Secrets (On Hold)

Secrets Chapter 6

Hola! This is really short by the way.

Hope you all had a Merry Christmas, or holiday, or I'm at my dad's house forsome part of this week, so I can upload without any problems. I've had major writers block. Like, really really bad. But, at least for now, Deafinition's (look him up

on Youtube!) music has been helping me out with that.

And if you know me, I don't really like rap. But like....DAAAAMMMNN.

That is all. :)

----------Chapter 6-----------

When I woke up, I saw that Braedon was still curled up against me. He looked peaceful, actually,

compared to bloody and broken and crying earlier. I needed to find out those boys' names, and figure out why the hell they did what they did and what else they did

before I could get there.

Oh, they would give me answers.

They haven't seen me in interogation mode.

And believe me, they didn't want to.

I saw that his cheeks had a slightly red tint to them, so I felt his forehead and immideatly retracted my hand. He had a really bad fever. I moved his head off my chest slowly, and got up. I heard him sniffle a bit and sighed.I opened the door and closed it quietly behind me, and I walked over to the kitchen. It had begun to get dark, so obviously we'd slept a while. I was still walking like

a zombie, though, and I didn't know why. I walked in the kitchen and noticed it was

scarily quiet. They probably went out so they wouldn't make a lot of noise and wake us up.

I grabbed a glass of cold water, and some tylenol and I grabbed the fan that was in the

hallway closet. As I was going back into the room, I realized Braedon was sitting up

and staring at his hands. I put the fan on the table, and turned it towards the futon.

I went and sat on the edge of the bed, and Braedon jumped, as if not knowing I had even

walked in. I sighed, and handed him the water and the tylenol.

"Do you want some soup?" I asked him.

He nodded, and I smiled and told him I'd be back in ten minutes.

I went out into the kitchen and made some chicken flavored ramen, and I

handed it to him when I sat back down.

As he ate, I asked him quietly why they had done what they did, and he wouldn't answer.

He didn't say anything at all.

It was beginning to worry me.

When he set his bowl on the table and sat back, I put my hands on either side of his face, and turned his head towards me.

"Why?" I asked. It was the infamous question. The one rarely answered, too. Wonderful.

He shook his head, as if saying,"I can't tell." And I didn't push it. I just leaned into him,

and wrapped my arms around him. He needed a hug.

When we laid back down, we went back into the same position. I could feel the vibrations in my chest as he mumbled one word.

Sorry.

"It's fine..." I whispered as I kissed the top of his head, silently begging him to sleep and to get better.

He did just that.

When he fell asleep, I did the same, and I remembered what Jo had told me. What my mother had told her to tell me, actually.

That it was all my fault. All my fault for getting involved with that boy. That I was ruining her life for that, and

that I deserved everything that would come my way, and the pain that Jo got, as well, for just being related to me.

All my fault....