Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2011 15:28:57 -0700
From: Max Anderson <cagetheangel_69@hotmail.com>
Subject: loves a bitch-11

''I'm so sorry Mr Brooks, He is suffering from Post-traumatic amnesia, we
are not sure if it is short term or long term memory....but he uh, only
remembers Tyson Brooks, Parker Montgomery...I'm guessing is his mother and
Brianna Brooks and a bunch of other people...''



''W...what about me...''I asked my voice shaky, tears filled my eyes.



''I'm so sorry but Stiles doesn't seem to have any memory of ever knowing
you''.

I clutched my stomach and doubled over in pain, it was overwhelming; I
groaned in agony and tear pulled in my eyes.

"I am so terribly sorry...but I think it's best if you...uhm, just keep
your distance from Stiles until his memories have improved, because he
seems to be fluster and confused when you are around. I am terribly sorry I
know how hard this is for you, but we need stiles to get better fast and
I'm sure you do too", He squeezed my shoulder and smiled weakly at me
before walking away. I was tempted to jump on his back and snap his fucking
neck, but I sat back and stared at the ground. It's crazy how things can
change so fast...

"Bryson, hey get up I'm going to take you home, you need to rest", I heard
Braeden whisper. I hadn't even noticed he was still there, seeing him now
brought up so much emotion, I quickly wrapped my arms around him and buried
my face in his chest; my tears making a huge mess on his shirt.

"I'm so sorry about your shirt", I cried, burying my face deeper into his
chest.

"It's ok, never liked this shirt anyways", he picked me up and we walked
out of the hospital. The whole ride home, I placed my head on his lap, not
caring about the seat belt. I just needed to be near someone right now or
god I don't know what I would do. When we got home, I had slept off, and
Braeden had carried me to my room. He removed my clothes, tuck me in and
was about to leave when I grabbed his arms...I dug my finger into his arm
in desperation and whimpered. "Please stay with me...don't leave".

He pulled his shirt off and his pants and slipped into the covers with
me. I snuggled close to him and moaned. The heat radiating of him was so
comforting. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to me; if I
were to pull any closer he would enter me.

"I'm here Bry...not going anywhere" he whispered softly against my neck,
pulling back to look at my face. His face inches away from my mine; he
leaned in for a kiss. But I turned my head and shook it, but he turned it
back to him and placed a soft kiss on my lips. His soft, warm lips molded
with mine, I sighed in content and smiled weakly when he pulled back. He
leaned in again and traced his tongue on my bottom lip slowly; I parted my
lips slightly and leaned in. We kissed for a while, it was nice and
breathtaking, I still loved him, I could tell by the frantic beating of my
heart...but it wasn't "HIM".

I turned around, his hard body spooning me. I could feel his hard on
against my butt, I could tell it was freaking huge and thick. I smiled and
giggled "I can feel your boner hehe".

He chuckled lightly and whispered against my neck, "You do this to me Bry,
You make me hard, so hard sometimes it fuckin hurts...you ever wanted
something so bad, it drove you mad, made you feel frustrated and
unsatisfied, made you jack off 3 times in the guys bathroom in school
because you brushed past him and his arm touched yours...well that's how I
feel babe".

I didn't know what to say to that, so I just snuggled closer against him
and prayed to God that everything would be ok...even though I knew it
wouldn't be.

I woke up around 3:00 am in the morning, panting heavily, I had a
nightmare. I looked over to see if Braeden was still beside me...he was,
and fuck did he look so cyute! His hair was crazy messy and his hands where
tucked under his chin. I smiled at him and lay back down on the bed, but I
couldn't sleep. "HE" was on my mind...and what ifs where swimming through
my mind. What if "HE" never remembers me? What if "HE" ends up with my
brother Tyson? What if "HE" remembers me but our "relationship" is so
strained that we slowly grow apart? With all these questions going through
my head and Braeden confusing my feelings, I felt suffocated so I got up
and went upstairs to the kitchen, I noticed the light was on and someone
was down there. Mom was heating up some left over Chinese take-out. The
smell was delicious and my stomach growled in response. I didn't notice
until now that I hadn't eaten anything since morning.

