Date: Sun, 24 Jul 2011 21:52:36 -0600
From: Andrew Lorenzetti <andrewgay41@hotmail.com>
Subject: Broken Tears 25

Broken Tears - Chapter 25 By Andy Lake

You must be 18 or older to read this story.

Stop if the idea of sexual intercourse between same sexed couples disgusts
you, and if that's so, what the fuck are you doing here???

Thanks, Stephen, for editing and being available.

All usual disclaimers apply. If you are not supposed to be reading this,
then you shouldn't, but I know I can't stop you. *sigh*

All the following characters are fictional, all made up by myself, thanks
to my twisted, yet erotic, imagination.

I'm the author, so obviously, I own the story and copyrights. It can only
be spread with my permission or downloaded for personal pleasure.


E-mail me at : andrewgay41@hotmail.com
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Recap - Well, the last chapter was quite a sad one, wasn't it? Well, as you
know, Tom died, along with Li's baby. Ty realized how fast life can vanish
and gave Brandon the choice to be with him or let him go to England with
John so he can forget him and all the pain he caused him. After a tearful
and sad goodbye that Ty gave Tom, Brandon followed him to the garden where
he was about to voice his decision, but they were interrupted by Dina and
her notice of being pregnant. So that's what happened. Hope you enjoy this
chapter. :D

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*********************** Never Let Me Go - Chapter 25 ***********************

[ Ty's POV ]

Right after Dina walked into the garden and dropped the news, my body felt
numb.. Every last string of hope I had broke. There was no way in hell that
Brandon would ever think about me now that he has a baby to take care of,
and all that drama. So, here I am, two days after, not answering any of his
calls. I read some of his messages where he apologizes and wants to talk to
me, but even if he still wants me, I don't want to be a homewrecker, if you
get my drift. As I think about all this, I stare out of the plane
window. Looking at the clouds as we soar into the air. I felt so wrong. No
matter how much I wanted to escape Brandon, there was a horrible feeling in
my stomach. John was sitting right beside me, his hand wrapped around my
shoulder tightly. He pulled me close and kissed my forehead. Don't get the
wrong idea. We are just friends, but his touch feels so wrong. It only
makes me think of how much I miss Brandon, his warm arms surrounding me,
making me smile, relaxing my body, and draining my fears.

"It'll be great. I promise." He said, not sounding convincing. I looked up
at him, and he looked guilty and troubled. Something was wrong with him.

"Is everything ok, John?" I asked looking up at him trying to sound as
concerned as I could.

"Yeah...Don't worry about me, ok?" He said putting my head against his
shoulder. He kissed the top of my head once more and wrapped the blanket
tightly around us. I snuggled against him for comfort, but even with the
blanket, I felt cold...Sooo Cold.

I closed my eyes as he sang the same lullaby he sang last time he comforted
me. He rubbed my shoulders, and I started to fall asleep slowly.

"I love you." Brandon said holding my hands. He kissed each one and hugged
me to him.

"But...Why do you make it so hard for us to be together?" I asked looking
heartbroken.

"I'm confused...But I know I love you. I'm sure of that. Not a doubt in my
mind." He said grabbing me and pulling me to his strong and bulky body. He
raised my head, and his lips pressed against mine. His lips melted on mine,
shaping perfectly around mine and making my whole body tingle, his hands
wrapped tightly against my waist as his tongue probed to part my lips open.
I let out an anxious moan, and he growled with sexual energy into my
mouth. His holding became possessive as he kissed me harder.

"Never let me go, Brandon. I'm not sure I can do this all by
myself...Please never let me go." I said with my hands against his pecs as
I looked up at him.

"Say you love me" He said as he lifted me up in his hands, my legs wrapped
around his waist. He pushed my body against the wall, and his tongue
traveled to my neck.

"I love you." I moaned in sexual ecstasy.

"Say it again...Louder." He growled into my neck.

"I LOVE YOU!" I screamed between moans as he licked around my
neck. Suddenly, we were completely naked, and his cock was teasing my
puckered pink hole. He licked his lips, and his face and body changed. I
knew who the guy was, but, at the same time, I didn't.  It was odd.

"I said I'd come back before I killed you." He said with a horrible
grin. It was my rapist...His cock teased my asshole, and I tried to
struggle out of his grasp. I felt so helpless as his cock tried to push
into me, tears ran down my face.

