Brian's anxiety was now at full height as he watched the figure approach him. Brian tried to get up, and found for some reason he couldn't.
"You know, I never thought I'd see you so uptight, Kennie." The voice said, now in a calmer tone. "Common, Brian. Don't you know my voice by now?"
Brian tried to focus on the person in front of him as the figure began to become clearer. "Justin!" Brian tried to get up and hold him but he couldn't. "What the fuck! Justin, you were dead not five minutes ago!" Brian felt his emotions racing, and he wanted out of there. This didn't feel right at all.
"Yeah, its me. Surprised?" Justin folded his arms, smirking at him. "You know, I've never been able to figure out why the fuck I care about you so much. Your nothing but a heartless prick most of the time."
Brian shook his head, trying hard to reach out and hold him. "Damn it, Justin. You left me! You went to fucking New York and left me alone! I only wanted what was best for you, I wanted you to see that there was more to life then spending it with me! I'm not the best role model, but damn it, Justin, once I realized what you brought to me in my life I wanted you with me! Why the fuck do you think I made sure to get the house of your god damn dreams!" Brian felt tears running down his face and he couldn't stop them. He found he no longer cared, and let them come.
"I thought I was doing the right thing for you!" Brian struggled with his emotions, not being able to sort them out fast enough.
"Why is it that I don't believe you?" Justin said sadly. "Even if I HAD stayed and married you, you would still be bringing trick after trick home with you, you'd still be getting high as a fucking kite, and I'll still be second in your life. No matter how hard I try, I'll always come second. I'll never be good enough for you. I've had enough. No more, Brian!" Justin's voice cracked as he knelt in front of him, wiping the tears off of Brian's face.
"You wanted what was best for me, and I want what's best for you. Maybe now you'll have the life you've always wanted. I life without me. A life of not having to worry if I'll get bashed in the head again, of not coming to see me and having the others yell at you for it." Justin held Brian's hand tightly in his, giving a deep sigh.
"That's not true, Justin!" Brian begged. "Please, believe me, that's not true. I loved coming home to you every night, just like I told you I did! God, that night you were bashed in the head… Jesus fucking Christ! I thought I had lost you! The one thing in my life that I've ever truly loved as my own I thought I had lost!" Brian reached for him, and Justin let him hold him against Brian's chest, letting Brian cry. " I love you, damn it! I know I should have told you a long time ago, but you know how I always let my pride stand in the way of everything!" He ran his hand through Justin's hair, burring his face in it.
"I have to go Brian." Justin said softly, drying Brian's tears on his sleeve. "I love you. I hope you know that. It's why I had to leave you." Justin stood and walked back into the darkness from which he had first appeared, leaving Brian sobbing in the chair.
"JUSTIN!" Brian screamed after him, trying hard to run after him and not being able to. "JUSTIN! DON'T LEAVE ME AGAIN!" Brian sobbed hard, not understanding why he couldn't move. The next few minutes were spent screaming Justin's name and crying. When he had grown hoarse, he finally decided to accept the fact that Justin was not coming back for him. "I love you, sunshine." Brian said in a hoarse whisper. Brian sat in the darkness for a while, wanting desperately for Michael or someone to come and rescue him from this madness.
Brian bowed his head, wondering when Vic was going to show back up. Brian wasn't sure how long he waited there, thinking about his life. Brian tried to stand after a while, and iron bands suddenly appeared on his wrists, keeping him from moving. Brian cried out in alarm, calling out for anyone who might hear him.
Suddenly the door opened again, and there stood his father. Brian swallowed hard, staring at him in fear. For once in his life he was speechless, and afraid. Very, very afraid.
"Well, well." Said his father in an odd tone. "Looks like you've gotten yourself into a tight spot." He took a drink from a beer bottle he was carrying, and Brian's eyes grew wide.
"Please let me go." Brian said softly, glancing around him. There was only one door, and that was the one his father was standing in. He looked at the wristbands holding him down, trying hard to free himself. "Please, I haven't don't anything wrong." He tried to keep the fear out of his voice, knowing that he was failing.
