Date: Sun, 24 Jul 2011 21:52:36 -0600 From: Andrew Lorenzetti Subject: Broken Tears 25 Broken Tears - Chapter 25 By Andy Lake You must be 18 or older to read this story. Stop if the idea of sexual intercourse between same sexed couples disgusts you, and if that's so, what the fuck are you doing here??? Thanks, Stephen, for editing and being available. All usual disclaimers apply. If you are not supposed to be reading this, then you shouldn't, but I know I can't stop you. *sigh* All the following characters are fictional, all made up by myself, thanks to my twisted, yet erotic, imagination. I'm the author, so obviously, I own the story and copyrights. It can only be spread with my permission or downloaded for personal pleasure. E-mail me at : andrewgay41@hotmail.com ------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Recap - Well, the last chapter was quite a sad one, wasn't it? Well, as you know, Tom died, along with Li's baby. Ty realized how fast life can vanish and gave Brandon the choice to be with him or let him go to England with John so he can forget him and all the pain he caused him. After a tearful and sad goodbye that Ty gave Tom, Brandon followed him to the garden where he was about to voice his decision, but they were interrupted by Dina and her notice of being pregnant. So that's what happened. Hope you enjoy this chapter. :D --------------------------------------------------------------------------- *********************** Never Let Me Go - Chapter 25 *********************** [ Ty's POV ] Right after Dina walked into the garden and dropped the news, my body felt numb.. Every last string of hope I had broke. There was no way in hell that Brandon would ever think about me now that he has a baby to take care of, and all that drama. So, here I am, two days after, not answering any of his calls. I read some of his messages where he apologizes and wants to talk to me, but even if he still wants me, I don't want to be a homewrecker, if you get my drift. As I think about all this, I stare out of the plane window. Looking at the clouds as we soar into the air. I felt so wrong. No matter how much I wanted to escape Brandon, there was a horrible feeling in my stomach. John was sitting right beside me, his hand wrapped around my shoulder tightly. He pulled me close and kissed my forehead. Don't get the wrong idea. We are just friends, but his touch feels so wrong. It only makes me think of how much I miss Brandon, his warm arms surrounding me, making me smile, relaxing my body, and draining my fears. "It'll be great. I promise." He said, not sounding convincing. I looked up at him, and he looked guilty and troubled. Something was wrong with him. "Is everything ok, John?" I asked looking up at him trying to sound as concerned as I could. "Yeah...Don't worry about me, ok?" He said putting my head against his shoulder. He kissed the top of my head once more and wrapped the blanket tightly around us. I snuggled against him for comfort, but even with the blanket, I felt cold...Sooo Cold. I closed my eyes as he sang the same lullaby he sang last time he comforted me. He rubbed my shoulders, and I started to fall asleep slowly. "I love you." Brandon said holding my hands. He kissed each one and hugged me to him. "But...Why do you make it so hard for us to be together?" I asked looking heartbroken. "I'm confused...But I know I love you. I'm sure of that. Not a doubt in my mind." He said grabbing me and pulling me to his strong and bulky body. He raised my head, and his lips pressed against mine. His lips melted on mine, shaping perfectly around mine and making my whole body tingle, his hands wrapped tightly against my waist as his tongue probed to part my lips open. I let out an anxious moan, and he growled with sexual energy into my mouth. His holding became possessive as he kissed me harder. "Never let me go, Brandon. I'm not sure I can do this all by myself...Please never let me go." I said with my hands against his pecs as I looked up at him. "Say you love me" He said as he lifted me up in his hands, my legs wrapped around his waist. He pushed my body against the wall, and his tongue traveled to my neck. "I love you." I moaned in sexual ecstasy. "Say it again...Louder." He growled into my neck. "I LOVE YOU!" I screamed between moans as he licked around my neck. Suddenly, we were completely naked, and his cock was teasing my puckered pink hole. He licked his lips, and his face and body changed. I knew who the guy was, but, at the same time, I didn't. It was odd. "I said I'd come back before I killed you." He said with a horrible grin. It was my rapist...His cock teased my asshole, and I tried to struggle out of his grasp. I felt so helpless as his cock tried to push into me, tears ran down my face. "Please leave