"Please leave me alone." I sobbed and tried to push him away from my body,
but he just wouldn't give up. He kept trying to lower me on his dick. I
couldn't see his face. It was completely dark. I felt his tongue on my
cheek as he licked upward, and my whole body shook with pure fear.

"I love you...This is the only way I can have you." He said. I felt the
warmness of his tears on my cheek. My heart dropped, and I actually felt
sad for him. Still, I struggled out of his grasp and pushed him off. He
fell on his backside but stood up in a flash. He pinned me against the
wall, his hand closed around my neck, and he started to choke me. I
couldn't see who he was, but I saw silver tears in his eyes. I wanted to
tell him that it would be ok, that I wouldn't hate him if he let me go, but
I couldn't speak. I tried to, but words wouldn't come out. My breathing
started to stop, and I freaked out.

"AHHHH" I screamed as my eyes shot open, and some people looked over their
shoulders at me. I was sitting up now but was laying on John's shoulder
before I woke up.

"Ty...Are you ok??" He asked really concerned.

"Yeah...Had a nightmare." I said composing myself, and I felt the tears
soaking my cheeks. I must have cried in my sleep. I reached over and
grabbed a napkin I had in my shoulder bag, which laid under my seat, and
wiped my face. I laid my head on the small window and felt John's hand on
my shoulder. I shuddered and cringed, and he frowned.

"Something wrong?" He asked tenderly.

"I'm sorry...I just want to be alone right now, and I can't. So, please
don't touch me...I'm sorry." I said sadly. He nodded, not content, but he
nodded. I looked over at the clouds that we passed by. God, I'm so fucked
up, I thought, as I sighed to myself. I closed my eyes, not daring to sleep
though, afraid of the nightmare. Li, my dad, and Jeremy gave me a sad
goodbye today when I decided to come to England. I promised to be back
after summer break, be back with a smile on my face, be back and my heart
won't flutter or tingle at Brandon's name, be back and be able to look at
him and Dina happy with their baby and smile at their love and happiness.

My mind drifted to all the guys in my life. Jeff, a douche, but God how I
fell for him, Tom, my dead beauty, so handsome and perfect, but I couldn't
seem to fall as deeply as I wanted. And Brandon, the bad boi that owned my
heart. Strangely an image of Trevor crossed my mind. Trevor is really hot
and attractive, and we did have chemistry. Maybe if Cale and him don't work
out when I come back, I'd try it with him...As long as Cale is completely
ok with it, but by the looks on their faces, I pretty much know they will
join Jeremy and Li in the happy couple club, along with Dina and Brandon.

After a couple more hours of restlesness and blasting my ears with music,
the plane started to land. There was the slight turbulence as we landed and
the claps that announced a safe landing. I stood up and wrapped the
messenger bag around my shoulder. I gave John a nod, and he smiled. We
stood up, grabbed our bags from the upper compartments, and walked off of
the plane and into the airport. That smell, the smell I grew up with, the
smell of England filled my nostrils. Maybe it won't be so bad...Maybe I can
heal myself.

[ Brandon's POV ]

I slammed the glass flower pot into my door, and the sound of it shattering
filled the room. I saw the shards fall down at the entrance of my door, and
I felt the rage, the self hate, the remorse build up inside of me. I
screamed, and a few tears ran down my red eyes. I heard a soft knock on my
door.

"Brandon...Honey...You've been like this all week." My mother said opening
the door slightly. She gasped at the glass and took a large step to avoid
it, her soft wavy brown hair covering her pleasant looking face.

"Mom...Please, can I be alone?" I asked fully knowing that loneliness was
the least coveted thing by my heart.

"Honey...Talk to me. You changed since a couple years ago when your friend,
Ty...That was his name, right? Well, when he left, you were so sad, and you
started working out like a mad man...Then it all became even worse, honey,
and I don't know why...Please talk to me cause this is killing me, too."
She said openly sobbing. I walked to her and hugged her. She sobbed on my
chest and held on tight.

"Mom...I'll be ok..." I said stroking her back.

"But I feel so useless, honey...How can I help?" She said stepping back
looking determined.

"Maybe if you help me understand..." I said looking at her hopeful.