"Can I has some please", I smiled weakly at her. Knowing she hated it when
I didn't talk correctly.

"Sure baby...how are you feeling?" she walk towards me and wrapped he arms
around me. Ugh a mothers warm embrace, there's nothing better than it. I
dug my face into her chest and cried.

"It hurts Mom, a lot and I miss him so much, and he hates me...it's not
fair", I cried into her chest.

 "I know baby, but he does not hate you...infact its quite the opposite,
when me and Parker stayed with him last night, he kept...moaning your
name...saying he had to find you and that he needs you, but then he wakes
up and it's like he has no idea who you are again. Don't worry baby it'll
all get better in time...He will remember you", She stroked my hair and
pulled me tighter to her.

Knowing that he did that made me cry harder because he can't find me and he
needs me, it's like he's in pain and I can't do anything about it and it
fucking blows.

After I finished eating my mom went back upstairs saying she had to be with
Parker right now, that she is just devasted. I hadn't even thought about
Parker and how this was affecting her, I was going to come up with her but
she said No that I had to eat something and that Parker wasn't really in
the mindset to talk or listen to anyone. She just wanted peace and quiet so
she can process all this. I sat down and scarfed down my food. After eating
I sat there and pulled up my shirt and stared at my scars they were still
fresh, so fresh it was still red, bleeding and raw, I really needed to
clean my wounds more better, maybe I'll get some Polysporin. I know it's
pretty dumb but I had carved Braeden and Stlies's name right on where my
heart lay. I heard a surprised gasp and I looked up to see Braeden
shirtless only in boxer that hung so low I could see the top of his pubic
mound, his face was a mixture of sympathy, anger, disgust and love. Shit.

I quickly pulled my shirt, but he got to me before I could and yanked it
off me. He fell to his knees and tentatively reach out and touch his name
on my chest. I flinched at the cold touch and tried to avoid his gaze.

"Why...why in the hell would you do this to yourself Bryson...I...can't
even...I don't get...what...I just don't..."he whispered as he placed his
head on my lap to hide his tears. I raked my hand through his hair. "I'm
sorry, I was so drunk and high and-"

"What?!" He shot up and looked at me like I had grown two heads.

"I'm so sorry, you weren't supposed to know that", I whispered and started
to pick one of the scabs on my wrist.

"Well, I do now and I can't believe you did that...I mean...what is wr-"

He grabbed my wrist and yanked hard on it, to stop me from picking the scab
but it was too late. It had already started to bleed.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU GODAMMIT, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS...DO YOU
LIKE PAIN THIS MUCH!" he yelled furiously, I'm surprised no one heard. His
grip on my wrist was staring to hurt like crazy; I fed on the pain like a
hungry predator. He shook me violently, trying to get me to answer him but
I just stared at those once beautiful green eyes, they were dull now and he
had bags under his eyes. He was exhausted. I did this to him. I'm hurting
him, just like I hurt stiles. It's better if I let him go, hurt him before
I hurt him...I know it sounds confusing but I had to.

"I want you to leave now!" I said bitterly. I looked up at him with a stony
glare and tried pulled my hands from his vice-like grip. But he held
tighter.

"NO!" he snarled at me.]

"You either hit me, or leave NOW!"

"What?!"

"Hurt me, punch me, kick me, slap me I don't care just do something to hurt
me so I can forget the pain, take the fucking pain away, please I need
this. Just this once Braeden, I'm begging you". I kept talking begging and
pleading, he was going crazy, he shooked his back and forth and whispered
"Stop it...this isn't you, this is not my Bryson, why are you doing this to
me...to yourself, to everyone who loves you...is it because of
"HIM". Stiles doesn't love you, he doesn't even remember you. HE ALMOST
KILLED YOU!" He said, his voice filled with an unusual coldness. It scared
me.

"Yes he does...he loves me, he does I know it, he loves me, like you love
me".

