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Writer's Note: Ive noticed I posted the incorrect chapter for Chapter 14.
I searched for his lips-his full red lips that seemed so soft and inviting. I suddenly wanted to have a taste of him. I never desired anyone as much as I desired him. I never wanted to kiss anyone like this. I leaned over to lock my lips with his, but he shifted his face away.
Brandon let out a heavy breath, "Hmm..." he groaned softly as if he was in pain. "But of course, if I don't send you away, you won't have the life you deserve." He frowned hard. I cupped his unmasked face with my palm. He didn't seem to mind. I swear, I could feel his warmth beneath my skin and the cold feeling of the metallic. No, he was burning. He was still sick.
I put my hands away, feeling embarrassed by my own action. He didn't want to kiss me or anything else. What a mercurial person he is! "I-I'm sorry. Are you okay?
Brandon clenched his fist. He closed his eyes emphatically. He groaned hard. He looked like he was in pain as he was also breathing hard. He fell on the ground.
My eyes grew wide, "Oh, God!" I caught my mouth.
"I'm sorry. Alayna, I'm so sorry if you have to see me like this. I don't want you to see me like this, but you have to leave," he said sorely.
"No! W-What's going on with you?" I lowered down to his level. I tried to touch him but his hand blocked me. It's like when I was standing beside my mother doing nothing while she was crying in pain. I was useless. I'd been trying to prevent my tears from falling, but eyes failed me.
"I-I-I'm going to call Cassius," I hurriedly ran outside the door. Luckily, his cousins were just right outside his room.
"Alayna? Something wrong?" Oliver frowned.
"I think he's in pain," I told them.
"I knew that this is going to happen!" Cassius said tightly. "Tell me, did you really touched him or not?"
"I-I-I'm sorry, yes. But, I don't understand? What's wrong if I touch him?"
No one answered. Cassius muttered a curse instead, "Ollie, please bring me my briefcase. I left it in your room. Brandon needs to sleep first before I put him the medicine."
"Are you sure? He's been sleeping all day."
"I don't have a choice. I need to put dextrose but I cannot touch him."
"Okay. Is that all?" Oliver asked.
"Yes." He nodded.
Oliver hurriedly ran through the hallway. We watched him until he was out of sight.
"Come with me," Cassius grabbed my arm and he dragged away from Brandon's room.
"If you'd just told me the truth earlier, this is not going to happen," he said tightly.
"What are you going to do if I told you then?"
"I am going to stop you. This thing occurred before. I don't want it to happen again to him. It almost killed him-"
"He touched me first!" I snapped.
"What?" he frowned.
"Yes! He said he wanted me, and then he touched me. I just touched him back. What's wrong? Nothing of this makes any sense. What do you mean it almost killed him?"
Cassius sighed, then he brushed his fingers to his hair, "This is much complicated than I thought."
"Can anyone just tell me what's going on with him? So I know what I'm dealing with?"
"Brandon is very sick, Alayna." He blurted out then he held his breath, he pressed his lips together, trying to stop himself to say something more. "I shouldn't be the one to tell this to you."
"Then who's going to tell me? He's not going to say anything to me."
"Because you didn't have to tell you, Alayna," His eyes softened.
"W-what do you mean?"
"His sickness is not in his physical body. It's in here." Cassius said and pointed out his own temple. "He has a psychalgia."
I blew out a frustrated breath, "That's the first time I've ever heard of it. Explain it to me in English so I could understand."
"It's a mental health disorder. It was caused by trauma, emotional depression, grief or other emotional events. Did you see his scar on his chest?"
"Yes." I nodded, biting my lip.
"That scar on his chest is only a scar. It doesn't have any inner damage. But his body remembers the pain. If his brain tells him that it still hurts, it is going to appear as a physical pain. If he feels like vomiting, he's going to throw. It's a serious illness, Alayna. "
I almost wanted to fall on my knees. My head was suddenly spinning. I knew that he was suffering from something, but it didn't expect that it was worse. Not only he was bearing emotional pain, he was mentally and physically ill as well.
"I want to know what happened to his scar," I told Cassius. "Oliver said it was burnt scars." What the hell happened to him? What or who made him like this? He was completely ruined.
"It's more than that," he said. "Oliver didn't tell you everything. Alayna, Brandon was tortured."
I clasped my mouth with my palm. "No. Oh, God! Who would do that to him?" I began to cry.
"I don't know. None of us know. He won't tell us, but the medical results stated that he was physically abused. He was dying when they found him next to his dead mother and sister. It was dreadful. I was there when they took their bodies out of the burning house. I thought he's not going to make it, but he was a survivor. No one knows what happened that night, Alayna. It's only Brandon."
My throat suddenly felt dry. "I don't think I want to hear any more about it. Maybe he doesn't want to tell anyone because he'll remember it," I wiped the tears away from my cheeks, "Why the heck am I crying? I should not be crying. My mother didn't want to see me cry when she was in pain because it doubles her pain."
"What happened to your mother?" Cassius asked softly.
I sniffed, "She has cancer."
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Alayna. But," he let out a sigh, "don't take it too far if you're leaving anyway." He said suddenly.