me alone." I sobbed and tried to push him away from my body, but he just wouldn't give up. He kept trying to lower me on his dick. I couldn't see his face. It was completely dark. I felt his tongue on my cheek as he licked upward, and my whole body shook with pure fear. "I love you...This is the only way I can have you." He said. I felt the warmness of his tears on my cheek. My heart dropped, and I actually felt sad for him. Still, I struggled out of his grasp and pushed him off. He fell on his backside but stood up in a flash. He pinned me against the wall, his hand closed around my neck, and he started to choke me. I couldn't see who he was, but I saw silver tears in his eyes. I wanted to tell him that it would be ok, that I wouldn't hate him if he let me go, but I couldn't speak. I tried to, but words wouldn't come out. My breathing started to stop, and I freaked out. "AHHHH" I screamed as my eyes shot open, and some people looked over their shoulders at me. I was sitting up now but was laying on John's shoulder before I woke up. "Ty...Are you ok??" He asked really concerned. "Yeah...Had a nightmare." I said composing myself, and I felt the tears soaking my cheeks. I must have cried in my sleep. I reached over and grabbed a napkin I had in my shoulder bag, which laid under my seat, and wiped my face. I laid my head on the small window and felt John's hand on my shoulder. I shuddered and cringed, and he frowned. "Something wrong?" He asked tenderly. "I'm sorry...I just want to be alone right now, and I can't. So, please don't touch me...I'm sorry." I said sadly. He nodded, not content, but he nodded. I looked over at the clouds that we passed by. God, I'm so fucked up, I thought, as I sighed to myself. I closed my eyes, not daring to sleep though, afraid of the nightmare. Li, my dad, and Jeremy gave me a sad goodbye today when I decided to come to England. I promised to be back after summer break, be back with a smile on my face, be back and my heart won't flutter or tingle at Brandon's name, be back and be able to look at him and Dina happy with their baby and smile at their love and happiness. My mind drifted to all the guys in my life. Jeff, a douche, but God how I fell for him, Tom, my dead beauty, so handsome and perfect, but I couldn't seem to fall as deeply as I wanted. And Brandon, the bad boi that owned my heart. Strangely an image of Trevor crossed my mind. Trevor is really hot and attractive, and we did have chemistry. Maybe if Cale and him don't work out when I come back, I'd try it with him...As long as Cale is completely ok with it, but by the looks on their faces, I pretty much know they will join Jeremy and Li in the happy couple club, along with Dina and Brandon. After a couple more hours of restlesness and blasting my ears with music, the plane started to land. There was the slight turbulence as we landed and the claps that announced a safe landing. I stood up and wrapped the messenger bag around my shoulder. I gave John a nod, and he smiled. We stood up, grabbed our bags from the upper compartments, and walked off of the plane and into the airport. That smell, the smell I grew up with, the smell of England filled my nostrils. Maybe it won't be so bad...Maybe I can heal myself. [ Brandon's POV ] I slammed the glass flower pot into my door, and the sound of it shattering filled the room. I saw the shards fall down at the entrance of my door, and I felt the rage, the self hate, the remorse build up inside of me. I screamed, and a few tears ran down my red eyes. I heard a soft knock on my door. "Brandon...Honey...You've been like this all week." My mother said opening the door slightly. She gasped at the glass and took a large step to avoid it, her soft wavy brown hair covering her pleasant looking face. "Mom...Please, can I be alone?" I asked fully knowing that loneliness was the least coveted thing by my heart. "Honey...Talk to me. You changed since a couple years ago when your friend, Ty...That was his name, right? Well, when he left, you were so sad, and you started working out like a mad man...Then it all became even worse, honey, and I don't know why...Please talk to me cause this is killing me, too." She said openly sobbing. I walked to her and hugged her. She sobbed on my chest and held on tight. "Mom...I'll be ok..." I said stroking her back. "But I feel so useless, honey...How can I help?" She said stepping back looking determined. "Maybe if you help me understand..." I said looking at her hopeful. "Anything honey...I'm listening." She sat on my bed and motioned me to sit by her. "Mom...I am bisexual or gay...I'm not sure." I said looking up at her. She stared at me in shock, her hand covering her mouth. "B-b-but that girl Dina..." My mom said stuttering "Isn't she your girlfriend?" She