Post by Braydon Anderson on Aug 28, 2016 17:58:21 GMT
Braydon had felt broken behind belief, he always was hiding in his room, never went out anymore. The only person that Braydon had even seen all summer was Blake, the boy who made Braydon feel so confused because no matter how much he tried not to be gay there Blake was with his cute smile to make his heart swell and it made everything okay again even when everything was falling apart, Blake had been there. Yet, the whole summer he tried not to be gay, he tried to go to therapy for it because that's what his dad wanted. His dead dad that left when he found out that his son was gay. Still, he never broke up with Blake. He was different though, it was a slow change the way he went from hugging and cuddling his dork to flinching at times when Blake went to touch him. Even though he was dead Braydon was trying to impress a guy who never gave two shits about him and treated his family like crap.
He didn't know why he cared so much or that every time he thought about his dad it made him a little sad, it made his heart feel like breaking and everytime he looked at Taylor he was reminded why he was just that horrible of a person. That's it all started, Taylor jumping around excited, her little hands accidentally hitting a picture of her and their dad. It shattered on the floor and Braydon just stared at it. Taylor went to go pick it up and braydon finally stepped out his trance. "Taylor don't touch that," Braydon said. He crouched down and picked it up, began to clear off the glass, much like he did with his own problems, brush them off like nothing was broken. Taylor put her hands on Braydon's shoulder and glanced over at the picture. "I know who that is! That's daddy! I miss him! Do you think daddy went to heaven?" Taylor asked suddenly. Braydon averted his eyes toward Taylor, unsure what to say and he didn't say anything for awhile, he just stared at her because what was he supposed to say,'no i hope your dad is rotting in hell?' He couldn't just say that to his sister. Luckily, a knock on the door saved him from his thoughts. "Hold on Taylor," Braydon said and stood up to answer the door. He wasn't sure if he was excited or relieved to see Blake. "Blake," Braydon said with really no emotion behind it. That's when Taylor came running up to the door when she heard it was Blake. Taylor loved Blake. "Blake! Braydon and I were talking about my daddy!" taylor said with a huge grin.
He didn't know why he cared so much or that every time he thought about his dad it made him a little sad, it made his heart feel like breaking and everytime he looked at Taylor he was reminded why he was just that horrible of a person. That's it all started, Taylor jumping around excited, her little hands accidentally hitting a picture of her and their dad. It shattered on the floor and Braydon just stared at it. Taylor went to go pick it up and braydon finally stepped out his trance. "Taylor don't touch that," Braydon said. He crouched down and picked it up, began to clear off the glass, much like he did with his own problems, brush them off like nothing was broken. Taylor put her hands on Braydon's shoulder and glanced over at the picture. "I know who that is! That's daddy! I miss him! Do you think daddy went to heaven?" Taylor asked suddenly. Braydon averted his eyes toward Taylor, unsure what to say and he didn't say anything for awhile, he just stared at her because what was he supposed to say,'no i hope your dad is rotting in hell?' He couldn't just say that to his sister. Luckily, a knock on the door saved him from his thoughts. "Hold on Taylor," Braydon said and stood up to answer the door. He wasn't sure if he was excited or relieved to see Blake. "Blake," Braydon said with really no emotion behind it. That's when Taylor came running up to the door when she heard it was Blake. Taylor loved Blake. "Blake! Braydon and I were talking about my daddy!" taylor said with a huge grin.