Fallen Hope

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"I'm just trying to keep you safe. I don't want you to get hurt." He explained.

"Why do you care about me so damn much?" I hissed. I think I saw his heart shatter in his eyes.

"I'm sorry. But I just can't loose another... And I don't want to see you sad anymore." He apologized. I looked at him confused. "But we can't just leave."

He was looking down on the way to the door. I could tell that I hurt him. What does he mean by another? He completely changed his mood when we walked back in.

"Sorry, we couldn't find much room in the car for all of it." Brian lied.

"I saw your car in out front. It looks like a classic. What year is it?" Dad asked.

"I don't really know. It used to be my grandpa's." Brian answered.

The pizza soon got here and we all sat at the table to eat and just talk. They seemed to love Brian. Halfway through my phone began to buzz. It was Markus. I excused myself then got up and went into the other room to answer it.

"Hey, what's up?" I answered the phone.

"Where are you guys?" Markus asked.

"Brian decided to drag me to Monterey to see my dad and get a few more things." I responded.

"Oh, then go back to your family. Apologies." He then hung up. I walked back to the table and sat down.

"Who was that?" Max asked.

"It was just our friend asking where we were." I shrugged.

About an hour later we left. I sat in the passenger seat again. I could tell he doesn't want anyone driving the car other than him.

"What did you mean by another?" Finally got out.

"Nothing, I didn't mean to say that." He sighed.

"I told you so many things about me. Why can't you tell me about you?" I pointed out.

"Leave it alone Chris."

"No. It's obviously bothering you."

"I said just leave it the fuck alone."

He was gripping onto the steering wheel tight due to annoyance. He pulled into a gas station.

"Do you want to come in, or do you want anything?"

I shook my head no and he got out. My knee hit the glove box and it came open a little. I went to close it but I saw a picture of a younger version of Brian and boy. Out of nosyness I grabbed it. I turned it over and looked at the back.

There was words on it but in another language. I had no idea what

When I saw Brian come back out I quickly put it back. He got in and handed me a bottle of soda.

"Thanks." I whispered. I continued looking down as he drove off.

"I'm sorry that I keep loosing my shirt on you. It's just been a really stressful week." He apologized.

"It's fine. I've also been pressuring you a lot." I assured.

"When we get home I promise to tell you what's wrong. And if I don't, I give you permission to punch me." He said.

I nodded my head okay. When we got back home he took the picture out of the glove box and put it in his pocket. We then took the bags into my room.

"Go sit on the couch, I need to get something to better explain it." He insisted.

I sat on the couch. He went to his room and came back out with a shoe box. A piece of masking tape was on saying "Don't open unless you wish for death!" He sat next to me.

"Please, I've never talked about this with anyone in years. So it may take a while."

"Okay, take all the time you want."