asked gulping. "Yeah, it's called cover, Ma. I'm in love with Tyler." I said strongly. She looked at me, and her eyes softened. "So, he's why you are all depressed?" She said holding my hands. "Yes, Mom. I hurt him bad, real bad." I said looking away. "Baby, I think I understand the fact that you are bisexual...or gay, but well, I still need time to adjust. I won't judge you. I am your mother. Now tell me how did you ruin it?" She said looking interested like she was about to watch a movie. So I went on and on about how things happened, how I used to bully him and then fell deeply in love but couldn't accept those feelings, and I told her how I chose Dina over Ty and how he took the blame about what we did. Then I told her about Ty running away for the second time! IT'S ALL HE FUCKING DOES, RUNNING THE FUCK AWAY!! IF HE COMES BACK IMMA FRICKING KILL HIM FOR LEAVING ME LIKE THIS, AGAIN. "Honey...You screwed up, royally, and you really really love this boy?" She asked nodding with each really. "Yes, Mom, I love him. He's all I think about, and I was about to tell him...But Dina...Mom, Dina is pregnant." I said the words, and her eyes shot wide open. "GOD! WHY DIDN'T YOU USE PROTECTION?! ARE YOU STUPID OR WHAT?! WE HAD THE TALK!" She went berserk. I kinda expected that reaction about my being gay. She looked frantic as she stood up and waved her hands in the air, and then she brushed her hair back. "Mom, they don't always work...I'm sorry, but what's done is done." I said standing up and rubbing her arms up and down trying to sooth her. "I know, baby. I'm sorry. It's just too much to take. God, that boy must have been heartbroken." She said with a sad look on her face. "I don't know, Mom. He left saying congratulations." I said bitterly. "What did you expect?! For him to stay with you and destroy your relationship with Dina...and now the baby?" She asked, clearly taking Ty's side. "I know, but if he loves me, he should've fought for us." I said pissed. "And what has he been doing all this time, Brandon? Taking the blame, telling you how he feels, waiting for you to decide whether you love him enough to be with him! From the looks of it, he has fought for you more than enough while you wait and watch him suffer. That's not nice, Brandon. You are hurting him by making this fight his when it should be both of yours." She said with an empathetic look on her face. "I think so." I said as guilt washed over me. Ty...God, what did I do to you? Did I hurt you that bad? I felt the pain in my heart, like if someone is trying to pull it out, literal pain making me cringe. My throat got dry, and my legs felt weak. "Baby, think about it." She said kissing my cheek as I sat on the bed. She left the room and left me sitting there in my bed. My mind flowing through time and thinking about Ty, his smile, which I started to see less and less of as time went by. I was hurting him so bad. God, I'm an asshole, and now he is gone with John...That fucking bastard. John. JOHN! JOHN!!! FUCK!! JOHN! I can't believe it!! JOHN!!!! My eyes shot wide, and I stood up swiftly feeling slightly dizzy. No fucking time to lose. [ Ty's POV ] The cab parked in front of my old house. Flashes of memories danced in my mind, reasing me to remember. There was a swing in my backyard. I still remember my mom pushing me on the swing with that beautiful infectious smile on her face, and she ruffled my hair telling me how cute I was. I stepped out of the cab and kissed John's cheek with promises to call him later, and he nodded and smiled at me. I walked upward and opened the door sized gate, took a step inside the stone path, and closed the gate. I walked to the door, took out my key, and slid it in the lock and opened the door. The smell of my house penetrated my nostrils, and I looked around with my eyes closed as I took in the smell. I opened them, and it all looked as clean and perfect as I remembered. I walked into the living room, and the beautiful, shiny, wooden floor looked perfectly polished. I looked to the corner, and near a window was the grand piano. I walked to it and lifted the wooden lid of the majestic grand piano. My fingers grazed the keyboard, giving me a near orgasmic thrill. I pressed one key, and the sweet sound invaded the room. It was perfectly pitched and toned. I played the notes to a new song I was writing and smiled to myself at the sweet sound. I stood up and closed the lid of the piano, walked back into the living room, and looked over at the spiral metallic staircase. I walked upwards and into the upper level of my house. I walked down the hall, passing different doors on the sides. I stopped at one, but it wasn't my room. I opened the white door, and the sun lit room came into view. My mom's smell impregnated the whole place, making