This is the big chapter. Where everything pretty much happens. I had a bigger idea, but in middle of typing this, I went on Tumblr... so I got sidetracked, and forgot where I was going with it.. Ah well. I hope you guys like it, and thanks for reviewing! :)
I was really excited about going over to Brandon's to apologize. I knew I was lucky to get a second chance with him.
All day sunday was just torture. I stayed in my room all day long, doing nothing in particular, just waiting for monday morning to apologize. I didn't make any more plans, and I didn't talk to anyone. I just paced my room and did homework all day long.
Finally, I was waking up monday morning. At 5am. I jumped out of bed, too energized to be tired. I got in the shower, taking my time. About an hour and a half of tirelessy grooming myself, I thought I was ready. I skipped breakfast, running out the front door with my shoulder bag. I had to walk to Brandon's apartment, because my mom's friend had needed to borrow the car for a camping trip a state away.
I started walking in the general direction of Brandon's apartment, not caring that it was a cold morning. All I cared about was apologizing to Brandon. He was my life.
From picking Brandon up every so often, I knew where his apartment was, so that wasn't the hard part. The hard part was thinking up a good apology that was worthy of Brandon.
By the time I got to Brandon's apartment, I was shivering from the cold air, but at least I had a general outline for my apology. I think that's good.
I pushed the buzzer for his apartment number. There was a couple second pause, then I heard his voice.
"Logan?" he asked. His voice was filled with something, but I couldn't place it. Cockiness?
"Yeah, it's me." I said, looking at my feet.
"Wipe your feet." he said, then silence. I opened the door, wiping my feet as instructed, then taking the stairs to his level. I got up to his level, opening up the door, and walking into a living room. It was messy, clothes strewn everywhere, foor cartons empty all over the couch. And it smelled musky, but I couldn't tell what it was.
Then I heard a noise. Not just a noise; a moan. I gingerly stepped around the mess, making my way towards where I heard it from. Then I heard a louder moan. It was Brandon.
I had sex enough times with Brandon to know that it was him.
"Ohhyeahh, baby, that feels so good.." he moaned out, loud. There was a louder 'OH' from the other person there. I was walking slowly towards the noises, my face getting more and more hot. I pushed open a door to find Brandon -naked- on top of a guy, thrusting into him.
I gasped out loud, and both guys jerked their heads up. The bottom guy just smiled lazily, his eyes rolling around in his head. He was drunk. That's what Brandon had always done to me if he wanted to have sex. But Brandon just smiled at me.
"This is what you get when you. Cheat. On. Me." he spat, emphasizing each word with a thrust into the drunken guy beneath him. My entire body felt like it was on fire, my face hot, my hands shaking, my eyes brimming with tears, waiting to fall. I couldn't take another glance at him and the other guy, so I turned and ran through his apartment as he laughed at me, slamming the door behind me.
I ran and ran through the morning, tears falling freely now. I finally stopped running when I realized I didn't know where I was going. I was too emotionally broken to know where I had been going. So I just sat down on the side of the road, curled up into a ball, crying into my arms. After what felt like twenty minutes of sitting on the side of the road, I got up and walked in the direction that I thought was right, tears still streaming down my face.
I walked for about an hour and a half, crying the whole time. I couldn't believe this happened. Brandon could hit me, and hit me he would, but cheating wasn't like him. A realization hit me. Brandon didn't do anything wrong. This was my fault. All my fault. I shouldn't have done anything. I ruined my own life. This was me. All. My. Fault.
A car engine cut me out of my thoughts. I recognized, but I was too shaken to know from where, so I turned around to get a look at the car.
It was a black SUV. James.
The big black car pulled up next to me, the window rolling down. James leaned out, squinting his eyes at me. His eyes widened.
"Logan?" he said, taking in my appearance. Then I broke down all over again, finally in front of someone. He cut the engine when he saw me start crying again, getting out to give me a warm hug. I was freezing cold from walking for so long in the cold Minnesota weather. His arms were strong and protective, holding me close. I cried and cried into his chest, letting everything go.
A few minutes later, I was sitting in his warm car, as he started driving in the opposite direction I was walking in, back to town.
"So...what happened?" he asked gingerly. Tears were still streaming down my face as I answered.
"Br-Brandon ch-cheated on m-me.." I stuttered out. He gasped.
"Logan, I'm so sorry." He had known partly that I was dating Brandon, but he had never met him. "Tell me the whole story."
So I let loose. I told him about the day he talked to me, and when he left, how Brandon told me he never wanted to see me with him again. Then how Brandon saw me at the movies with him, and got really mad at me. Then how I wanted to apologize for going against orders-James gave me a weird look when I said 'orders'. Then finally how I woke up early to go to apologize, taking extra long to look good for him, walking to his apartment myself, then finding him with another guy. I always left out Brandon beating me, though. I told him how I just ran and ran alongside the road for at least an hour and a half, when he found me.
I cried and sniffled throughout the whole story. James giving me sad looks.
"And that's ab-about it." I sniffled. He let out a long breath, then turned to me.
"Logie. I am SO sorry. I can't believe he would do that to you, after all you did for him." he said.
"I-I didn't do anything f-for him! This is all my fault. I caused this!" I said, strongly. He whipped his head around at me.
"What?" he said, "NONE of this is your fault. Brandon is a huge asshole for doing this to such an innocent boy like you! He doesn't deserve you, Logan. You can do much better than him."
"He's not an asshole." I whispered. James' jaw dropped.
"He cheated on you!" he exclaimed.
"Only because I hung out with you! I went against his orders, so naturally he hit and cheated on me!" I hollered. "Oh no. I shouldn't have said that. I shouldn't have said that. Brandon will be so mad."
My cycle of hate at myself started all over again. This happened every time I failed brandon. Meanwhile, James' eyes had softened, and were brimming with tears. James pulled over to the side of the road.
"He did this to you?" he whispered, his thumb tracing the cuts and bruises on my face. I cast my eyes downward, nodding my head slightly. "Oh, Logan."
His voice broke, and I looked up to see tears falling. He reached out and pulled me into a hug. Holding each other, we both cried. After a little while, we pulled away, and looked at each other. James looked up at me.
"Logie, none of this is your fault. Brandon has you brainwashed. Hitting and cutting you is not okay, neither is cheating. I can't believe there are people in the world like him. Whatever he says, what he did-that's not right. He is a loser, a low-life, and, quite frankly, an asshole for doing what he's done to you. He's scarred you for life, and that's not fair to you." he said. I kinda believed him, too.
"You're kinda right. Brandon shouldn't have cheated on me, but he only beat me because I was his. And his only." I said, shaky. James shook his head.
"He should've have done anything to you at all. I think you should not even acknowledge his existence." he said, matter-of-factly. Then his eyes were pleading. "Please. You don't deserve him."
I sighed, my eyes all dried out from crying since 7:30. It was now 11.
"Take your first steps to a new life. A life without him hurting you, emotionally and physically." he said.
I thought for a moment, about how that would be. I closed my eyes in defeat.
"Okay." I said.
Brandon's a giant dirtbag. Poor Logan. :(
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