I hope you are all excited for an update. I have been a bit sidetracked with this mostly because of the whole #SaveShadowhunters thing. I'm saving my show no matter what! No matter what! It deserves so much more than what it got.
But for now, let us focus on Simon and Bram and (unfortunately) Cal. Enjoy the new chapter and I hope you review and follow and favorite.
Leah decided that since she had told her close friends about her engagement that she would drive them to their respective houses. Leah had already dropped off Abby and Nick at their little suburban home and now she was taking Simon to his apartment. Leah looked over at Garrett, who was in the backseat, as she pulled up to the front door of their apartment. "Garrett honey." she said to him, tossing him a pair of pink headphones that she always kept in her car. "Put those in. I wanna talk to Simon."
Garrett chuckled at his soon to wife's possessiveness. He plugged the wire in his phone and put in the plugs in his ear. He picked a random song and turned it up so that Leah could have privacy with her best friend. Leah turned to face Simon and she smiled widely. "So... are you going to tie the knot with Bram?" she asked.
Simon adjusted his glasses as she said it. Simon had never really thought about getting married. He knew that he loved Bram and that he didn't want anyone other than Bram. But he and Bram never really discussed who would propose if the two were going to get married. "I'm not really sure yet." Simon responded.
"Well, you love him don't you?" Leah asked, tapping the steering wheel with his long but not painted fingernails.
Simon smiled and pushed his glasses back on his nose. "Of course I love him."
"Than tie the knot Spier." Garrett added, not looking up from his phone because he knew that he wasn't suppose to add to their conversation because Leah said so.
Leah laughed at her fiance's joke. "For God's sake Garrett!"
"Marry him!" Garrett added, laughing along with Leah.
Simon joined their laughter. Leah looked back at Simon and shook his shoulder. "Don't worry. You choose what you want to do. What's important is that you both are in love with each other."
Simon nodded. "Thanks Leah. I'll see you around."
"I'll call you. I want you help me pick my wedding jumpsuit." Leah said, pointing at her friend as she exited her car.
"You're not wearing a dress?" Simon asked, smiling as he looked at her through the open passenger window.
"It's my wedding. Suck my dick." she joked, before driving off down the road. Simon laughed and waved off to them. He walked over to the door of his apartment and he unlocked the front door with a holographic key that he painted with Abby's nail polish. Simon walked inside the lobby of the apartment and he turned over to the elevator that would bring him to his apartment. The day that he and Bram moved into the apartment, Bram flew him up to their living room window in his arms like a Disney princess.
Simon pressed the button on the tenth floor (the fifth to last floor) and waited as the tiny, thin box sent him up to his floor. Simon never liked being in tight spaces. Simon put his hands on the elevator railings at his sides and closed his eyes. The darkness helped his breathing. Ever since he was kidnapped from his high school's showing of Oliver! to the trunk of Cal's car and then tied up and knocked out. Simon sighed and took in deep breaths to calm his claustrophobia. Not only did Simon suffer from the PTSD of his kidnapping, but he developed a slight claustrophobia, terrible and scary panic attacks, night terrors, depression and monophobia (the fear of being alone).
Simon had been taking anti-depressants and sleeping pills ever since he was kidnapped. It helped people with PTSD like Simon. Simon used to think that he was weak and feeble for having to take pills and having all of these side effects of his kidnapping. But Bram always told him that he was perfect just they way he was and that it wasn't his fault that all of this happened to him. It was Cal's.
The elevator door opened and Simon opened his eyes and let his thoughts fly off into the air. He was home now. No more worrying. He was safe and he would be with Bram. Simon walked out the elevator and walked down his hall and over to his apartment door. He took out his other key, that was painted with Abby's mermaid iridescent nail polish. Simon loved life hacks. And colors. He was gay after all.
Simon put the key in the lock and he opened the door. "Bram?" Simon called out. "Baby? I'm home."
There was no response. Bram usually welcomed Simon home with a warm hug and a glass of whatever wine they had on hand. But there was no response this time. No welcoming hug, smile or kiss. Just silence and the darkness of the room that was left from when Simon left for brunch. Simon took off his glasses and put them down on their coffee table. Simon knew that he couldn't worry about him being late. Bram was The Savior after all. He had a hard sob as a superhero. It was worried him a bit. Simon walked over to their television and he turned it on with the press of a button on his phone. The TV turned on and the channel that they were watching last (HBO). Simon tapped on his phone and the channel changed to their local news station. Call Simon over protective, but he just needed to know if Bram was alright.
Simon was usually on the other end of their earpiece. Simon liked doing it because it made him feel safe about Bram going out to the field and saving the town and shit. But Bram had told Simon that day that he was fine. That he didn't someone on the other end. That's what he said. And now he wasn't home. Simon went over to the island and grabbed his earpiece and put it in his ear. "Savior..." he called out. "Savior? Can you hear me? Respond! Savior!"
As he was yelling, the news finally came on. A reporter came onto the screen from what looked like a prison. Simon looked up and listened to her. "The sources from Creek Bank Penitentiary tell us that The Savior was in fact here earlier. The Savior will in fact be looking into the escape of this prisoner and he has in fact told the warden of the prison that he will personally be looking into this matter to bring Mr. Price to justice."
Simon's heart sank. They couldn't be talking about Cal Price. No. They couldn't. Price was a common last name. It had to be someone else. The earpiece was roaring to life with what seemed to be Garrett's voice. But Simon couldn't hear him. All he heard was the news. His heart was beating and he dropped the earpiece. Tears were forming in his eyes and his heart was hammering.
