A/N: Personally I think this chapter sucks. I'm just not good at writing
breakups. Sorry! I hope it will get better after this.
**Regular POV**
Rory walked down the street, on her way to see Dean. She hadn't really figured out how to tell him yet, and she just hoped he wouldn't start crying. Or yelling. Or anything that would make it any worse than it had to be.
"Rory! Hey!"
Clara hugged her with a big smile. Rory halfheartedly returned the hug and smiles a bit.
"Is Dean here?"
"Yeah...he said your brother hit him. He's in his room"
Clara kept chattering but Rory didn't really pay attention. She knocked on Deans door, hoping he wouldn't be mad at her for running off like that.
"Come in"
Dean was holding a pack of ice to his face, there was still blood on his shirt. Rory's heart went out to him. She sat next to him and swept some hair out of his face.
"How are you?"
He shrugged.
"What the hell was that about anyway?"
He took the ice of his face and showed her a big bruise.
"Did your brother go crazy or something?"
She had to swallow a couple of times. Everybody still called him her brother. She didn't know if she could tell him, she was scared in no time the whole town would know.
"I don't know. I haven't talked to him yet."
She hoped he didn't know she was lying.
"Anyway"
She fidgeted with the blanket on his bed.
"I came here to talk with you"
She couldn't look straight at him.
"I...I'm not in love with you anymore"
She could hear him gasp.
"What? Why?"
"I fell in love with someone else"
Dean looked at her for a while.
"Who?"
"I can't tell you"
She looked at him.
"I'm sorry. I have to figure out some things."
"So we're really over? This is about Tristan isn't it?"
For a moment she was scared he knew.
"He's got some weird problem with me, and he threatened to hurt you if you didn't break up with me."
She almost felt like laughing. It was so insane.
"He would never do that. Tristan cares for me. He would never hurt me"
"Then what?"
This time Dean had tears in his eyes.
"Is something wrong with me? I thought we had a good relationship..."
"We did...We do...it's just...I can't help having these feelings for someone else. And until recently it was impossible to be with him, but now it isn't anymore. So I wanna try this..."
Suddenly he looked at her with disgust in his eyes.
"I was right. This IS about Tristan. You have feelings for your brother. That's sick!"
She stood up, unable to say anything. He kept on screaming to her.
"That's why he hit me. It all makes sense. He was jealous of me! And you...you are in love with your own brother. That's disgusting!"
She bit her bottomlip and tried to prevent tears from falling down her cheeks. What could she say to make it better? He wasn't her brother...but everybody would always look at him that way. Was this how it was gonna be for the rest of their lives? Would they always have to see the disapproving look in people's eyes?
"I've got to go. I'm sorry Dean"
She hurriedly ran of the room and down the stairs
"You need therapy! You're sick!"
Tears started falling down when his hateful words reached her ears. She ran out of the house and kept running.
**Regular POV**
Rory walked down the street, on her way to see Dean. She hadn't really figured out how to tell him yet, and she just hoped he wouldn't start crying. Or yelling. Or anything that would make it any worse than it had to be.
"Rory! Hey!"
Clara hugged her with a big smile. Rory halfheartedly returned the hug and smiles a bit.
"Is Dean here?"
"Yeah...he said your brother hit him. He's in his room"
Clara kept chattering but Rory didn't really pay attention. She knocked on Deans door, hoping he wouldn't be mad at her for running off like that.
"Come in"
Dean was holding a pack of ice to his face, there was still blood on his shirt. Rory's heart went out to him. She sat next to him and swept some hair out of his face.
"How are you?"
He shrugged.
"What the hell was that about anyway?"
He took the ice of his face and showed her a big bruise.
"Did your brother go crazy or something?"
She had to swallow a couple of times. Everybody still called him her brother. She didn't know if she could tell him, she was scared in no time the whole town would know.
"I don't know. I haven't talked to him yet."
She hoped he didn't know she was lying.
"Anyway"
She fidgeted with the blanket on his bed.
"I came here to talk with you"
She couldn't look straight at him.
"I...I'm not in love with you anymore"
She could hear him gasp.
"What? Why?"
"I fell in love with someone else"
Dean looked at her for a while.
"Who?"
"I can't tell you"
She looked at him.
"I'm sorry. I have to figure out some things."
"So we're really over? This is about Tristan isn't it?"
For a moment she was scared he knew.
"He's got some weird problem with me, and he threatened to hurt you if you didn't break up with me."
She almost felt like laughing. It was so insane.
"He would never do that. Tristan cares for me. He would never hurt me"
"Then what?"
This time Dean had tears in his eyes.
"Is something wrong with me? I thought we had a good relationship..."
"We did...We do...it's just...I can't help having these feelings for someone else. And until recently it was impossible to be with him, but now it isn't anymore. So I wanna try this..."
Suddenly he looked at her with disgust in his eyes.
"I was right. This IS about Tristan. You have feelings for your brother. That's sick!"
She stood up, unable to say anything. He kept on screaming to her.
"That's why he hit me. It all makes sense. He was jealous of me! And you...you are in love with your own brother. That's disgusting!"
She bit her bottomlip and tried to prevent tears from falling down her cheeks. What could she say to make it better? He wasn't her brother...but everybody would always look at him that way. Was this how it was gonna be for the rest of their lives? Would they always have to see the disapproving look in people's eyes?
"I've got to go. I'm sorry Dean"
She hurriedly ran of the room and down the stairs
"You need therapy! You're sick!"
Tears started falling down when his hateful words reached her ears. She ran out of the house and kept running.