Brandon is loosely based the author's life. At the time of this writing, I am over twentyone. If you are under legal age, according to your state laws, if this literature is offensive to you or to anyone around your viewing area, or it is illegal for you to view such content, where you are reading it, stop. This story can not be distributed in any way, shape or form, I without the author's expressed written consent. If you prefer a story filled with sex, look elsewhere, it appears when appropriate within the context of the narrative. Thank you for reading it, hope you enjoyed the tale, and I invite comments, including constructive criticism.
Chapter 8: Makes You Wonder....
My shrink advises me to break up with my boyfriend, until I work out my issues. However, I strongly disagree. I feel, it would do more harm than good. I need Brandon's support in my struggle to deal with my shit. Besides, we worked hard to get where we are now. So, fuck the good doctor: He can kiss my bloody ass!
The next two days can't come pass enough. I need to get out of here, go to my new home. In the meantime, I await my boyfriend's visit later today.
The physical therapist comes in to start my routine. He should only know, Brandon helps more than any so-called expert.
After a few hours of taxing exercises, Brandon's mom interrupts us.
'Wow: What a relief!"
"Hello, Eric, how are you feeling today?"
"This place is driving me crazy, Besides, I can do my exercises at home."
"Let me check up on your progress. If I see everything is going well, I ,\have you released."
"Really!"
"Of course."
"Oh, Man, you don't know how much I would love that, Dr. Redfield!"
"Eric, call me Diana, or better still Mom, not Doctor!"
"Yes, Doc...., Mom." I agree with a smile, thinking,
'Wow, I never had a mother!'
She responds with a hug.
'Shit, I could get to use to this!'
As I spend time with Eric, I see his special qualities. I'm pained by how much abuse he suffered, which reminds me of my own past.
My father, a career service man, treated us a no nonsense strict disciplinarian not a dad. My mother thinks women are nothing but slaves for their husbands.
I'm the youngest, then comes Catherine, followed by my brothers Roger and Henry.
Because of my dad's occupation, we constantly moved, hence I never developed meaningful friendships or ties to adults, who might have shielded me from father's constant punishments.
I met my sweetheart, Steven, in high school. He was always kind, as well as caring: Unlike my parents, his were great. In addition, he has two wonderful siblings.
During our time together, I got pregnant, I thought he would abandon me, he didn't. When I found out, I carried twins, we agreed to each take one. Looking back, I wish I gave mine to him: It would have spared Brandon from my father's tirades.
I dreaded telling my folks. I thought they would kill me or force me to abort. Although they didn't, however their verbal abuse seemed worse.
My decision to attend medical school, after my sons' birth, elicited a reaction even worse than the news of my pregnancy. While I never regretted going, my poor boy paid a heavy toll.
Like Eric, Brandon has scars which need healing.
Ending my trip into the past, I check Eric's chart. It shows he is ready to go home.
"Oh, Man, we screwed up big time, didn't we, JJ?" Vynse says to me, while we eat lunch. by ourselves.
Let me explain. Brandon caught us in the bathroom making out. We should never have used Jean as a means to keep our relationship a secret. Now, our friendship with her, as well as the brat pack, lies in shambles. We hope in time, they will forgive us.
"Yes,Vynse, for the moment, we must lay low."
"I suppose you want to break up with me, now that everyone knows."
"Fuck no! I love you, that will never change. You know I decided to tell my parents."
"JJ, you can't, Your dad will kill you!"
"It's a risk, I must take, Handsome. However. I am not saying you should. So what do you say, we chill at the beach after school?"
"Cool, my Latin hottie, it's a date." my boy replies, kissing me passionately.
Before we know it, lunch is over.
"Hey, JJ, I had a thought: Starting tomorrow, let's sit with my cousins at lunch."
"Um, sure, If you believe it's okay."
"Of course, it will!"
"Cool, Dude." I agree with a smile, hiding my uneasiness.
As we head for our lockers, I get depressed, seeing our estranged friends avoid us.
Its after lunch, yet my early morning meeting of Brandon at the beach remains in my head.
'Way to go, Bone Head: Me, Nathan, falls for a guy in love with someone else!'
It's clear, I have deep feelings for him. Even though I know, my only chance is if he breaks up with Eric. In the meantime, I hope he meets me in the morning, so I can teach him to surf.
Snap out of it! After everything they went through, they deserve to be happy. So I must move on, find someone else.
On the other hand, what about his twin, Lucas. He is single, as hot and amazing as his bro. Now how do I go about making it happen. Fortuitously, who should appear.
"Hey, Nathan."