"Anything honey...I'm listening." She sat on my bed and motioned me to sit
by her.

"Mom...I am bisexual or gay...I'm not sure." I said looking up at her. She
stared at me in shock, her hand covering her mouth.

"B-b-but that girl Dina..." My mom said stuttering "Isn't she your
girlfriend?" She asked gulping.

"Yeah, it's called cover, Ma. I'm in love with Tyler." I said strongly. She
looked at me, and her eyes softened.

"So, he's why you are all depressed?" She said holding my hands.

"Yes, Mom. I hurt him bad, real bad." I said looking away.

"Baby, I think I understand the fact that you are bisexual...or gay, but
well, I still need time to adjust. I won't judge you. I am your mother. Now
tell me how did you ruin it?" She said looking interested like she was
about to watch a movie.

So I went on and on about how things happened, how I used to bully him and
then fell deeply in love but couldn't accept those feelings, and I told her
how I chose Dina over Ty and how he took the blame about what we did. Then
I told her about Ty running away for the second time! IT'S ALL HE FUCKING
DOES, RUNNING THE FUCK AWAY!! IF HE COMES BACK IMMA FRICKING KILL HIM FOR
LEAVING ME LIKE THIS, AGAIN.

"Honey...You screwed up, royally, and you really really love this boy?" She
asked nodding with each really.

"Yes, Mom, I love him. He's all I think about, and I was about to tell
him...But Dina...Mom, Dina is pregnant." I said the words, and her eyes
shot wide open.

"GOD! WHY DIDN'T YOU USE PROTECTION?! ARE YOU STUPID OR WHAT?! WE HAD THE
TALK!" She went berserk. I kinda expected that reaction about my being
gay. She looked frantic as she stood up and waved her hands in the air, and
then she brushed her hair back.

"Mom, they don't always work...I'm sorry, but what's done is done." I said
standing up and rubbing her arms up and down trying to sooth her.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry. It's just too much to take. God, that boy must
have been heartbroken." She said with a sad look on her face.

"I don't know, Mom. He left saying congratulations." I said bitterly.

"What did you expect?! For him to stay with you and destroy your
relationship with Dina...and now the baby?" She asked, clearly taking Ty's
side.

"I know, but if he loves me, he should've fought for us." I said pissed.

"And what has he been doing all this time, Brandon? Taking the blame,
telling you how he feels, waiting for you to decide whether you love him
enough to be with him! From the looks of it, he has fought for you more
than enough while you wait and watch him suffer.  That's not nice,
Brandon. You are hurting him by making this fight his when it should be
both of yours." She said with an empathetic look on her face.

"I think so." I said as guilt washed over me. Ty...God, what did I do to
you? Did I hurt you that bad? I felt the pain in my heart, like if someone
is trying to pull it out, literal pain making me cringe. My throat got dry,
and my legs felt weak.

"Baby, think about it." She said kissing my cheek as I sat on the bed. She
left the room and left me sitting there in my bed. My mind flowing through
time and thinking about Ty, his smile, which I started to see less and less
of as time went by. I was hurting him so bad. God, I'm an asshole, and now
he is gone with John...That fucking bastard. John. JOHN! JOHN!!! FUCK!!
JOHN! I can't believe it!! JOHN!!!! My eyes shot wide, and I stood up
swiftly feeling slightly dizzy. No fucking time to lose.


[ Ty's POV ]

The cab parked in front of my old house. Flashes of memories danced in my
mind, reasing me to remember. There was a swing in my backyard. I still
remember my mom pushing me on the swing with that beautiful infectious
smile on her face, and she ruffled my hair telling me how cute I was. I
stepped out of the cab and kissed John's cheek with promises to call him
later, and he nodded and smiled at me. I walked upward and opened the door
sized gate, took a step inside the stone path, and closed the gate. I
walked to the door, took out my key, and slid it in the lock and opened the
door.

The smell of my house penetrated my nostrils, and I looked around with my
eyes closed as I took in the smell. I opened them, and it all looked as
clean and perfect as I remembered.  I walked into the living room, and the
beautiful, shiny, wooden floor looked perfectly polished. I looked to the
corner, and near a window was the grand piano. I walked to it and lifted
the wooden lid of the majestic grand piano. My fingers grazed the keyboard,
giving me a near orgasmic thrill. I pressed one key, and the sweet sound
invaded the room. It was perfectly pitched and toned. I played the notes to
a new song I was writing and smiled to myself at the sweet sound.

