Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2011 01:23:45 -0700
From: Max Anderson <cagetheangel_69@hotmail.com>
Subject: loves a bitch-12

"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.

"Hey", I whispered.

"Hey..." he smiled weakly, sitting up. HE FUCKING REMEMBERS ME! AHHHH <3
"You're Tyson's brother...Bryson right?" or...NOT!

"Uhm...ya, that's me...Tyson's brother." I looked down at my hands and
quickly looked for a fresh scab I could pick...the pain in my chest was
crushing me...I couldn't breathe.

"Ya...thought so, you look a lot like him...a little younger though...it's
weird I don't remember you but everyone else it's like their family. "I
flinched at the word...it's like I'm a stranger to him and fuck did it
hurt.

"But what about I don't know...moments when I'm involved with the people
you uh do remember".

"Blank spots I guess, like when Tyson took me...or I guess us to the
amusement park, I remember being with him, but there's a lot of like blank
spots where I don't remember and it's so confusing. Drives me nuts."

"Oh..."

"I'm sorry... I feel like I'm excluding you...making you
feel...unimportant, but I hope you know I don't think so. I mean you are my
boyfriend's brother. "He smiled at me and winked.

I gasped and clutched chest, the fucking pain hit me with such a blinding
force. I fell to my knees and started coughing.

"Oh god...I'm sorry. You didn't know...oh shit, do you need a nurse...wait
of course you need a n-"

"NO! Uhm...no, I don't need a nurse, I'm fine. I just need to use the
bathroom" I quickly walked into the bathroom, before he could reply.

I sat on the floor in the bathroom and clutched at my chest again...it felt
like I had these holes in my heart every time...I'm reminded of the fact
that he doesn't remember me. My heart was like Swiss cheese now.

I crawled over to the sink and slowly stood up and braced myself against
the counter. I quickly took out my razor and opened it from the case, I
pressed the cold sharp metal against my skins and pressed down until I drew
blood and slowly and deeply slid the blade across my wrist. The blood
pooled around my wrist and dripped on the floor, the sharp sting helped me
calm down. A loud knock against the door startled me. "Hey...uh Bryson, are
you ok in there", he was panting, his breathing was laboured. Oh god was he
standing...what a dummy; he's not fit to be on his feet. I quickly placed
my razor back in its protective case and wipe the floor with a paper towel
and opened the door. Stiles was on his knees, breathing heavily, his hands
clutch tightly to the I.V stand. I quickly wrapped my arms around him and
tried to pick him up, but holy shit he was like three times my size. Maybe
I should start going to Gym class.

"What the hell...", I heard Tyson say, before he quickly ran over to us and
picked stiles up in one arm and the iv stand in the other and put him back
in bed. Stupid ass fool...ya we get you're strong, you've got tree trunk
for arms but fuck you my shark has bigger arms that you asshole...k what
the hell was I seriously comparing my boyfriends arms to my brother's eww!

"I'm sorry, I thought he was hurt", Stiles sighed and pulled Tyson on the
bed with him and buried his face in chest. Tyson wrapped his arms around
him and kissed his head. "Its ok baby, just don't get up again...Are you
okay Bryson...you don't look hurt".

FUCK YOU! OF-COURSE I'M HURT YOU SHRIMP DICKED FUCKER! I'M IN MORE PAIN
THAT I CAN MANAGE...YOU TOOK HIM FROM ME, YOU DIDNT EVEN TALK TO ME, and
YOU JUST WALKED IN HERE WITH YOU'RE FISH SMELLING BREATHE AND TOOK HIM FROM
ME!

Of course I didn't say that, I said "Oh...uh ya I'm ok, I'm going to go
now", I said picking up my backpack.

"Wait you don't have to go, you can still stay...I mean are we making you
uncomfortable with the whole gay thing", Stile said, turning to looks at
me.

"Ha! Uh no...I'm gay too...it's no big deal I just have to...uh go be
somewhere right now".

"Oh, k cool...wait is that blood on your sleeve"? Stiles asked.

Uh fuck me sideways "UHM...ya I guess I'll clean it up when I get home". I
looked over at Tyson and I could see the concern in his face...he knew I
was cutting. Screw him...he can stick his concern up him stupid nasty
asshole.

"No way, you're on a hospital...you might as well get it clean up here",
Stiles pressed on.

"No really I'm ok...I need to leave like right now...so bye", I quickly ran
out of the room before he could say anything else. FREE-FUCKING-DOM!

"Het Bryson wait up bro", I heard Tyson yell, running towards me. Uh mother
fucking balls! I was so close.

