My Other Half (Avenged Sevenfold)

Untitled Part 10

Brian's house is beautiful. That is the only way to describe it. It's large. Every fucking room was bigger than the last one. I loved his fireplace in the living room. I wished like hell that I had one.

"You eye fucking my house?" I heard Brian ask behind me.

I jumped a little and spun around at him. He chuckled at me,taking my hand.

"Maybe." I grinned.

"I'm exhausted. Want to come up to my room?" He asked.

"Sure." I said nervously.

So Brian and I haven't done that yet. It just didn't feel like the right time I guess. At least for me it didn't. I don't just jump in the sack with anyone. On top of that, I may have some self esteem issues. I don't think I'm ugly. I just don't see myself as extraordinary either.

Brian led us to his bedroom which is about the size of my whole downstairs of my house. I grinned when I saw his room was decorated in black and white. Brian stripped to his boxers, and I down to my t-shirt and underwear. Brian moved his head to check out my underwear.

"Huh. I had no idea they have My Little Pony underwear for women." He smirked.

"I can find anything on the internet." I grinned, getting in his bed.

I've never laid on such a comfortable bed in all my life. I sighed happily as the lights went off. Brian laid his head on my chest and wrapped himself around me.

"Your bed is so comfortable." I said.

"Right? I love this bed." He said.

"Damn. I need one of these." I mumbled.

"Tatum?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah?" I asked, watching him lean up to look at me.

"Can I ask you something?" He sighed.

"Uh, sure." I said.

"I overheard you and Matt talking today." He started.

I moved to sit all the way up. Brian turned the light on, facing me as we sat.

"I shouldn't of listened, but I did. I'm sorry I did. But, what did you mean you understood what it was like to just have someone you love gone one day?" He asked.

"Oh." I whispered, my heart filling with pain.

"Um, I was with someone for about three years. He...he was killed in an accident. But, then I found out he wasn't who he said he was, which made the pain even worse." I said.

"Oh shit. Baby, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." Brian said.

"It's ok. I haven't talked about it much. Um, his name was Phoenix. He was decent to me. Not overly affectionate or anything. He said he worked in financial planning, like retirements, that kind of thing. But then when he died, I found out he had a different life. A life I wasn't a part of." I said painfully.

"What do you mean?" Brian asked me.

"Well, he uh, worked for the FBI. If that wasn't shocking enough, he was actually married. I didn't know any of this until his obituary came out." I said, a tear sliding down my face.

"Wait, are you serious?" He asked.

"Yeah. I hadn't heard from him in three days. I found it so strange that he didn't return my calls. I just happened to pick up a newspaper and there he was." I said, wiping my eyes.

"Oh god, I feel like such a fucking asshole!" Brian groaned.

"I should of been straight with you to begin with. I'm so fucking sorry I didn't tell you about what my job was. You have to believe me when I say I'm sorry." Brian pleaded with me.