I stood up and closed the lid of the piano, walked back into the living
room, and looked over at the spiral metallic staircase. I walked upwards
and into the upper level of my house. I walked down the hall, passing
different doors on the sides. I stopped at one, but it wasn't my room. I
opened the white door, and the sun lit room came into view. My mom's smell
impregnated the whole place, making me feel at home. I stepped inside, and
the white woven sheets on the bed made it look so comfortable and
beautiful.  I took a couple more breaths before walking out with a lump in
my throat.

I walked deeper down the hall, and on the final door there was a sign in
beautiful cursive that read "Ty's Room". I smiled, traced the letters with
my fingers, and my hand wrapped around the golden shiny doorknob and turned
it. I opened the door to my favorite smell, tree bark. It was a special
scent that my room seemed to have due to the huge tree outside the
window. I walked inside and smiled at memories of me jumping up and down,
jerking off, and even about singing in the shower. I slid my bags under my
bed, pulled my bed sheets down to take a nap, and my heart stopped. There
under the covers was a letter. It was red paper with black letters, and the
lump in my throat became more constricting. I lifted the note and read:

"Hey, Love. I told you before I killed you I would visit you a last time to
take what I own...Well, here I am to make sure I don't break my promise.  I
don't wanna be a bad man with an untruthful word. Baby, I told you I'll go
get you, but you decided to come to me. It's just as good. I love you."

A teardrop fell on the paper, and the black ink melted with my tear. I
heard a door close, and I turned around. There standing right in front of
me was John. He walked sadly to me, and I looked downward.

"I'm sorry." He said walking closer, I bit my lip and nodded. "I'm really
really sorry." He said crying himself. I just nodded again and hugged
myself. His hand had a cloth in it, probably with chloroform. He covered my
nose and mouth with it, and I struggled a bit, but I knew it was only a
matter of time, so I inhaled. I felt my eyes close slowly as I looked up at
John who dropped to his knees with me in his arms, hugging me to his chest
and kissing my cheek.

[ Brandon's POV ]

I ran through the airport with my little rucksack and ticket in hand. I ran
to the gate in time for the flight.

"Sir, your ticket please." The man said waiting by the gate. I handed it to
him and blasted through the door. I sat on the plane and looked out the
window. I was fidgeting badly. I wanted the plane to start moving right
then, but it still had a couple more people boarding. After what felt like
hours, but was actually a couple minutes, the flight attendant gave the
flight instructions, and with that perpetual smile, she gave all the
precaution instructions. I looked nervous as I looked out the window. We
were finally moving.

Shit, I have to get to Ty on time! It's all my fucking fault! If I had told
him I loved him no matter what he would've stayed, and it's also my fault
for not noticing before that John's tattoo was the one of the rapist, the
tattoo he had on his arm! That was it!! John was the fucking rapist, and I
didn't even notice. It all seemed so unlikely since he lives in England,
but I know that tattoo, and it was the same one the rapist had! The rapist
also had a similar muscular build like John.

My heart was pounding in my chest a hundred miles per hour, and we had
already taken flight. It had been an hour into the flight, and I started
trying to figure out the puzzle and put it all together. Why would John do
all this. He seems to really care alot about Ty. It simply didn't make
sense at all! It didn't fit...I was so confused and scratched my head in
frustration. The flight was taking so long! God knows where Ty could be
right now if I'm right. I took out my laptop and started to search through
my e-mail.  There I found it. I had called Mark, Ty's brother, for Ty's
England address.

I copied it in my hand with a pencil, and then an e-mailed popped onto the
screen. The email was from Dina, and it said URGENT! Curious, thinking it
may be about the baby, I opened it.

Your mom came by today. She told me you went after Ty.  I don't like it,
Brandon, but I understand. I understand that you don't love me, that you
love Ty, and that he is more important to you than me. Please forgive me,
Brandon for being so irrational. There is no baby. I made it up...I just
didn't want to lose you. I wanted you to stay with me, and that day at the
garden, the way you looked at Ty...You never look at me that way. Your mom
talked sense into me, Brandon...Good Luck. Go get him, big boy.

