John has been sitting in Randy's hospital room for over two hours. The only time he left Randy's bed side was to use the bathroom but that was it. He hasn't really eaten anything yet because he was so worried about Randy.

Randy's wakes up and sees John standing by the window. "What are you doing here?"

John turned to Randy. "Why did you try to kill yourself?"

"Why did you tell my dad that we had sex?" Randy snapped back.

"What are you talking about, I never even spoken to your father." John walked closer to the bed.

"Then if you didn't then who did?" Randy sits up "Do you think that it was Adam?"

John looks up at Randy. "You really this he would do that?"

"You said that he wouldn't give up that easy. Maybe he talked to my dad before we left school because he wasn't in class after I talked to him."

"You really thought that I would do that to you?" John asked looking down.

"No I'm sorry."

John walked up to the bed and sat down. "Why did you do this to yourself Randy?"

Randy looks away from John. "I guess I just got tired of my dad. He said that I wasn't his son and that he hates me. What kind of father would do that to his own son?"

John shrugs "He's an asshole but you. You're amazing and I don't want you to forget that. You're not alone here Randy because I'm here with you and I always will be." John takes Randy's hand. "So promise me that you won't do this again. You really scared me Randy."

"I'm sorry"

John smiles and leans down. He kisses Randy on the lips. "I'm just glad you're ok."

Randy's smiles fade a little. "But I have to go back and I really don't want to."

John sighs "Just try to steer clear of him ok. Don't do or say anything to piss him off alright and if you need me just call me alright." Randy nods

Randy's house

John took Randy home later that day. John wanted Randy to stay a few extra days so he wouldn't have to deal with his dad but Randy didn't want to. When they got there they were glad his father wasn't there.

John helped Randy up to his room and sat him on the bed. He laid down next to him. "I really don't want to leave you here alone Randy."

Randy smiles "I'll be fine and I promise that I will call you. I just don't want you to be here when my dad gets home."

John nods "Alright guess I'll see you tomorrow. You still want to hang out tomorrow right?" Randy nods "Good then bye." He kisses Randy and leaves.

30 minutes later Randy's dad still wasn't home so he got up and went into his father's room. He started going through his things. Looking for anything that was a sign of his brother. He looked over at his father's trunk and diged through it. At the bottom was a bag full of papers and he picked it up. He closed the trunk and went back to his room. He dumped everything out and the first thing he saw was Bret's name on one of the envelopes. He went through the other ones and all he saw was Bret, Bret, Bret, and Bret.

His door opened and he looked up to see his father. "Dad"

Bob looks down at his son's wrists. "You know if at first you don't succeed try try again."

Randy gets up with a handful of letters. "What is all this?"

"Letters from your brother." He said

"Why do you have them? Why didn't you give them to me?" Randy cried out.

Bob shrugs "I don't have to answer to you." He walks off.

Randy goes after him. "Wait why did you keep these from me!" he yelled

Bob stopped and backhanded Randy across the face. "Who the hell do you think you're yelling at huh. Don't you ever raise your voice at me again you got that!"

"I fucking hate you!" Randy yelled from the ground.

Bob chuckles "Then were both on the same page then huh. You found the letters so what you're still nothing and you always will be." He turns to leaves.

Randy gets up "He was going to take me away wasn't he. That's why you kept them. He was going to take me away from you!"

Bob chuckles "Keep telling yourself that boy." He leaves

Randy gathers up the papers and goes back to his room. He organizes them in order of when they were sent and read every single one.

3:45 that night he was happier then a child with chocolate. His brother did love him and he meant something to someone else. And more importantly his brother was still coming to get him.

Arthur's note: To tell you the truth this kind of reminds me of the color purple. LOL