Carry On

"Johnny!" I shouted racing after him. He charged up mine & Bri's drive with anger raging inside of him. Mom stayed at home for some reason, she didn't stop Johnny from coming round, nor did she stop me from running after him.

"Brian?!" He burst through the door shouting him.

"Johnny, keep it down alright?" Brian strolled down ruffling his wet hair with a towel. "Gray's again, just got down"

"Think you can disrespect women?! My girlfriend?! You're wife?! I'm not entirely certain your daughter is safe here" Johnny hissed in Brians face. "I'm not having it, Brian"

"What are you on about?" Bri sniggered rolling his eyes, walking away from him and towards me. I backed up, still weary about the situation. "Ren? What's up?"

"Don't act like you don't know, you're disgusting" Johnny pushed him away, snarling at him.

"Don't you dare come into my house, and push me about. You need to tell me what the fuck is going on. Both of you"

"You," Johnny backed him to a wall. "You, forced my girlfriend, to do things she didn't wanna do. Now, in my book - that's called rape"

"What?! I didn't rape anybody?!"

"Shut up," Johnny pulled his arm back before plunging it into Brians cheek.

"Johnny!!!" I shouted. I didn't know what to believe, Brian seemed genuinely confused and hurt Johnny would even think that. But mom, could she do this to us? Really? "I think you should go"

"But he raped you're mother Renee!"

"Just, go" I sighed helping Brian up.

"If you're daughter weren't upstairs, you wouldn't be walking pal," Johnny dragged his feet and left, banging the door on the way.

"I didn't" Brian whimpered holding his bleeding face.

"Let's get you cleaned up" I pulled him to the kitchen and grabbed a wet cloth and started to dab Brians gash.

"Not the first time this has happened" he chuckled pulling me towards him, letting me sit on his lap whilst I cleaned the blood. "I swear on our Gracies life, I didn't"

"You were drunk,"

"Ay - you've got to believe me, Ren. You're mom? No, no! Anyone!! I wouldn't"

"Remember the time, you wouldn't stop after I had Gray and my stitches--"

"Yes look, I did stop and I really don't want to talk about that. When I called you're mother, at Disney. She told me, she, she wanted to 'get back'"

"Mom wouldn't do that. She just, wouldn't say that or lie about anything that drastic just to get back" I really didn't want to admit it to myself that maybe Brian was being honest. "You hurting?"

"It's nothing compared to what I'm gonna get later" Brian sighed. "Ow, ok there hurts"

"Sorry" I pecked him lightly, as a sign of, 'I trust you'.

"What are we gonna do about her?"

"I need her to explain everything. I need you - to explain everything"

Notes

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