me feel at home. I stepped inside, and the white woven sheets on the bed made it look so comfortable and beautiful. I took a couple more breaths before walking out with a lump in my throat. I walked deeper down the hall, and on the final door there was a sign in beautiful cursive that read "Ty's Room". I smiled, traced the letters with my fingers, and my hand wrapped around the golden shiny doorknob and turned it. I opened the door to my favorite smell, tree bark. It was a special scent that my room seemed to have due to the huge tree outside the window. I walked inside and smiled at memories of me jumping up and down, jerking off, and even about singing in the shower. I slid my bags under my bed, pulled my bed sheets down to take a nap, and my heart stopped. There under the covers was a letter. It was red paper with black letters, and the lump in my throat became more constricting. I lifted the note and read: "Hey, Love. I told you before I killed you I would visit you a last time to take what I own...Well, here I am to make sure I don't break my promise. I don't wanna be a bad man with an untruthful word. Baby, I told you I'll go get you, but you decided to come to me. It's just as good. I love you." A teardrop fell on the paper, and the black ink melted with my tear. I heard a door close, and I turned around. There standing right in front of me was John. He walked sadly to me, and I looked downward. "I'm sorry." He said walking closer, I bit my lip and nodded. "I'm really really sorry." He said crying himself. I just nodded again and hugged myself. His hand had a cloth in it, probably with chloroform. He covered my nose and mouth with it, and I struggled a bit, but I knew it was only a matter of time, so I inhaled. I felt my eyes close slowly as I looked up at John who dropped to his knees with me in his arms, hugging me to his chest and kissing my cheek. [ Brandon's POV ] I ran through the airport with my little rucksack and ticket in hand. I ran to the gate in time for the flight. "Sir, your ticket please." The man said waiting by the gate. I handed it to him and blasted through the door. I sat on the plane and looked out the window. I was fidgeting badly. I wanted the plane to start moving right then, but it still had a couple more people boarding. After what felt like hours, but was actually a couple minutes, the flight attendant gave the flight instructions, and with that perpetual smile, she gave all the precaution instructions. I looked nervous as I looked out the window. We were finally moving. Shit, I have to get to Ty on time! It's all my fucking fault! If I had told him I loved him no matter what he would've stayed, and it's also my fault for not noticing before that John's tattoo was the one of the rapist, the tattoo he had on his arm! That was it!! John was the fucking rapist, and I didn't even notice. It all seemed so unlikely since he lives in England, but I know that tattoo, and it was the same one the rapist had! The rapist also had a similar muscular build like John. My heart was pounding in my chest a hundred miles per hour, and we had already taken flight. It had been an hour into the flight, and I started trying to figure out the puzzle and put it all together. Why would John do all this. He seems to really care alot about Ty. It simply didn't make sense at all! It didn't fit...I was so confused and scratched my head in frustration. The flight was taking so long! God knows where Ty could be right now if I'm right. I took out my laptop and started to search through my e-mail. There I found it. I had called Mark, Ty's brother, for Ty's England address. I copied it in my hand with a pencil, and then an e-mailed popped onto the screen. The email was from Dina, and it said URGENT! Curious, thinking it may be about the baby, I opened it. Your mom came by today. She told me you went after Ty. I don't like it, Brandon, but I understand. I understand that you don't love me, that you love Ty, and that he is more important to you than me. Please forgive me, Brandon for being so irrational. There is no baby. I made it up...I just didn't want to lose you. I wanted you to stay with me, and that day at the garden, the way you looked at Ty...You never look at me that way. Your mom talked sense into me, Brandon...Good Luck. Go get him, big boy. Relief washed over me, and I knew I wasn't ready for a baby. I re-read the e-mail, feeling my heart relax a little. I swallowed and hit reply. I only wrote "thanks for understanding" and sent it. I closed my laptop and placed it back in the rucksack. I rested my head against the head rest and waited anxiously looking out the window. Ty please hold on. I'm almost there, baby. I said to myself counting the hours. Six hours later, the plane had finally landed. I know