Relief washed over me, and I knew I wasn't ready for a baby. I re-read the
e-mail, feeling my heart relax a little. I swallowed and hit reply. I only
wrote "thanks for understanding" and sent it. I closed my laptop and placed
it back in the rucksack. I rested my head against the head rest and waited
anxiously looking out the window. Ty please hold on. I'm almost there,
baby. I said to myself counting the hours.

Six hours later, the plane had finally landed. I know I'm probably too
late, but I wont let it kill my hopes. I ran fast down the airport and into
the England cold air. And guess what? It was raining. Yeah, a fucking bad
omen when it came to Ty. I ran to the nearest cab, got in, and said the
address really anxious. The driver looked at me and smiled with
determination like if he was Godsent. He drove hard and fast, and I smiled
at him. It was odd, though, watching him drive, what seems to me, on the
wrong side. I kept playing with my hands as he parked, and I paid him. I'm
not sure how. I just gave him money. He smiled at me, and I told him to
wait a sec just in case. I ran to Ty's house.

The gate was open, and I walked inside. It looked beautiful, but I didn't
even take time to contemplate. Ty?? In his room!! I said to myself. I saw a
metallic spiral staircase, and I ran to it and got to the next level. I
walked down the hall and saw the door at the very end of the hallway
slightly opened. I ran to it as fast as I could and opened the door, ready
for anything, but there was no one inside. I looked around and saw a light
under the bed. It was already dark outside, very dark, about midnight, if
not later. I walked and saw that there was a phone under the bed. I took it
out, and it was Ty's phone!!

I look at the screen, and it said "RECORDING"! It had almost nine hours of
recording. That meant Ty left the phone recording, so he must have been
taken. I closed and saved the recording and pressed play.

"I'm sorry, Ty, very, very, sorry." John's teary voice said from the
phone. SORRY MY FUCKING ASS! I heard a muffled grunt and someone drop to
the ground.

"For God's sake, stop fucking crying!" A familiar voice said from the
recording.

"I just don't know if we should go through with it anymore." John said
unsure.

"I don't care what you feel. We already started it, and we better finish
it. Now carry him to the fucking car." The other familiar voice spoke.

"Where are we gonna take him?" John asked, and I heard a rustling sound. I
think he was standing up.

"To the abandoned boat barn." He said. I could tell by the fucker's voice
that he had a smirk on his face. I heard some footsteps through the phone
and then the door creak open. In the faintest voice, I could barely hear:

"Brandon" Ty's weak voice said. My heart broke in pieces right there. He
was asking for me while he was in danger...My baby.  I wiped the tears off
my face, and then I listened close. There were footsteps and a very distant
slam. I closed the phone and ran down to the cab.

"Hi, sir. Anyplace you need to go?" He asked politely.

"You know the abandoned boat barn?" I asked looking away so he wouldn't see
my teary eyes.

"Yeah. I used to play there when I was a kid. I don't know if it's safe to
go this late, but I'll take ya." He said smiling at me. I managed to smile
back. His heavy british accent made me smile. The night lights shone as he
drove, and He stopped abruptly and looked over at me.

"What's going on?" I asked looking at him questioningly.

"Sorry, dude. This is as far as I go. There are no lights here, and it's
too dark to drive. It's not more than eight blocks away. Good luck, mate."
He said as he bowed at me. I nodded, stepped into the wild rain, and
started to run.


<<<<< 1 hour earlier <<<<<

[ Ty's POV ]

I woke up in what looked like a barn. I was on a wooden floor, and I could
see through the cracks of the wood that there was TONS of hay under me. I
looked upward, and there was a big boat attached to the ceiling in the
center of the room. It was held in place by a thick wire that was tied to a
hook by the big door of the barn. I looked around, and I was on a
mattress. I didn't feel sore anywhere, so I probably wasn't abused. I stood
up on the bed and looked around.

"Someone here?" I asked, and the light was turned on.

"You woke up already, baby?" I heard a voice that I never expected to hear,
EVER. It was Kyle. The guy I helped from the "rapist".

"Kyle?" I asked standing up looking up at him with scornful eyes.

"Still remember my voice? I'm flattered, baby." He kissed my cheek.