"On the contrary." Jack said, irritated. "Your taking up my time, son." He shut the door hard behind him, and Brian jumped slightly in his chair. He took another long drink and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, moving slowly towards Brian.
"I um, What can I do for you, pop?" Brian asked, swallowing hard again. His voice was almost gone and he licked his lips, wondering what was gong on now.
"You can write me a check for 2 million dollars." His father said in a sarcastic voice. " Cut the shit, Brian. You know why I'm here." He slammed the bottle against the wall, breaking it into two even halves. He moved forward, kneeling on the floor in front of him, flashing it in front of Brian's eyes.
"You can have it." Brian said in a shaking voice. "Please, don't hurt me, please!" Brian was shaking now, feeling desperate. "Just let me go and I'll write you the god damn check. Please, dad!"
Jack smacked him, laughing. "I don't want your queer money. Its filth, and not worth anything to begin with." He smiled an evil grin as he watched Brian flinch, fear running deep in his eyes.
"That's funny, the last time I checked you were good enough to take the past ones. What was the difference then, pop, not knowing that I was gay? Or the fact that your god damn queer son is making more then you?" Brian sneered at him, feeling angry now.
"You'll regret saying that." His father glared at him, smacking him again. He unlatched the iron bands and grabbed Brian by the collar, pulling him to his feet.
"Let me go, old man. You have no idea who your dealing with!" Brian tried to shrug him off and run to the door, but failed. His father shoved him forward, making him follow in the path Justin had gone. "Stop, please!" Brian begged him, but his father shoved the broken bottle in his face threateningly.
"Shut up and move." Jack said angrily. Brian was shoved forward for a long time, making the room they were end seem endless. Brian turned several times to try and fight off his father and ended up getting smacked hard each time.
"Your not my father!" Brian said angrily. "Leave me alone!" Jack merely shook his head, rolling his eyes.
"How did I manage to raise such a stupid son? You don't even recognize your old man!" His father shoved him against the wall, slowly running the rough edges of the glass bottle along Brian's arm, making a red mark run down his arm.
Brian's eyes grew wide and he leaned against the wall, swallowing hard, trying to keep his composure. Brian felt tears running down his face as his father went on with the bottle, running it across his chest and down the other arm. Once he hit a tender spot on his left arm, and Brian's right arm came and punched Jack hard in the jaw, sending him backwards.
Brian took the opportunity to run, and run he did. He glanced behind him once to see Jack running after him, and he sped up his pace. The room seemed to go on in all sorts of directions. Brian figured that this was some form of hell for him. Long, empty corridors, bleak, without light, with no one there but himself, being persude by the one man he hated the most in his life.
Brian ran hard for what seemed like hours before he reached the end of the room. He leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. He sank to the ground, grabbing his waist. He couldn't hear Jack behind him anymore, and he took a moment to rest. He caught his breath and stood again, turning to see if there was a way out.
Running his hand along the cold wall, he found no doors. He pounded his fist against it, aggravated. "Vic!" he called, feeling extremely lost. "Vic, please, get me out of here!"
He sank against the wall again, beginning to cry. He rubbed his arms, giving a startled cry when he saw the blood on his hands from the cut his father had made. Panic threatened to consume him, and he wanted nothing more then for Justin or Michael to come and hold him, letting him know that he wasn't alone anymore. He buried his head against his knees, begging for someone to come and free him. He felt light headed all of a sudden, and the room began to spin.
"Brian!" someone was calling him, worried. "Brian are you ok?"
Brian burried his face deeper in his arms, feeling the blood run up against his face. "Please, just leave me alone!" He said in a weary voice. "Please, just go away."
"Well, if you REALLY insist, I will." The voice said in a caring tone. "Its just not like you to be hiding like this."
Brian slowly lifted his head, rubbing his eyes. The person who was talking to him came into a slow but blury view.
"Oh my fucking god, I've never been so happy to see you in my entire fucking life!" Brian reached for his hand, wiping the blood off his face with a towel the other gave him. "Thank god, I've GOT to tell you something!" Brian sniffed and ran a hand through his hair, glancing around him. "Where the fuck am I now!"