I was strumming my guitar with Wyatt next to me. The guitar that Brandon gave me when I first stepped into the Fosters household. Even if my heart laid on Brandon, I need a family, not for just until I'm eighteen but for the rest of my life. I just had to fight my feelings, I couldn't be with Brandon, even if I felt truly happy in his presence and I did love him, so there I sat kissing Wyatt and playing a song on the guitar. I went back in where the celebration of Jude's adoption was taking place. As I said my good byes, I felt very uneasy all of a sudden, very nauseous and my heart felt like it was about to explode out of my chest. I decided to go upstairs to my bedroom for a nap but something just felt a little off, like something bad was happening. I couldn't take a nap so I just laid my head on the pillow and stared up at the wall, thinking. After I knew it, it was getting pretty late and I was getting worried where Brandon would be. I called him a few times but it went straight to voicemail. When I told Stef and Lena about what had happened about they didn't really think of it to be really that serious. "Probably he just decided to crash at his dad's tonight and his phone died, but if you want we can go to check up if anything's wrong. Almost immediately I got a blocked call. "I told your boyfriend he was going to pay." I started pacing around the room freaking out. I had to go check on Brandon. Stef and I then head for Mike's apartment and spot Brandon's car. We pull over and see a bruised young man on the ground with his hand slammed in the car door. When we walk closer to the person we recognize it's Brandon. I run to Brandon and see that he's unconscious, Stef quickly calls 911 and starts saying cuss words under her breath and cursing herself. I try to hold back the tears that form when I see Brandon's delicate face bruised and blood-stained.
I am ruining Brandon's life.