"WHAT?!" I snapped.

He flinched and sighed "Look I'm sorry Bryson...I...I honestly don't know
what to say. I know how hard this is for you. But that gives you no excuse
to do this...cutting. I mean it's really dangerous".

"FUCK YOU! I hate you...you think I gives two shits what you think...he
took him from me. You're apologizing...WOW! And then you have the audacity
to tell me what to do...go eat your shit, it's your fucking fault...I'm
doing this. YOU ARE MY BROTHER, YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THERE FOR ME...BUT
NO YOU'RE FUCKING THE GUY I LOVE!" I screamed at him, I ran out of the
hospital before he could day anything else...boy did that feel good. But I
did feel bad for yelling at him. Curse my kind heart!

I went to school the next day, looking forward to seeing my shark...men I
really missed him. Speak of the fucking devil, he was walking towards me,
he looked so fucking hot. He had on these dark blue jeans that looked so
hot...damn those thighs...I'm pretty sure countries went to war over those
meaty thighs. He was wearing a nice blue plaid shirt...that really
complemented those baby blues. He had his letterman jacket swung over his
shoulder. I stared at it hungrily...I really wished I could wear. So I
could be like "THAT'S RIGHT BTICHEZ BRAEDEN-MUTHERFCKING-SALVERDA IS
MINE...SO BACK THE FUCK UP OR YOU'RE EYES WILL BE STARING UP AT YOU FROM
THE FLOOR.

"You do realize you just raped with your eyes", he whispered in my ear and
kissed my neck.

I giggled and blushed like a stupid school girl "shut up..."

"Hey not nice...lunch?" He asked.

"uhm...sure but where do you want to go...see I was thinking Wendy's...but
I feel like Sub-Way it may be a bit father but it's so worth it. But hey
it's your call...so long as it's Sub-Way", I laughed, closing my locker and
hugging him tight.

"Well, I was thinking we could...uh eat with my friends...for lunch, but
hey it's your call...so long as it's lunch with my friends", he looked at
me trying to keep a straight.

"Fine, but remember this I loathe you".

"Hhah, I love you too baby...here", he reach around me and put his
letterman jacket around me "I have a football game today and I need my good
luck charm to wear it". He winked at me and pulled me towards the
cafeteria. AHHH! I have his jacket on, so fucking hot! It smelt just like
him, vanilla...yumm! Not cherry and mint but...shut it mind, why are you
even talking!

Omg...I need help I'm actually arguing with my mind.

"Bryson, hey...hello!" someone was waving their hands in front of my face.

"Hunh...oh hi sorry", I sobered up and sat down beside Braeden and smiled
bashfully.

"He's so fucking cute!" I heard Markus say, he was pretty hot, if Braeden
or Stiles didn't exist...I so would go for him. He had wavy blonde hair and
really light blue eyes that looked almost silver, the outside ring was
dark. His lashes were dark though, most people say he dyed his hair but I
think it's just the way he was born. He was really tall and very strong, he
was Braeden's best-friend and he was really sweet and funny...total goof.

"Hey, back off D, he's mine", Braeden joked putting his arms around
me...but I could tell there was a slight warning in his voice. He squeezed
tightly before letting me go, only to place his hand on my thigh.

"Whoa, calm it shark, I was only teasing him", Markus slowly winked at me
and smiled.

"Dean...really, no one calls me that except Bry" Braeden laughed and
smacked him in the back of the head.

"Hey! He doesn't mind...do you?" he leaned in really close and smiled at
me.

"...uh..."

"Oh my god, stop it D, you're making him nervous". I still don't understand
why everyone called Markus, Dean...I honestly preferred Markus.

"Fine...I'll just figure out a nickname for him...that only I can call
him..." we all ignore him and went back to talking and laughing.

At one point he screamed out "PUMPKIN", we all turned and looked at him
like he had two heads."...wait no too common", he whispered to himself and
kept thinking of other names, he's so cute...in a non- attractive way, I
mean c'mon really crushing on my boy-friend's best friend. RIDICULOUS!

The bell rang so we all back up our stuff and headed to class...ahhh
History! Yay...who doesn't love learning about old dead people whose action
made a huge impact on our world today.

"Oooo, I got it... Brooks, I'll call you Brooks", Markus said triumphantly,
as he leaned against my locker. I gasped and dug fingernails into my
palms...fuck...just when I thought I was getting better. I bit my down hard
on my lip, to prevent myself from crying, I missed him calling me that, I
missed him. Markus noticed my expression and raised an eyebrow in
confusion.