I'm probably too late, but I wont let it kill my hopes. I ran fast down the airport and into the England cold air. And guess what? It was raining. Yeah, a fucking bad omen when it came to Ty. I ran to the nearest cab, got in, and said the address really anxious. The driver looked at me and smiled with determination like if he was Godsent. He drove hard and fast, and I smiled at him. It was odd, though, watching him drive, what seems to me, on the wrong side. I kept playing with my hands as he parked, and I paid him. I'm not sure how. I just gave him money. He smiled at me, and I told him to wait a sec just in case. I ran to Ty's house. The gate was open, and I walked inside. It looked beautiful, but I didn't even take time to contemplate. Ty?? In his room!! I said to myself. I saw a metallic spiral staircase, and I ran to it and got to the next level. I walked down the hall and saw the door at the very end of the hallway slightly opened. I ran to it as fast as I could and opened the door, ready for anything, but there was no one inside. I looked around and saw a light under the bed. It was already dark outside, very dark, about midnight, if not later. I walked and saw that there was a phone under the bed. I took it out, and it was Ty's phone!! I look at the screen, and it said "RECORDING"! It had almost nine hours of recording. That meant Ty left the phone recording, so he must have been taken. I closed and saved the recording and pressed play. "I'm sorry, Ty, very, very, sorry." John's teary voice said from the phone. SORRY MY FUCKING ASS! I heard a muffled grunt and someone drop to the ground. "For God's sake, stop fucking crying!" A familiar voice said from the recording. "I just don't know if we should go through with it anymore." John said unsure. "I don't care what you feel. We already started it, and we better finish it. Now carry him to the fucking car." The other familiar voice spoke. "Where are we gonna take him?" John asked, and I heard a rustling sound. I think he was standing up. "To the abandoned boat barn." He said. I could tell by the fucker's voice that he had a smirk on his face. I heard some footsteps through the phone and then the door creak open. In the faintest voice, I could barely hear: "Brandon" Ty's weak voice said. My heart broke in pieces right there. He was asking for me while he was in danger...My baby. I wiped the tears off my face, and then I listened close. There were footsteps and a very distant slam. I closed the phone and ran down to the cab. "Hi, sir. Anyplace you need to go?" He asked politely. "You know the abandoned boat barn?" I asked looking away so he wouldn't see my teary eyes. "Yeah. I used to play there when I was a kid. I don't know if it's safe to go this late, but I'll take ya." He said smiling at me. I managed to smile back. His heavy british accent made me smile. The night lights shone as he drove, and He stopped abruptly and looked over at me. "What's going on?" I asked looking at him questioningly. "Sorry, dude. This is as far as I go. There are no lights here, and it's too dark to drive. It's not more than eight blocks away. Good luck, mate." He said as he bowed at me. I nodded, stepped into the wild rain, and started to run. <<<<< 1 hour earlier <<<<< [ Ty's POV ] I woke up in what looked like a barn. I was on a wooden floor, and I could see through the cracks of the wood that there was TONS of hay under me. I looked upward, and there was a big boat attached to the ceiling in the center of the room. It was held in place by a thick wire that was tied to a hook by the big door of the barn. I looked around, and I was on a mattress. I didn't feel sore anywhere, so I probably wasn't abused. I stood up on the bed and looked around. "Someone here?" I asked, and the light was turned on. "You woke up already, baby?" I heard a voice that I never expected to hear, EVER. It was Kyle. The guy I helped from the "rapist". "Kyle?" I asked standing up looking up at him with scornful eyes. "Still remember my voice? I'm flattered, baby." He kissed my cheek. "Kyle...What are you doing...I helped you." I said pleadingly as he sat on a nearby chair. "You didn't help me. It was my plan, love. The rapist never touched me because I controlled him." He said laughing. I felt my gut twist as I looked at him with pure hatred. "How could you do that to me?!" I screamed sitting up. I wasn't chained or anything, just laying on the matress. I stood up, and he pulled out a gun and aimed at me. "Sit!" He said with angry eyes. I sat back on the bed with fear. "I don't understand...Why?" I asked looking up at him. "Where's John?" I asked again. "Well, baby...I told you I wanted you, but you didn't even like me back. And well, I already had my eye on you even before you went to our school. John, you