"No, he doesn't, he's a fucking coward who doesn't know shi-"

I slapped him across the face. But before I could respond, he backhanded me
too, the pain cut through my cheek like ice. I gasped and touched my cheek,
it was bleeding. I looked at him through watery eyes, my breath caught in
my throat.

"Oh...oh god, I...I...didn't mean to do that, I am so sorry...Bryson", he
kept apologizing as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to
him. I wasn't mad at him, I asked for it and I got it.

"It's ok, I'm ok, I'm sorry...just don't hate me" I pressed my face in his
neck as he picked me up.

"I would never hate you, I love you too much. He walked up the stairs and
into my room. Putting me down, he went into the bathroom and came out with
a wet towel. He placed it against my wet cheek and wipes the blood off it,
doing the same thing to my chest where I had carved their names. Putting
the towel on the floor, he climbs into the bed under the cover and I
quickly snuggled close to him stealing all his warmth.

It was pretty quiet after that, I didn't know what to say to him and I
think he was already asleep, I had drained him.

"You know...I think you should get help, you know like someone to talk to,
because this isn't healthy Bry, you carved my fucking name to your chest" I
was about to interrupt when he talked over me. "And yes, I know you were
hammered and high but that's still no excuse that shit stays with you
forever, the scar will fade but it will never completely be gone"

"I know, but I don't regret it, not at all...in a weird way it makes me
feel kind of close to you guys" I rested my head on his stomach and stared
up at him.

"I don't even know what to say...it's like I get you...understand you but
at the same time, you are so fucking confusing to me". He reached out his
neck and unclasped his necklace-of all the years of staring at him and
following him in the halls so I could bump into him, I never noticed that
he wore a necklace- Then put it around my neck, it was silver chain with a
ring and a small ball in the middle of it. It looked really familiar.

"I've seen this somewhere before..." I whispered more to myself that to
him.

"You don't remember..." I shook my head twirling the little ball in my
hand. "k when we were in grade 2 and Lenny Dell pull my pants down when I
was hanging off the monkey bars".

"HAHAHA yes, I remember you were so pissed you decked the little runt"

"Ya then remember when you looked at me, my pants were still around my
ankles and you just looked at me with those eyes and I felt myself already
getting hard, then you looked down at my junk and I became so hard, it
hurt. You kept your gaze right there; you didn't even try and look away or
pretend when I caught you, you just kept staring. Then you fucking licked
your lips and I came right there, nothing came out, it was intense but I
fell back and they all started laughing at me. Then you ran towards me and
helped me pull up my pants and we ran and ran until we got to the woods
behind Old man Foster farm. And you wrapped your arms around me and I cried
on your arm".

I smiled remembering how bad I felt for him "I gave you that pendant, it
was one of the charms connected to my dad's key chain. I told you that as
long as you had that pendant we would always be together. That's what dad
told me before he passed. I felt like I HAD to give it to you, you know,
like if I didn't then it's like you wouldn't exist".

"There wasn't a day that charm was on me...be it in my pocket or in my
backpack, I didn't care I just had to have it close to me. I would stay up
some night just holding in my hands staring at it...remembering when you
gave it to me, the smile on your face...that bright innocent twinkle in
your eyes...remember the nickname you gave me." He bit his lips and looks
down at me.

"What?" I smiled.

"I want you..." he whispered.

"Shut up". I pushed me playfully.

"No but I'm serious Bryson, I want you, I want to be with you, I want to be
your boyfriend...your lover. I know this is going to sound so ga...I mean
corny but screw it I don't care" He pulled me against him and started "I
want to be your savior; you know the one that shelters you from all the
bull shit, all this pain. I want to be the one to say to anyone at
school...yep that my boyfriend Bryson Brooks everyone, Mine! I want to have
scratches all that my back...and have the boys on the football team ask me
how I got that...and I will say from my boyfriend...he's a little
firecracker. I want to give you hickeys...you know mark my territory. Let
everyone know I own you, your mine...no one else's. All mine Bry...so what
do you say be my boyfriend? He put my hands gently his and kissed every
finger.

I sighed heavily and pressed my face against his hard muscular chest. I
deserved happiness for once...even though it's not with "HIM''. I love
Braeden the same way I love Stiles. I wish I could have both of them...