"Uh...I have to got the bathroom", I stuttered, I was about to walk away
when I felt Braeden pull me back. Fully aware of what I was going to do in
the bathroom. I struggled and tried to pull away but he just held on
tighter.

"Markus...what the hell is wrong with you?!" Braeden snarled at him.

"What...what did I do, and what wrong with him", he cried looking nervous
and scared.

"Let me go", I shrieked, I could already feel the hot tears pooling at
eyes. I gave up and pressed my body in his and started bawling my eyes out.

"Oh, god why is he crying...are you okay Brooks" he knelt down and tried to
wipe my tears "Brooks...brooks talk to me"

I cringed violently at the name and managed to croak out "Please make him
stop"

"Markus...fuck go beat up a nerd or something!" Braeden yelled in
frustration and pick me up and pulled me against him. I pressed my face in
the crook of his neck and started crying again, I was literally in
hysterics and my crying was starting to attract attention as about half the
school where staring at us.

"K what the hell, did I say anything wrong...Brooks I didn't mean to offend
you, I'm sorry", he apologized. I felt bad for him...he didn't know what he
was saying and yet Braeden acted like he did and yelled at him. I felt him
put me down and grab Markus by the shirt and pulled him to an empty
classroom, I could hear the shouting and arguing.

I stood there, with a tear stained face looking at the gathered people in
the halls.

"Fag", I heard someone say. "Queer" another said. "Cocksucker!" "Dick
breath". They all threw these insults at me, like I was worthless and at
that moment I did feel worthless. I though they accepted me...but no they
accepted Braeden because he was like their God, but I was a nobody, I was
stealing their God from them and boy did that piss them off. Suddenly
someone threw water bottle at me and totally soaked me, then another person
threw pudding at me...chocolate pudding. My favourite...why waste that
shit!

Before I knew it almost everyone started throwing food at me and calling me
names...I tried to get help from Braeden but he couldn't hear and he was
busy scolding a clueless and innocent Markus. I picked up my backpack and
ran outside, towards Old Man Foster's Farm. I looked behind me; luckily no
one was following me. I knew Old Man Foster hated when people trespassed on
his property but fuck it I don't care. I needed to get to the lake, it was
my sanctuary. And not even that old ass fart was going to keep me from
there.

"GET OFF MA FUCKING LAND YEH, WORTHLESS DISEASED MUTANT!" oh great the Old
Fart caught me; I turned around to see him walking towards me. He was
creepy as hell. His skin was pale and scaly, he had like no hair and he had
a gimp hand and also limped.

"OH CALM YOU'RE DRIED UP DUSTY NUTS, YOU MALNURISHED STINKY OLD SACK OF
SHIT!" I shot back before walking of his land. I heard him mumble something
about God taking his life before the next generation of kids were created.

You`ll be dead before then alright!, I finally got to the lake and sat down
looking around me to see if anyone was coming, I pulled out my razor
case. After cutting, it felt like I was high; I sighed and fell back,
closed my eyes and dozed off for a while.

I was suddenly pulled off my butt and onto someone`s lap, before I could
scream, I felt a pairs of warm lips press hard against mine. Shark.

He wrapped his arms around my tightly and kissed me like, he`s never kissed
me before, his tongue invaded my mouth. I could feel his hot breathe
against my face, he growled, when I dug my fingernails into his neck. The
kiss wasn't sexual, it was desperate, needing, wanting, scared, relief,
frustration all wrapped up into one big wet one.

I pulled back and started crying again "I'm sorry Shark...they hate me and
I thought they actually liked me...the thing they said...I...I couldn't
stand it...it hurt too much...a...and I know you hate it when I cut but I
had to...I really did, please don't hate me shark...I love you...I swear
I'll stop...just give me time...I promise, I just don't want you to hate me
please...shark I'm-"

He interrupted my speech with another kiss then pulled back "I would NEVER
hate you, I promise you...you scared me baby, you now that, I couldn't find
you anywhere and I noticed the front of your locker had food stuck to it
and the floor was soiled and wet...and shit I couldn't breathe, I screamed
your name almost 30 times before this little freshman told me you ran out
of the school. I tried really hard to think of a place you would go...then
I remember the lake...our lake and here I am...shit I'm so glad to see
you...fuck everyone else...it's YOU and ME against the world baby." He
kissed me once more before removing my soiled shirt and covering me up in
his letterman jacket. I was so warm and safe that I couldn't keep my eyes
opened and ended dozing off against him.

