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FIND SOMEWHERE FOR THIS.
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"brian.. what're you doing?" i asked, confused, worried.
"mikey.. i love you. but i can't do this anymore. not without justin."
"brian.. you always have me.. please." i begged
he held the gun to his head, his face was like a ghost. his eyes were glazed over with tears, and his expression; like a lost, confused child.
the gun clicked.
his fingers tightened.
trigger finger, condensed.
the bullet rushed through the tunnel.
the bang was loud enough to deafen anyone within a short distance.
i was deaf.
brian was on the floor, with a look of belonging in his eyes. the confusion was gone. i picked up the gun.
it clicked.
my fingers tightened.
trigger finger, condensed.
the bullet rushed through the tunnel.
the bang was loud enough to deafen anyone within a short distance.
but we were alone.
i jolted up in bed. breath entering my body with a quick gasp. tears streaming down my face. ben rolled over.
"michael..? what's wrong?" his arm wrapped around me.
"i had a horrible dream.. i can't even explain my feelings at the moment.." i tried to say quietly through sobs.
"what happened?" ben asked, worried.
my face changed suddenly. i can't tell him. i can't tell him that i would kill myself if anything happened to brian. i can't tell him that i would sacrifice him, our family, for one person.
"i don't really remember. it was.. my mom.. she got in an accident... i just need to go for a drive. i'll be back in a while, okay?" i said, slowly.
"michael.. it's 3am. just go back to sleep, it'll be okay. you'll always have me.. please?" his words rang through my head and i saw myself begging brian in my dream. well, nightmare.
"i have to go. you can't possibly understand. i'll be back" i said frantically, as i threw the covers over me and stumbled out of bed.
the cold, dry air stunned me into an awakened state as i made my way to the car. brian had always snuck into my room when things went horribly at home with his "father". this was my time. i needed to see him. alive.
i knocked. unsteady.
he walked. go steady.
my heart raced. so fast.
he quickened his pace. he ran.
"mikey? what's going on? it's 3am. i thought you were the god damn cops." he said.
i hugged him, and cried. his arms found a way around me, like no other arms could fit.
i fit.
he fit.
we fit.
together.
"mikey.. what happened? what did ben do? did he hurt you? do you need a place to stay? where is he?" his voice went from worried, to angry with every question he asked.
"no, it isn't ben. it's you.." i sobbed. "i had a horrible dream... i needed to see that you were alright."
"ohh mikey. i'm alright." he hugged me tighter, and laughed. "looks like things have switched, novotny. your the one showing up here in the middle of the night."
"i just needed you.."
"i know." he said, pulling away from me. "come on."
he pulled me to the bed and threw me down. a jolt of adrenalin went through me. he looked at me, with a rebelious grin. he crawled onto the bed, and kissed my forehead.
"tease." i thought. just like it used to be.
"night" he said, with a smirk.
i sighed, and closed my eyes. his arm found it's way around me once again. and i slipped into sleep. the best sleep i had in a long time.