"I want to be with you too", I smiled bashfully.

The smile on his face was...wow it actually knocked the breath out of
me...he hadn't smiled like that since the day at the lake. God was he
beautiful.

"You do realize you just made me the happiest man alive".

"Just shut up and kiss me fool"

He smiled and leaned in his soft luscious ass lips came in contact with
mine...FIREWORKS!-and let me tell the fireworks on the 4th of July can't
compare to this fireworks-I whimpered as his tongue glided against my own,
I totally lost myself in this pure sensation as my mouth was thoroughly
explored. I pulled back and looked up at him...god you guys I'm telling you
this now... A firm sculptured body, bulging muscles roped evenly on his 6
foot 2 inch frame. Cold midnight blue eyes that drew you into their liquid
depths. Firm lips and a sharp jaw line, dudes don't even get me started
with those cheekbones. Or his dimples so deep...you could pour water on
them and I could bet my last buck the water wouldn't drip. Bulging biceps
that could lift you to cloud nine. Pectorals and abdominal muscles that
were flawless, even when viewed with a mask of clothing. WHAT AN ADONIS! He
was PERFECT! And he was mine...I love the idea to death...but there was
still that little voice at the back of my head that keep saying "What about
Stiles", but I pushed it out of my head.He leaned back against the
headboard of the bed. My legs are now on either side of him. I get on top
of him kissing him. I loved feeling his body touching mine; especially the
way the warmth just came off of him. I pulled back and lifted his
sweatshirt over his head and threw it up on the floor. He was only wearing
a tank top. He put his hand to the bottom of my shirt and lifts it up a
little revealing my non-existent 6-pack. He rubs his left hand slow up and
down each ripple. The tingle from his fingers drove me crazy. I take over
and pull my shirt over my head and throw it up front too. I lean back down
on top of him driving my tongue into his mouth. He digs his fingers into my
pant's waistline pulling my waist into his. I feel my hard-on rubbing
against my pants and I feel his through mine, the heat almost burning a
hole through his jeans and mine. I slowly gyrate up and down causing him to
moan.  I hear him growl in frustration as he tries to pull my boxer of me,
I giggle at his discomfort and help him by pulling my knees up so he can
get them off easily. I sit back down and unbutton his pants and push his
underwear down. His dick pops up slapping his tank top covered
stomach. It's thick as a fucking beer can, and it was long, probably what 9
inches of pure Penisy *(is that even a word?)* goodness...there is no
fucking way that shits going up my ass-ha that came out so wrong...Yuk!
He's un-circumcised and so fucking beautiful; I pull the skin back and
stare at the sensitive purple head. I pressed my finger on the head of it
and he thrust his hip up and kind of makes a sound between a tortured cry
and a whimpering dog...so fucking cute.  I slid of his legs and blew my
breath on the head of his now leaking cock, his leg jerked and he looked
down at me, his eyes watering from the intensity.He managed to croak out
"You're killing me hear Bryson, pleas suck it...I'll do anything you want
me to do, hell I'll wear a fucking two-piece to school...just please suck
my fucking cock...please babe"I smiled at him and stuck my tongue and lick
the head of his cock, all the while holding our eyes contact. I twirled my
tongue around the head of his cock and was rewarded with a mouthful of
precum. I slowly wrapped my lips around the head and sucked hungrily at it,
he went mad, he growled and raked his hands though my hair, saying my name
over and over again. I kept sucking, trying to put the whole length into my
mouth. I gagged and tried again but I gagged. Fuck! "It's ok you don't have
to take it all, ha-ha it's pretty huge I know, no one has ever succeeded at
it...just take your time baby, I love everything you're doing". He smiled
leaning down to kiss my lips softly."No one has ever succeeded at
it"...does that mean he's been with other people...well no shit of course
he has he's fucking Braeden Salverda. But still that fucking bugged me, I
wanted to be different from the "others". I want to be his "ONE and
ONLY".So I took a deep breath and dove in, relaxing my throat and he went
in past my tonsils, I could feel him throbbing in my throat. He gasped and
said " Oh, god I can't fucking believe it...you took all, you fucking took
it all. God that's so beautiful, my little man". I kept bobbing my head up
