here anymore, guess who that leaves to solve this problem?". At that point he pushes his erection into my back, and I know that everything is going to drastically get worse. He rips off my pants and underwear, and lines up his erection with my butt and pushes in with no preparation. I scream as loudly as I can, kicking my legs in a futile effort to get my father off of me. However, he just continues on, and my mind slowly floats off into space trying to avoid the scene that is happening right now. He grunts, and that's when I know he is finished. He pulls himself out of me and just walks out of my room. His semen and blood are dripping out of me, as I rush to get into the shower to untainted myself.

*flashback/nightmare ends*

I wake up with a gasp, and frantically look around my room. My hyperventilating slows down when I realize where I am. From now on, I will avoid Brandon, not if this is what is causes.