When I woke up, I was in a room...freaking huge ass room, I got up and
looked around, it looked like a normal teenage room, I noticed the clothes
and the candy wrappers on the floor...ahhh a boy's room. On the bedside
table was a picture of Shark...and me in the tub, I smiled and picked it
up. Held to close to my chest and sighed. So this was Shark's room, I've
never been to his room before, not since I was like 4, and I don't remember
it being this big.

I walked out of his room and looked around, shit this place is like a
fucking mansion. I knew allot about Braeden but I didn't know his house was
this huge, from outside it's looked big but wow!

I walked down the LONG flight of stairs and heard someone in the kitchen. I
walked in to see Braeden pulling out lasagne from the oven in his boxers,
my mouth watered...I don't which made my mouth water, Shark clad in
boxers...or that sweet delicious looking lasagne that was oozing cheese.

"Hey baby, you're awake, how you feeling?" he didn't even give me a chance
to reply, he wrapped his arms around me and pressed his lips hard against
mine. I traced my tongue against his lips and he opened his mouth, I bit
down on his bottom lips and pulled. He groaned and carried me back up to
his room.

He placed me back on the bed and leaned to kiss me one more time, before he
started his journey down my neck.A shiver of ecstasy ran through me when he
slid his lips down the contour of my neck, stopping to kiss the hollow of
my throat, he started sucking on my neck...marking his territory as he
called it. He kissed his way down my chest all the while his hand moved
down the body to rest at the tautness of my nipple, awakening sensuous
feelings. I inhaled a quick breath and tossed my head back when his mouth
captured my nipple and first suckling on it and then nibbling it. He did
the same with the other nipple, before slowly making a wet trail down my
flat belly till he reached my pubic mound. I could feel his hot breathe on
the head of my dick, I gasped and thrusted my hip forward. He took the
whole length in his mouth and starting sucking hard on it, I groaned and
thrashed around on the bed. "HOLY SHIT! You're like a fucking vacuum...I
think I'm going to cum soon...more like now", I panted.Suddenly, his door
slammed open...Markus, that stupid cute fucker, Braeden turned his head
towards the door, my dick slipped out of his mouth and his stubble cheeks
scraped my very sensitive dick and I exploded on his face. He turned back
towards me in surprise and his chin scraped my dick again, I cried out in
pain and pleasure and passed out from that intense feeling.

When I woke up, I groaned out in pain, my freaking dick hurt. I felt
someone placed a cold towel against my forehead; I looked up to see
Markus. "Really, sorry about everything, the nick-name and...Uh...walking
in on you and Braeden", he smiled sheepily and bit his lips...could you be
any fucking cuter!

"It's ok...you didn't know about that", I smiled bashfully and looked down
to see Braeden smiling at me.

"How you feeling babe?" he grabbed the towel from Markus and cleaned up the
dried cum on my stomach, in doing so the towel grazed my uber sensitive
dick.

"Very tender..."I hissed.

"Ha-ha sorry"

I blushed like crazy when I realized that Markus was sitting right beside
with my dick hanging out, I quickly grab the cover and pulled it up to
cover my body...in the process I scraped my dick again, I jerked and sucked
in my breath.

"Ha-ha awww, he's shy...I think you should give him a pair of boxers before
his dick falls off" Markus laughed...getting a pillow thrown at him.

"Why the hell are you here anyways?" braeden said getting up to get a pair
of boxers for me.

"oh...well I came up with a nickname...because I was thinking butterfly was
too gay...no offense, then I thought hey what about pancake, but that would
make me want to eat you every time I'm hungry...then I remembered your name
is Bryson Alexander Dylan...uhm your last name. I hate the name Dylan
because that's my brother's name and I hate that fag...again no offense. So
I decided...Hey what about Lex...but it sound queer...sorry. And then I
changed it to Rex!" He ranted on.

"Rex?" me and Braeden said simultaneously, smiling he turned to me and
winked... fuck I love him, he's so freaking cute!

"Ya...like a dinosaur". He said jumping on the bed and lay down beside and
started playing with my hair.

"I remind you of a dinosaur?"

"Yep...well sort of...I mean you are so fucking cute, I could die and
you're like the perfect cuddle partner", he smiled at me.

"Uhm..."

"K, I'm going to pretend you didn't just compare my boyfriends to a
dinosaur", Braeden laughed.

"What...he's a cute dinosaur" Markus argued.

"Uhm...I'm not sure dinosaurs are cute...I mean they are like reptiley and
all mean and vicious and they like to eat people" I retorted.

"...I just wanted to give a nick-name", he gave me the cutest look ever.