and down while breathing through my nose, it felt like if I didn't get him
off then the whole world would end...like my only goal and only will was to
get my big man off. He placed his hands on my head and held it still and
started thrusting up slow at first, but when I gently scraped my nails
against the underside of his balls, he just went crazy and started
thrusting fast, and I could tell he was really close." Here it come Bry,
I'm going to come in your mouth babe...oh god...here it comes...open wide
baby, uh...uh..Shit!!!!", he thrusted one more time and emptied his
ridiculously sweet load in my mouth. It was a lot almost 12 spurt and I
tried very hard to swallow all of it but, it leaked out the corners of my
mouth. He collapse onto the bed and looks down at me smiling "fuck can't
believe you're all mine". He reached over the bedside table to grab his
cell phone...oh god!"W...what are you doing?" I gasped and pulled back
thinking he was going to send this to his friends. "Oh...uh taking a
picture." I looked at him with hurt in my eyes. " Oh no baby...this is only
for my eyes only, I need this for when I get home", he smiled and winked at
me. I slid up against him and kiss him giving him a taste of his own spunk,
he groaned and lick at the side of my lips that still has his seed smeared
on. "God I've tasted my cum before...but it taste better from your mouth".I
smiled and snuggled close to him. "What about you babe...?" "Na...Too tired
,maybe tomorrow, plus I wanted this to be just for you". "I love you...so
fuckin much it scares me", he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me
close to him. "I love you too Shark", I whispered...remembering the
nick-name I had given to him, when we hung out at his mom's house and she
put us in the tub to clean up...she learned to never leave 4 year olds
alone in the kitchen with chocolate syrup on the table, we could reach it
because we were so short but with team work, we got and started drinking it
from the bottle. Braeden had been the one to squirt it on me, he smiled and
stuck his tongue out at me. I ran towards home giving him a big hug rubbing
the syrup on him...next I know we are both naked on the floor covered in
syrup. His mom was so mad, but he couldn't hold back the laughter when she
saw us on the floor. She had picked us up and put us in the tub filled with
bubble bath soap. His mom had washed his hair and pulled it up so he looked
like he had a mo-hawk. But I thought he looked like a shark so scream out
"SHARK SHARK SHARK", and ever since then it had stuck to him...but we sort
of stop hanging out...idk why, we were still too young to know why but we
stopped going to over to each other house. We were like stranger with
history. Over the next two week me and Braeden got closer than ever, we
came out in school and some people accepted us because well...because he
was Braeden. While other gave us looks but never did or say anything. I was
accepted by his friends...well guy friends, the girls were just confusing,
creepy and weird. Stiles was doing pretty good and he was going to be out
of the hospital soon, I hadn't gone to see him since that day, but I had to
today my mom forced me. She said his dreams, he kept asking for me, it got
so bad sometime that he literally was in tears screaming, crying and
trashing around on his bed...but when he woke up...the same thing he has no
idea who I was. "Do you have to see him", Braeden asked as he pulled over
at the hospital. "Yes Shark...I have to, don't worry I'll be fine" His
nickname had been hard to remember but very easy to get used to, I couldn't
stop calling him that. Even his friends made fun of him for it, but he
didn't care. He told them to fuck off, that he was and always will be my
Shark...my only Shark. "Oh I know, I know...just promise me, you'll come
back to me", he whispered, resting his forehead against mine.

"Of course I will, you're my Shark". I smiled at him before leaning in to
kiss him. The fireworks? Still better than 4th of July.

I got out of the car and sighed heavily, walking in, I asked to see Stiles,
on the nurses showed me to his room. I walked in to see him lying in bed,
he was asleep. He looks so peaceful, with a hint of a smile creeping
on...it was like, I don't know like he knew I was heard. I walked over to
his bed and leaned in to kiss him head.

" Brooks..." he sighed before opening his eyes.

Merry Christmas! J Hope you enjoy this chapter it's actually one of my fav.

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