I dunno whether I will add more chapters or not
"There is no point Justin!" I yelled
"Fuck you Brian! I can take care of myself" he insisted
"Yeah! Without guns!" I had freaked when he first came home with a gun.
"Brian! There are not even loaded! It's just to scare people" he said
"People like me?" I said quietly
"Brian? What the fuck are you on about" he said bitterly
"I… I don't want you hurt… again" I said, quieter still
"What do you mean?" said Justin, his expression slightly softer
"Fuck! You know exactly what I mean! How long until you put a gun to someone head that actually had a loaded gun? And then turns around and BANG! You're dead! I can't, I WONT let that happen" I said. I couldn't bare the thought of that happening.
"I WON'T GET HURT!"
"Fine Justin… believe what you want, but just remember, when your gone, I'll be left, and I don't want to be put in that position…again" it was heartbreaking when he was in a coma, I didn't even know whether he was going to wake up
"Brian?"
"Fuck! The bashing! I didn't know whether you were alive or dead when you were lying on the pavement in a pool of blood." The image flashed in my mind. I blinked back a couple of tears. Brian Kinney does not cry.
"Oh, so this is what it's about? The fact that a fucking homophobe hit me in the head! That what we are trying to stop for fucks sake" he was angry. Very angry
"By putting yourself in danger? Is it really worth the risk?" it shouldn't be. Justin didn't answer me
"Justin?"
"FUCK YOU BRIAN!" he yelled, and simply walked out, leaving me standing in the middle of the loft, a fucking mess. He had never been this angry at me. I decided to run after him.
"Justin!" I had yelled. He just kept walking.
"Where are you going?" I asked him
"Like you care" he said bitterly, and he just kept going.