"Kyle...What are you doing...I helped you." I said pleadingly as he sat on
a nearby chair.

"You didn't help me. It was my plan, love. The rapist never touched me
because I controlled him." He said laughing. I felt my gut twist as I
looked at him with pure hatred.

"How could you do that to me?!" I screamed sitting up. I wasn't chained or
anything, just laying on the matress. I stood up, and he pulled out a gun
and aimed at me.

"Sit!" He said with angry eyes. I sat back on the bed with fear.

"I don't understand...Why?" I asked looking up at him. "Where's John?" I
asked again.

"Well, baby...I told you I wanted you, but you didn't even like me
back. And well, I already had my eye on you even before you went to our
school. John, you see, is my cousin. Isn't that neat? Well, he sent me
pictures of you a couple years ago saying he had a crush on you, and God, I
wanked to those pics every single day. Then, well, when he told me you were
coming to live in Canada, I was so happy!!"  He said applauding. He looked
twisted.

"Did you hurt John?" I asked concerned.

"No...In fact, he is right here...JOHN!" He screamed, and John climbed up a
ladder to the upper level where we were. I sighed in relief.

"John...Why?" I asked looking at him with pleading eyes. He looked away
biting his lip.

"Well, my cousin, John, is feeling bad because...well..." He said smiling
evily at John.

"DONT TELL HIM! HE DOESN'T NEED TO KNOW." John said afraid.

"You see, John raped you...I know, right? What a disgusting human being,
but I won't give him all the credit for what he did. You see, when you went
to live in Canada, he was crushed. So, after a little convincing, I told
him to come visit you, and we would throw you a surprise party. When he was
here, he was easy to manipulate. I convinced him that if you were sexually
abused, and he appeared to comfort you, you would fall in love with him."
He said with a silly pout in his mouth.

"That's why you were looking haunted...Sad, the guilty looks." I said
putting the pieces together.

"Yeah, well he is too emotional. You see, after I voiced my plan, he was
skeptical, so I had to give him a little pill to make him slightly more
open to ideas. He lost most inhibitions, and well, the plan was he would
dress up as a football player with a jersey just in case so there wouldn't
be any suspicions. Well, after we got you to the closet room, and he raped
you, Brandon came in. That pissy asshole. He punched John but John got
away. The plan was John would use you, and then it would be my turn, and
then we would take you for ourselves, baby, but after the pill's effect
passed, John felt so bad." He said with a boo hoo at the end, and John
looked downward.

"But why did you help him kidnap me?" I asked John.

"John is stupid. He is a puppet. It was all me. You see, just in case, to
rule out suspicions, I decided to mount the story that the same guy raped
me...But, the bruise you saw on my face the day you left was real. You see,
John here got so mad and blamed what he did to you on me and punched the
religion out of me and returned to England. Well, after that, at the
wedding at the lake house, I heard Brandon fuck you...I almost killed him
for touching what's mine that night." He said looking pissed.

"Bu-"

"Let me finish...Well, then while you two fucked I planted the note in your
room. Yeah, a rapist note. Then I waited till you came out so that you
could see me walk sadly and the note slip out, and well, knowing you, you
would probably want to help, but it went better. As soon as you mentioned
England, I decided to track John here. He almost had a heart attack. It
took some time, but I sent him back to Canada to deliver my notes and
stuff. He was living there for a couple months, and he came back to me and
told me what you were up to and then I sent him back so he could bring you
over. Tom's death worked in our favor. Sadly, though, I didnt have a thing
to do with it." He said frowning.

"You are a sick, sick asshole" I screamed at Kyle, and he smiled at me.

"Well, baby, just listen. John obeyed me. I told him if he didn't help, I
would tell you the truth about the rape, and he obeyed my every order. And
having custody of his little brother helps as well, and now you are
here. Isn't that a romantic story?" He said dreamy eyed. I looked over at
John who sobbed on his hand lightly.

"I can't believe it! Why would you do that?!" I screamed at him.

"Because I love you." He said walking to me. He pushed the gun under my
chin and tried to kiss me. His lips made me want to vomit.

"W-w-what do you want?" I asked looking depressed.

"Amuse me, baby." He said with a childish glint in his eyes.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Amuse me that way you'll live slightly longer." He said smiling at me.

"What?" I asked still confused.

