Slow motion, see me let go
Chapter 12
Chapter 12-
"I'd uh, rather not talk about my f-family" Brendon stuttered. It felt like the whole world had stopped. everything was quit and listening to every word spoken from those perfect lips of his. I scooted over and hugged him. I need to get it out of him so i can help him so i can stay with him god dammit' I thought. God, know
I feel bad thinking that! I don't want to hurt him by making him tell me, but he NEEDS to tell me! "Find a way Ryan. Times running out." That god damn voice told me. Or more like scared me, because I jumped three feet into the air. "Wow, Ryan, you OK? Got Ants in your pants?" He chuckled half heatedly. I re adjusted myself
leaning against the boy who may own my heart. "No, just um, got the chills." He nodded with that blank look still on his face. "Brendon, I understand if you don't
want to tell me, but maybe I can help?" I offered. He looked at me with hurt and sadness in his eyes. It killed me to look at him. We had gone from being so happy and this one little question, it had all turned around. "They're- They're dead Ryan. " He gulped back tears. I tried to say something but he shushed me. "They died, in a car accident. On their way to my vocal recital. I-I was so pissed at them for not showing up." He laughed. "I was uh, called offstage in the middle of the performance. the hospital on the phone. Mom, and sister were dead. My dad in critical condition." He spoke in monotone. Now I wish i had never asked. "M-my dad. He died two minutes before I got there." He told me. Silent tears now running down his face. "Brendon," I whispered pulling him into a hug. He was reluctant at first but then gave in and death gripped me. We sat there like that all night. In a silent understanding. I don't know if I can fix this.
"I'd uh, rather not talk about my f-family" Brendon stuttered. It felt like the whole world had stopped. everything was quit and listening to every word spoken from those perfect lips of his. I scooted over and hugged him. I need to get it out of him so i can help him so i can stay with him god dammit' I thought. God, know
I feel bad thinking that! I don't want to hurt him by making him tell me, but he NEEDS to tell me! "Find a way Ryan. Times running out." That god damn voice told me. Or more like scared me, because I jumped three feet into the air. "Wow, Ryan, you OK? Got Ants in your pants?" He chuckled half heatedly. I re adjusted myself
leaning against the boy who may own my heart. "No, just um, got the chills." He nodded with that blank look still on his face. "Brendon, I understand if you don't
want to tell me, but maybe I can help?" I offered. He looked at me with hurt and sadness in his eyes. It killed me to look at him. We had gone from being so happy and this one little question, it had all turned around. "They're- They're dead Ryan. " He gulped back tears. I tried to say something but he shushed me. "They died, in a car accident. On their way to my vocal recital. I-I was so pissed at them for not showing up." He laughed. "I was uh, called offstage in the middle of the performance. the hospital on the phone. Mom, and sister were dead. My dad in critical condition." He spoke in monotone. Now I wish i had never asked. "M-my dad. He died two minutes before I got there." He told me. Silent tears now running down his face. "Brendon," I whispered pulling him into a hug. He was reluctant at first but then gave in and death gripped me. We sat there like that all night. In a silent understanding. I don't know if I can fix this.