see, is my cousin. Isn't that neat? Well, he sent me pictures of you a couple years ago saying he had a crush on you, and God, I wanked to those pics every single day. Then, well, when he told me you were coming to live in Canada, I was so happy!!" He said applauding. He looked twisted. "Did you hurt John?" I asked concerned. "No...In fact, he is right here...JOHN!" He screamed, and John climbed up a ladder to the upper level where we were. I sighed in relief. "John...Why?" I asked looking at him with pleading eyes. He looked away biting his lip. "Well, my cousin, John, is feeling bad because...well..." He said smiling evily at John. "DONT TELL HIM! HE DOESN'T NEED TO KNOW." John said afraid. "You see, John raped you...I know, right? What a disgusting human being, but I won't give him all the credit for what he did. You see, when you went to live in Canada, he was crushed. So, after a little convincing, I told him to come visit you, and we would throw you a surprise party. When he was here, he was easy to manipulate. I convinced him that if you were sexually abused, and he appeared to comfort you, you would fall in love with him." He said with a silly pout in his mouth. "That's why you were looking haunted...Sad, the guilty looks." I said putting the pieces together. "Yeah, well he is too emotional. You see, after I voiced my plan, he was skeptical, so I had to give him a little pill to make him slightly more open to ideas. He lost most inhibitions, and well, the plan was he would dress up as a football player with a jersey just in case so there wouldn't be any suspicions. Well, after we got you to the closet room, and he raped you, Brandon came in. That pissy asshole. He punched John but John got away. The plan was John would use you, and then it would be my turn, and then we would take you for ourselves, baby, but after the pill's effect passed, John felt so bad." He said with a boo hoo at the end, and John looked downward. "But why did you help him kidnap me?" I asked John. "John is stupid. He is a puppet. It was all me. You see, just in case, to rule out suspicions, I decided to mount the story that the same guy raped me...But, the bruise you saw on my face the day you left was real. You see, John here got so mad and blamed what he did to you on me and punched the religion out of me and returned to England. Well, after that, at the wedding at the lake house, I heard Brandon fuck you...I almost killed him for touching what's mine that night." He said looking pissed. "Bu-" "Let me finish...Well, then while you two fucked I planted the note in your room. Yeah, a rapist note. Then I waited till you came out so that you could see me walk sadly and the note slip out, and well, knowing you, you would probably want to help, but it went better. As soon as you mentioned England, I decided to track John here. He almost had a heart attack. It took some time, but I sent him back to Canada to deliver my notes and stuff. He was living there for a couple months, and he came back to me and told me what you were up to and then I sent him back so he could bring you over. Tom's death worked in our favor. Sadly, though, I didnt have a thing to do with it." He said frowning. "You are a sick, sick asshole" I screamed at Kyle, and he smiled at me. "Well, baby, just listen. John obeyed me. I told him if he didn't help, I would tell you the truth about the rape, and he obeyed my every order. And having custody of his little brother helps as well, and now you are here. Isn't that a romantic story?" He said dreamy eyed. I looked over at John who sobbed on his hand lightly. "I can't believe it! Why would you do that?!" I screamed at him. "Because I love you." He said walking to me. He pushed the gun under my chin and tried to kiss me. His lips made me want to vomit. "W-w-what do you want?" I asked looking depressed. "Amuse me, baby." He said with a childish glint in his eyes. "What?" I asked confused. "Amuse me that way you'll live slightly longer." He said smiling at me. "What?" I asked still confused. "Hmm...Sing for me!!" He said clapping. "No...You are sick." I said looking away. I heard the gun cock. "I'll kill you then." He threatened angrily. "Do it. I don't fucking care." I said obviously bluffing. He went through so much to get me I know he won't kill me like that. "Well then" He aimed at John, who froze. "Dont listen to him, Ty...I deserve it." John said sobbing. "O-o-k. Just don't hurt him." I said gulping, and he applauded. "Yay! What are you gonna sing? No, don't tell me!! Just sing it!!" He said with glee, the fucking sick freak. I scanned my mind for a song that could make me forget all this, help me relax, and maybe gain time. I have this feeling that Brandon will come for me. I know it. That's why I left my phone