"Hmm...Sing for me!!" He said clapping.

"No...You are sick." I said looking away. I heard the gun cock.

"I'll kill you then." He threatened angrily.

"Do it. I don't fucking care." I said obviously bluffing. He went through
so much to get me I know he won't kill me like that.

"Well then" He aimed at John, who froze.

"Dont listen to him, Ty...I deserve it." John said sobbing.

"O-o-k. Just don't hurt him." I said gulping, and he applauded.

"Yay! What are you gonna sing? No, don't tell me!! Just sing it!!" He said
with glee, the fucking sick freak.

I scanned my mind for a song that could make me forget all this, help me
relax, and maybe gain time. I have this feeling that Brandon will come for
me. I know it. That's why I left my phone recording. The rain thumped on
the ceiling of the barn.

"I need water" I said, and he nodded and gave me a glass. He smiled and
kissed my cheek making me shiver.

"Sing" He said again. The fucking rain thumping on the ceiling. I thought
of the perfect song for this asshole.

* Skyscraper - Demi Lovato *


Skies are crying
I am watching
Catching teardrops in my hands
Only silence as it's ending, like we never had a chance
Do you have to, make me feel like there is nothing left of me?

[Chorus]
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper!
Like a skyscraper!


As the smoke clears
I awaken, and untangle you from me
Would it make you, feel better to watch me while I bleed?
All my windows, still are broken
But I'm standing on my feet

[Chorus]
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper!
Like a skyscraper!

[Bridge]
Go run, run, run
I'm gonna stay right here
Watch you disappear, yeah
Go run, run, run
Yeah it's a long way down
But I am closer to the clouds up here


You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper, Oh
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground

Like a skyscraper!
Like a skyscraper!

Like a skyscraper!
Like a skyscraper!

* Skyscraper - Demi Lovato *

As soon as the song ended, the lights came back on, and there wasn't only
one person in the audience, there were tons, but they were a special
group. There in the audience stood everyone who ever hurt me, Who ever made
me fall down. Dina, Caleb, Jeff, Mark, Jerry, Drew, John, and Kyle, and
right in the middle was Brandon. He was looking at me with this
heartbreaking look as if begging for my forgiveness. The lights went off.

I woke up and heard some coughing. I was laying there fainted, and Kyle's
body had collapsed to the side, but he didnt touch me.

That's when I noticed John had a boat prow in his hand. He knocked out Kyle
before he touched me. And the feeling in my head must have been that Kyle,
while falling down, hit my head with his gun. I looked up at John with a
thank you in my eyes.

"Thanks for the distraction. Let's get the fuck out." He said hurriedly to
me. I nodded and stood up. We were about to climb the ladder when there was
a shot. John fell to the floor. He got shot, but he was alive on the
floor. I looked down, and in the cracks of the wooden floor I saw the piles
of hay under us.

"Sorry, baby...I think I'll make love to your corpse then." The sick
bastard said with a hint of a smile. The wood seemed old so when he pulled
the trigger, I jumped and put all my weight on the wood floor. It cracked,
and I fell to the pile of hay. I jumped and struggled out of it, and the
door was a couple feet away. I took my run, but I felt a need to save John,
somehow.  Kyle was already down the ladder, his gun aimed at me. I took a
few steps left from the door, and then an idea hit me.

"Shoot me then, you moron, or I'll get Brandon to fuck me in front of you."
I said. His eyes went red in anger, and he cocked the gun.

"I hate that it has to be like this." He said as he applied pressure to the
trigger. He pulled it, and I ducked. The bullet hit the hook right behind
me. The metal hook held the thick rope that held the boat in the
ceiling. The boat collapsed just as Kyle looked up at it. The boat crushed
him to the ground. That was my plan, but seeing it in action made me cover
my mouth with my hand in horror. I ran to his body,and his hand was only
visible. I kicked the gun away just in case and rushed up the ladder to the
upper level to John.

"John...Are you alright?" I asked kneeling before him. The wound was in his
stomach, and he was losing so much blood.

"Look at me." He said roughly. I looked into his eyes.

"I'm sorry." He said with a cough.

"You are going to make it, John. Don't give up on me. Okay? You made a
mistake. You'll be alright. You have to apologize to me and take me for ice
cream, ok?" I said in tears, and he smiled at me as a tear escaped his left
eyes.