"But if you really like it...I guess my nick-name is Rex"

"YES! Suck my fat 10-inch cock...Braed!" Markus yelled. Wow he's hung! Stop
it Bryson!

"Not if my life depended on it, ass-wipe" Braeden yelled back.

"What if Rex's life depended on it?" he smiled knowing he won the little
quarrel.

"Well then pulled your shorts down Mr Dean...but remember if you try to
force it down my throat...I've got teeth and I'm also very familiar with
the famous SGTP!"

"Hunh?"

"SLAP, GRAB, TWIST AND PULL", he demonstrated in the air.

Markus cringed and slid closer towards me. "Not cool man...that's like
wrong...you can't do shit like that...you're breaking like 10 rules in the
Bro Bible"

"I'm sorry man, Bro hug?" Braeden spread his arms and smiled at him.

"Oh...Fuck", he ran over to Braeden and they hugged.

I just sat there and stared at them in amusement and confusion. "You guys
are fucking weird", I muttered.

They looked at me and grinned...I knew what was coming I could see it in
Shark's face...oh no.

"No, don't even think ab-"

 Before I could finish my sentence about 450 pounds of sweet sinewy muscled
landed on me and tickled me.

"WAIT...STOP YOU GUYS...AHHHH QUIT IT, THAT FUCKING TICKLES", I hate being
tickled...it doesn't feel good, it hurts...yet ya can't help but
laugh. Confusing I know.

"Hey, is that blood...what the hell have you guys been doing?" Markus said,
as he sat and help up the sheets

"Oh no, it's probably from when I cut myself", it came out of my mouth
before I could realize what I said.

He looked at me like I had grown 5 heads...then got up and started pacing
the room.

"K, calm down Dean, you weren't supposed to know that" braeden tried to
calm him down.

"WHAT THE FUCK YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS, how can you be ok with this, you're
fucking sitting there and watching him kill himself", he yelled at him.

"you think I fucking like it...you think I like knowing the boy I love is
hurting himself...fuck no, but I let him do it, because he can't help
it...it's his way of surviving and I'm going to help him stop...I'm going
to get him some help"

"I'm going to stop...I...promise Markus, I know it looks bad but it's not
so bad", I whispered, playing with my shirt tail.

"Whatever man...I'm out of here", he said, before storming out. I jumped
when I heard the front door slam.

"I...I'm sorry", I said to Braeden who had now sat on the bed with his head
in his hands. I crawled over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Not your fault babe...it's just complicated...hey c'mon got to take you
home before your mom kills me. I'm a really bad influence on you...you know
making you skip class".

"I don't care what we do...so long as you're with me" I kissed his cheeks
and got up.

It's been 3 months since me and Braeden started dating and things are
fucking great. Markus isn't mad at me anymore...turns out his sister had
died because she used to cut herself and one day she cut too deep and bled
to death on her bed. It scared me to know that, but won't change my
mind...I know what a dumbass...but it the only way I can survive I
guess. Anyways Stiles is back home and doing pretty good, he's all healed
up but he's not allowed to over do anything because of his stitches.

I was at home that night, in the living room with the whole family...Stiles
cuddle up against Tyson on the love seat...pfft asshole, my mum and Parker
on the floor with the legs on top of each other...they would hit each other
occasionally for no apparent reason ahahah so immature. I was on the single
couch all lonely and waaa sad...wishing Braeden was with me. As If he knew
I was lonely, the door bell rang and I ran to answer it...MY SHARK!

But not looking happy, his face was red and tears was pouring down his
face, he was panting he had ran here in his pyjama bottom, he had no shirt
on. He was crying so hard, it scared me. I pulled him into the house and
wrapped my arm around his waist. I could feel my tears coming on; I hated
to see him like this it hurt me so much.

"I'm so sorry baby, I wish it didn't have to be this way", he
cried. Holding on to me tightly. Everyone had now gathered around, my mom
and parker picked him up and wrapped a blanket around him and took him to
the living room.

"What do you mean, you're sorry...what going on Shark, you're starting to
freak me out" I sat on his lap and showered his face with soft kisses
trying to get him to calm down. But that made him cry harder, he buried his
face in my side and cried harder.

After few minutes of crying, he finally calmed down a little. "Now I need
you to tell what wrong", I said sobbing quietly, as I held his face in my
hands.

"...I...I'm moving...next week", he managed to get out before the water
works exploded again.

Email me your thoughts on this chapter...it's quite intense if I do say so
my self...oh and HAPPY NEW YEAR! <3