recording. The rain thumped on the ceiling of the barn. "I need water" I said, and he nodded and gave me a glass. He smiled and kissed my cheek making me shiver. "Sing" He said again. The fucking rain thumping on the ceiling. I thought of the perfect song for this asshole. * Skyscraper - Demi Lovato * Skies are crying I am watching Catching teardrops in my hands Only silence as it's ending, like we never had a chance Do you have to, make me feel like there is nothing left of me? [Chorus] You can take everything I have You can break everything I am Like I'm made of glass Like I'm made of paper Go on and try to tear me down I will be rising from the ground Like a skyscraper! Like a skyscraper! As the smoke clears I awaken, and untangle you from me Would it make you, feel better to watch me while I bleed? All my windows, still are broken But I'm standing on my feet [Chorus] You can take everything I have You can break everything I am Like I'm made of glass Like I'm made of paper Go on and try to tear me down I will be rising from the ground Like a skyscraper! Like a skyscraper! [Bridge] Go run, run, run I'm gonna stay right here Watch you disappear, yeah Go run, run, run Yeah it's a long way down But I am closer to the clouds up here You can take everything I have You can break everything I am Like I'm made of glass Like I'm made of paper, Oh Go on and try to tear me down I will be rising from the ground Like a skyscraper! Like a skyscraper! Like a skyscraper! Like a skyscraper! * Skyscraper - Demi Lovato * As soon as the song ended, the lights came back on, and there wasn't only one person in the audience, there were tons, but they were a special group. There in the audience stood everyone who ever hurt me, Who ever made me fall down. Dina, Caleb, Jeff, Mark, Jerry, Drew, John, and Kyle, and right in the middle was Brandon. He was looking at me with this heartbreaking look as if begging for my forgiveness. The lights went off. I woke up and heard some coughing. I was laying there fainted, and Kyle's body had collapsed to the side, but he didnt touch me. That's when I noticed John had a boat prow in his hand. He knocked out Kyle before he touched me. And the feeling in my head must have been that Kyle, while falling down, hit my head with his gun. I looked up at John with a thank you in my eyes. "Thanks for the distraction. Let's get the fuck out." He said hurriedly to me. I nodded and stood up. We were about to climb the ladder when there was a shot. John fell to the floor. He got shot, but he was alive on the floor. I looked down, and in the cracks of the wooden floor I saw the piles of hay under us. "Sorry, baby...I think I'll make love to your corpse then." The sick bastard said with a hint of a smile. The wood seemed old so when he pulled the trigger, I jumped and put all my weight on the wood floor. It cracked, and I fell to the pile of hay. I jumped and struggled out of it, and the door was a couple feet away. I took my run, but I felt a need to save John, somehow. Kyle was already down the ladder, his gun aimed at me. I took a few steps left from the door, and then an idea hit me. "Shoot me then, you moron, or I'll get Brandon to fuck me in front of you." I said. His eyes went red in anger, and he cocked the gun. "I hate that it has to be like this." He said as he applied pressure to the trigger. He pulled it, and I ducked. The bullet hit the hook right behind me. The metal hook held the thick rope that held the boat in the ceiling. The boat collapsed just as Kyle looked up at it. The boat crushed him to the ground. That was my plan, but seeing it in action made me cover my mouth with my hand in horror. I ran to his body,and his hand was only visible. I kicked the gun away just in case and rushed up the ladder to the upper level to John. "John...Are you alright?" I asked kneeling before him. The wound was in his stomach, and he was losing so much blood. "Look at me." He said roughly. I looked into his eyes. "I'm sorry." He said with a cough. "You are going to make it, John. Don't give up on me. Okay? You made a mistake. You'll be alright. You have to apologize to me and take me for ice cream, ok?" I said in tears, and he smiled at me as a tear escaped his left eyes. "Look at me." He said as I tended his wound. My eyes met his again. "What?" I said looking into his eyes. "I just wanted to die...Looking into those eyes. It's a nice sight to take with me." He said smiling, and I felt my heart warm. "John, stop talking nonsense." I said looking at him, and my hand gently brushed his face. He smiled at me. "Find my little bro. He is in your house's basement. Kyle has the key...I love you." He said, and his eyes rolled back. I sobbed and grabbed his shirt, the heavy rain pounding on the ceiling, making that horrible