"Look at me." He said as I tended his wound. My eyes met his again.

"What?" I said looking into his eyes.

"I just wanted to die...Looking into those eyes. It's a nice sight to take
with me." He said smiling, and I felt my heart warm.

"John, stop talking nonsense." I said looking at him, and my hand gently
brushed his face. He smiled at me.

"Find my little bro. He is in your house's basement. Kyle has the key...I
love you." He said, and his eyes rolled back. I sobbed and grabbed his
shirt, the heavy rain pounding on the ceiling, making that horrible sound.

"It's always you!" I screamed at the rain. You're always fucking up my
life, fucking rain. I was about to scream when I heard a noise.  I went
into fight mode thinking Kyle woke up. I grabbed Johns prow and climbed
down the ladder. The door opened, and a completly soaked Brandon walked
in. I looked at him wide eyed. The prow in my hands fell down and hit the
floor. Like in slow motion, he ran to me, his wet shirt marking every curve
on his muscular body perfectly, making him look as hot as I could ever
remember. His hands grabbed the sides of my face, and he was speaking with
tears in his eyes that were mixing with the droplets of rain running down
from his hair.

I couldn't hear what he was saying. He just stared at me, pulled my face to
his, and he kissed me hard. His lips melted into mine, making that
connection. My body ignited, my lips were on fire, and my body enhanced the
feeling. His wet, but oddly warm, arms wrapped around my waist and left my
face. He kissed me with so much need and desperation. His tongue opened my
mouth, and he battled my own tongue. My ears and my sight focused again,
and I started to hear it all clear.

"You scared me so much, love. I love you. Ok? You hear me? I LOVE YOU! Just
you, baby. There's no baby, no Dina, just you and me."  He said between
kisses.

"I love you, too." I said wrapping my arms around his neck. His warm
embrace made me feel on another planet where everything was perfect, where
my life was as perfect as it gets. His lips on mine made me shiver. His
touch burned my skin and made me aware of his love for me. I kissed those
lucious lips of his with the same hunger and the same love we both felt. I
whimpered as we started to separate.

"I love you." I said as his nose played with mine.

"I love you, too." He said kissing my lips.

"Why does the rain always bring me bad luck?" I said sadly. He wrapped his
arms around me looking at me straight in the eyes.

"No, baby...The rain is just an event." The morning sun shined on our
bodies as we looked into each others eyes. His eyes were glossy with
emotion.

"But its always bad." I said hearing the thumps of the rain. He grabbed my
hand, and we stepped out in the rain, he kissed me with one of his hands on
my back. The other keeping my face planted on his.

"It's raining, and I'm here with you. The rain brought you bad luck you
say? Well, it's raining, and I came to get you and to tell you how much I
love you...Is that bad luck?" He asked passionately. As he rested his
forehead on mine the raindrops fell on us, and I smiled...In the
rain. Something I never thought possible.

"I love you." I said smiling like a silly little boy.

"Now when it rains you smile. Ok? Because my arms will hold you through
every storm." He said smiling at me with his beautiful smile.

"Ok" I said nodding.

"Ok..."

"I love you." We both said at the same time. We kissed once more, the
feeling of our lips together was as sweet as Christmas candy. His lips
quivered with lust and love on mine. That kiss was perfect. I felt the
fireworks going crazy with Brandon's arms around me...I was on top of my
skyscraper.


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HEY GUYS, HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER. IT WAS MY PERSONAL FAVORITE, AND IM SO
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Next Chapter will be up sooon!!

Hope you really enjoyed this story, and as you may have noticed, it has
kind of a personal meaning. I hope it got to you. :D

Thanks for reading, and I hope you like my story so far. If you haven't
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About the author!

Well hi! It's me, Andy. I'm the author of this story, and I hope you are
liking it so far. In most e-mails you seem to want to know stuff about me,
like my age, hobbies, etc. Well, I'm 18 years old, I enjoy writing, as you
can imagine, I love writing poems and songs, and well, express myself
through words. I want to be a Doctor, my favorite color is blue, I looooove
ice cream, my favorite movie is Easy A, and my favorite t.v. show is
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I love Chandler, and well, I kind of have his sense of humor and that
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Andy