"For those of you just now joining us, let us repeat the breaking news." he said. "A few moments ago, a prisoner here at Creek Bank Penitentiary escaped from the prison. Not only did this felon escaped, but he attacked the prison, burning down on half of the prison and killing a few innocent inmates. Not only that, but the escapee, Cal Price-"
Simon stopped hearing. His ear's stopped taking in the sound and Simon gasped. Tears fell down more freely now and Simon moved his hand to cover his mouth, dropping his phone in the process. Simon's balance started to shift and he almost fell to the ground. A panic attack was coming. Simon couldn't hear anything, but eyes were still looking at the TV. The image changed to the photo of a man, who must of been an inmate at the prison. He was shirtless and burned onto his chest was a name. His name. Simon.
Simon.
Simon.
Simon.
Simon fell to the ground this time and it felt as if he couldn't breathe. His glasses fell off and broke. But he couldn't care right now. His heart was pounding on his chest. Cal was out there. Cal escaped prison. Tears were falling down Simon's cheeks. He couldn't focus on anything. He was struggling to breathe. He didn't even hear his front door slam open. Bram ran inside his apartment, still floating in the air from his powers. Bram had changed, but he wore a look of fear and worry on his face. He ran up to his boyfriend and knelt down beside him. Bram grabbed Simon and shook him, trying to move into his field of vision. "Simon! Simon!" Bram cried, shaking him lightly.
Simon forced his eyes closed and shook his head. Bram might of been calling him, but all he heard was Cal. He heard Cal's voice in his head. All he could see and hear was Cal Price. His kidnapper. Bram knew that Simon was having a panic attack. Bram had watched it happened to him when he had his night terrors and when he was alone for too long. Bram pulled Simon close and rubbed him lovingly. "Simon, please. It's me. It's me, baby. Open your eyes. It's me sweetie. It's me. It's me. I'm right here baby, you're safe."
Simon shivered, but he moved forward and clutched Bram. "He... He's escaped... He's escaped... He's escaped..." he cried, repeatedly. "He's coming after me."
"I won't let him." Bram growled at him. "I won't let him hurt you baby. I promise."
Bram stood up, with Simon still in his arms, and turned off the TV. Bram moved and took Simon into his arms, carrying him bridal style. Simon loved it when Bram carried him like a prince, and Bram knew that he did. Bram knew that this was a way to calm him down. Simon clutched Bram's sweater, shivering violently and crying hard. "Sshh." Bram tried to calmly silence his boyfriend. "It's okay baby. Don't cry. Don't cry. I'm here."
Bram carried Simon into their bedroom and he set him down onto the bed. Bram knelt down and rubbed Simon's cheek. "Baby... can you hear me?"
Simon nodded, sucking in his tears. Simon took Bram's hand in his and looked up at him, puffy eyes and all. "Help me forget." he pleaded. "Please baby. Help me forget."
Bram smiled. How could he say no to his lover. Bram held the sides of Simon's neck and kissed him. Simon kissed back, eagerly. Tears no longer fell down his cheeks. He kept kissing Bram, desperate for his touch. For the feeling of his skin on his. Bram kissed him back and slowly helped to removed their clothing. Bram was going to help Simon forget. He would help him forget and let him know that he was safe.
Because he was safe.
Because Bram was going to find Cal.
He would bring Cal to justice.
And Simon would be safe.
But now, Bram was going to help his boyfriend forget. Help him calm down and forget. With all his love.
Bram always calmed Simon down after a panic attack. He would always do what he asked and Simon adored it. Simon had begged Bram to help him forget what he had witnessed and Bram did. Bram helped him forget. He tore his clothes off and carefully and loving put himself inside of Simon.
The two now lay in their bed. Completely naked under their covers. Bram was holding Simon's bare body next to his chest. Simon listened to Bram's heartbeat and he breathed calmly and evenly. The tears and the panics had stopped as soon as Bram took Simon lovingly into his arms.
"I broke my glasses." Simon said, still listening to Bram's heartbeat.
Bram chuckled. "I'll buy you a new pair."
Simon chuckled too. Then it was silence again. Just the two of them wrapped in each others arms. Bram sighed. "I'm so sorry Si." Bram said to him. "This is my fault. I'm so sorry."
"No." Simon said to him. "No, it's... it's okay. You chose to deal with me... and how weak I am."
Bram let go of Simon and sat up. Simon didn't sit up, he stayed laying on the pillows. Bram smiled down at Simon. "You are not weak." Bram replied. "You are anything but weak. You survived and fought this. You fought your attacks and your PTSD. That makes you strong. You are not weak. Simon." Bram held his hand out to Simon. Simon took it and sat up with Bram. Bram cupped Simon's cheek. "I love you Simon. More than anything."
Simon smiled back. "I love you too."
Bram kissed Simon's cheek and Simon kissed his. Leah and Garrett were both right, Simon thought was Bram held him close to his neck. I love this man. I love him so much. And I am going to marry this man. I'm going to propose to this gorgeous man.
"So... I'm guessing that date night was cancelled?" Simon joked again.
Bram laughed along with him and he pulled him into his bare chest by his pale shoulders. "We can reschedule."
Simon listened to Bram's heartbeat as he rested. It only took a few moments for them to be back laying on their pillows, wrapped in each others arms. And it was only 1 in the afternoon