sound. "It's always you!" I screamed at the rain. You're always fucking up my life, fucking rain. I was about to scream when I heard a noise. I went into fight mode thinking Kyle woke up. I grabbed Johns prow and climbed down the ladder. The door opened, and a completly soaked Brandon walked in. I looked at him wide eyed. The prow in my hands fell down and hit the floor. Like in slow motion, he ran to me, his wet shirt marking every curve on his muscular body perfectly, making him look as hot as I could ever remember. His hands grabbed the sides of my face, and he was speaking with tears in his eyes that were mixing with the droplets of rain running down from his hair. I couldn't hear what he was saying. He just stared at me, pulled my face to his, and he kissed me hard. His lips melted into mine, making that connection. My body ignited, my lips were on fire, and my body enhanced the feeling. His wet, but oddly warm, arms wrapped around my waist and left my face. He kissed me with so much need and desperation. His tongue opened my mouth, and he battled my own tongue. My ears and my sight focused again, and I started to hear it all clear. "You scared me so much, love. I love you. Ok? You hear me? I LOVE YOU! Just you, baby. There's no baby, no Dina, just you and me." He said between kisses. "I love you, too." I said wrapping my arms around his neck. His warm embrace made me feel on another planet where everything was perfect, where my life was as perfect as it gets. His lips on mine made me shiver. His touch burned my skin and made me aware of his love for me. I kissed those lucious lips of his with the same hunger and the same love we both felt. I whimpered as we started to separate. "I love you." I said as his nose played with mine. "I love you, too." He said kissing my lips. "Why does the rain always bring me bad luck?" I said sadly. He wrapped his arms around me looking at me straight in the eyes. "No, baby...The rain is just an event." The morning sun shined on our bodies as we looked into each others eyes. His eyes were glossy with emotion. "But its always bad." I said hearing the thumps of the rain. He grabbed my hand, and we stepped out in the rain, he kissed me with one of his hands on my back. The other keeping my face planted on his. "It's raining, and I'm here with you. The rain brought you bad luck you say? Well, it's raining, and I came to get you and to tell you how much I love you...Is that bad luck?" He asked passionately. As he rested his forehead on mine the raindrops fell on us, and I smiled...In the rain. Something I never thought possible. "I love you." I said smiling like a silly little boy. "Now when it rains you smile. Ok? Because my arms will hold you through every storm." He said smiling at me with his beautiful smile. "Ok" I said nodding. "Ok..." "I love you." We both said at the same time. We kissed once more, the feeling of our lips together was as sweet as Christmas candy. His lips quivered with lust and love on mine. That kiss was perfect. I felt the fireworks going crazy with Brandon's arms around me...I was on top of my skyscraper. ============================================================================= HEY GUYS, HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER. IT WAS MY PERSONAL FAVORITE, AND IM SO PROUD OF IT. HOPE YOU LIKE IT, AND SEND ME LOTS OF FEEDBACK :D AND THANKS TO STEPHEN FOR EDITING. HE IS THE MOST AWESOME OF AWESOME'S :D Next Chapter will be up sooon!! Hope you really enjoyed this story, and as you may have noticed, it has kind of a personal meaning. I hope it got to you. :D Thanks for reading, and I hope you like my story so far. If you haven't read my other story on nifty, it's called Aphrodite's Curse. It's quite recent, so you should look it up. It must be in the first 50 stories. Thank you again, and please e-mail me at andrewgay41@hotmail.com if you like my story. Writers love feedback, and don't be too shy to ask anything personal. Please specify which story you are commenting about. Thanks, Stephen, for editing. You are AWESOME!! HOPE YOU LIKED THIS CHAPTER. STICK AROUND CAUSE THINGS ARE ABOUT TO GET STEAMY!! About the author! Well hi! It's me, Andy. I'm the author of this story, and I hope you are liking it so far. In most e-mails you seem to want to know stuff about me, like my age, hobbies, etc. Well, I'm 18 years old, I enjoy writing, as you can imagine, I love writing poems and songs, and well, express myself through words. I want to be a Doctor, my favorite color is blue, I looooove ice cream, my favorite movie is Easy A, and my favorite t.v. show is Friends!! :D I love Chandler, and well, I kind of have his sense of humor and that sarcastic edge to it. :D Well, that is me, and if you have anymore questions, don't hesitate to e-mail me! XOXO Andy