"Hi, Lucas."
"What's with the sad face, Man. You look as if you lost the love of your life."
'If he only knew!' I think, before I respond,
"No, I'm good, Dude, simply mulling over stuff."
"Sometimes that shit can be bad for your health, Dude: I'm always around, if you want to spill your guts, okay? Sorry to break it off, but I need to run to class, I'll catch you later, Nathan."
"Sure thing, Lucas."
I stand waving like a dork, at his disappearing back
' Real smooth, Dumb Ass!'
Grabbing my books, I head off to class.
'Lucas, what was that about?'
I try to figure out my exchange with Nathan. I only felt this way once, which was with my ex.
I think I am starting to really like him, stupid right, because the dude is straight. As I replay the events, I literally run into the runt, Neil.
"Look where the hell you're going, Reynolds!"
"Fuck off, Shit Head!"
"Oh, you better watch your mouth, daddy might soap it up!"
"Keep it up, Ass Hole, you'll see what happens to yours!"
"If you get in a fight with me, you'll destroy your clean-cut image."
"More like flicking off a mosquito: Besides, it would be a public service!"
Neither of us blink, as we stare at each other.
"Enough, you two: We don't need another fight!"
"Hey, Edward, don't worry, I wouldn't soil my hands touching this runt."
"Go to hell, Reynolds: Watch your back, next time you might not be so lucky."
With that, the irritant walks away.
"Lucas, it looked as if you were ready to come to blows."
"No way, but I couldn't let him think so."
"Okay, just be careful!"
"Never mind him, tell me about you?"
"I keep thinking of what happened between JJ and Jean."
"Yup, it surprised the hell out of me."
"They seemed happy: I wonder, if we know anyone.'
"Believe me, when I say Jean hurts like hell. But, she will come back better than ever!"
"No doubt there, Dude: In fact, I'm hoping I might have a chance with her."
"Wait, Edward, you like Jean?!"
"Oh hell, yes: She is strong beautiful, an amazing lady. I never said anything, because she was with JJ."
"Wow, I understand. My advise, Dude, is give her some time. Be her friend: Once she is over the shock, talk to her about how you feel."
"Thanks for the advice, I will do that."
"No sweat, Buddy."
As we finish shooting the breeze, we walk off to class.
The day seems to drag on with one lesson following the next. Finally, it ends.
After getting what I need from my locker, I wait at our usual spot for the pack.
Thinking of Edward's remark, I decide I'll get to know Nathan much better.
Then, I hear,
"Hey, Bro"
"Hi, Brandon."
"I am so glad this day is over!"
"Yeah, no kidding!"
My twin tells me all about his run-in with Kara. What a bitch: I hope she does not come between Brandon and Eric.
By now, all but JJ and Vynse show up (I better get use to them not hanging with us.). We go to a nearby pizza place to chill, until it's time to head home for our dreaded daily dose of homework.
While we await our food, we chat about our day. Meanwhile, Jean puts on a brave face.
Suddenly, we are interrupted by that voice from hell,
"Well if it isn't the shit pack, and the idiot!"
Jean snaps,
"Bitch, leave us the hell alone!"
"Hey, it's a free country. I can say anything I want"
The two combatants shoot daggers at each other.
"Look I don't give a shit what you do, but not here: Sliver away like the snake you are!"
"Or, what!"
"I will make our last encounter look as if it were child's play!"
"Is that a threat?"
"No, a promise!"
"Hey, Jean, ignore her: Let's just eat our pizza."
"I would love to, Brandon. But, every time we turn around, there she is: I am damn tired of it!"
"I know, however I don't want you hurt."
"Oh, have no fear, My Friend, I only wanted to show you something my doctor gave me. It's proof positive I'm pregnant: I will give it to Eric today! After that, we shall be back together. You are history!"
"First off you are no friend. Second, and I repeat yet again, he won't break up with me. We are in love, we want to be together. So, no slut, such as yourself, will change that: Period! But, then, you would not know anything about real emotions!"
"Think what you want, Brandon, but I know Eric will do the honorable thing, which is to raise our baby with me. Once he agrees, the three of us shall leave this hell hole! Have a good life, because he is rightfully mine and deep down you know it! Not only that, you will help me."
"Not on your life!"
"Indeed: You shall convince him to do the right thing!"
"What drug have you taken, that is the dumbest thing I ever heard. So you're stupid, as well as demented!.
As I watch this surreal exchange, I sincerely hope my bro understands his boyfriend as well as he thinks, Then , my mind returns to Edward's words:
"Makes you wonder if you really know someone."
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