Chapter 20: Break Down-Pt 1

A whole lot of crazy in a whole lot of sexy!!!!!

I swear, Brad wasn't suppose to come out as unstable as he is. He was supposed to be the cool sexy guy and I was going to make a ...Dearest Triology (Daddy Dearest, Uncle Dearest, Brother Dearest) but ugh.... It was just too tempting NOT to. jejeje.

You might as well start the count down.

The end is nigh my Ghoulies. So very nigh.

Enjoy!!!

Onee-chan

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Brad's POV

The unconscious Jaden was indeed beautiful.

It would have been an even better sight if he hadn't cut off that hair of his. I wasn't angry at that though. In fact, I was in high spirits as of that moment.

I was filled with these nostalgic memories of Susan and I within the walls of our secret base. This was the place she'd always call me to come meet her.

Approaching Jaden's slumped figure, I remembered how I'd sit on that same couch along Susan's side and watch her sniff two lines. Her giggles would fill the room and she'd let me worship her till we were both deliriously high out of our minds.

This was the place that the Susan of my dreams resided in.

My hands slid through Jaden's silky hair. Oh how I hated that he was man but it'd still work nonetheless. "Buddy, you can wake up now," I said lightly slapping his cheeks to get him up.

At first I thought that he was turning red, but it was just little blood marks left by my finger tips. Upon closer inspection, I felt the bulge at the back of his head.

"Who touched him?" I asked calmly, walking towards the two goons that I had hired to get Jaden for me.

The tallest goon, Dave, was sitting down on a resting chair, and was tying a gauze around one of his hands. While the shorter one, Corey, was leaning lazily against the back of the resting chair. They didn't respond to my question and just stared nervously at each other.

"I apologize. Maybe you didn't hear me," I clipped trying hard to keep compose. "WHO THE FUCK TOUCHED HIM??!!"

Their body language tensed as I shouted my question.

"We didn't touch him. He tried to escape and I had to hit him in the head. It's just a mere bump," Corey explained, his words muffled behind his mask.

I nodded. "A mere bump," Dave snorted almost obnoxiously.

"A mere bump," I repeated but yet hard enough that he was bleeding. My hand was quick in sucker-punching him in face. His jaw gritted against my knuckles and I watched as he hit the ground, shocked that I would punched him. "This is why I bought the drug... to immobilizing the target, not to have it hanging like some fucking belt tag."

People like Dave will pound in a second if you show any weakness but they did anything for money and I had way too much of it. Testing them first wasnt easy, but they did stole those deeds for me. So in the end, I knew they were perfect for the job.

The case with Corey, I didn't know. He was usually the silent one always with that mask on. He just seemed like Dave's little disciple.

The few times I've heard him speak, he sounded way older due to his deep grabby voice, kinda like he smoked a lot. Corey and Dave were institutionalized around the same time I was but were hired upon request, since they were sons of one of my Dad's shareholders.

Dave shot up, trying to intimidate me with his height. He knew that it wasn't going to work as hard as he tried to stare me down. The nerve in his temple was rising to the surface with a bulgy eyed look. It was rather comical--if it weren't for the situation at hand, I might've smirked at the expression.

"That happens when you touch what is mine," I sneered at him.

"Did ya think he'd just happily come along with us then?" Dave spat at me.

"Well, aren't you guys the pro's? All you needed was to sneak in and stick him with the drug I gave you," I pointed out at him, hardly giving a damn about what he had to say. "Plus, I'm pretty sure he has suppressed memories from you animals attacking him. Hypno-therapy could only do so much."

"Hey, while you were off fucking the brains out of the mother, you told us to do what ever we want with the shitty kid. I'm no fucking babysitter and so I did exactly what I wanted," Dave shot off.

"How would I have known that you'd rape the kid? What kind of sick bastard does that to a kid? If I were you, I'd watch my tongue, you filthy pedo," I warned him with a glare. "To think that my father still tried to cover for you." I took a seat on the single sofa that was on the far right.

"Its not like he did us a favor. He was only trying to cover his own ass. That's what elites do. They hire defected shit like us, to cover their own shit," Dave retorted back at me. "As for you, try to get back on your meds you entitled piece of shit."

My eyes were strained at Jaden, as he was starting to stir awake. I couldn't wait to set my eyes on his beautiful face. I wanted to see Susan. He was going to wake up and I'd make him understand that he was mine. That his place was with me; he belonged to me.

"He's useless to me now that he's all gross and uncute," Dave continued. "You're thinking of doing the same thing. Stop acting like you're better than us. You're the same type of human garbage as we are."

"Watch your mouth Dave," I warned again. My nerves kept ticking inside my head. I was never good at controlling my impulses. The more Dave kept opening his mouth, the faster the ticking became. The coldness of the gun inside my denim jacket was sinking into me.

"Uncle Brad?" I heard Jaden whispered hoarsely as he begun strring awake.

Jaden's left eye was bulged with a huge black and blue bruise. The swelling made it slightly impossible to open that one eye. I sat there in my seat shaking with anger. I told them not to touch him and what do they do?

"What the fuck is that?" I asked as Jaden started to come to.

"The little shit took a chunk out of my hand when he bit me," Dave uttered, as he rubbed his now banned hand.

"Did I not tell you not to touch him?"

"He fucking bit my hand! I wasn't going to pet the asshole," Dave exclaimed irritated.

My hand found my gun and before he had a chance to see it coming, I fired the gun at him. The blast of the 9mm glock resounded and echoed in the quietness of the surrounding woods. It had Jaden bolting up in an instant. His eyes adjusted on me, then at my gun and to Dave, who was now screaming on the floor holding his right leg. The blood poured out of the wound where the bullet had lodged itself in.

"You s-shot me? Y-you---you fucking shot me???!!!" he screamed in a panicked manner, helplessly trying to stop the bleeding with his hands.

Corey rushed towards Dave. Corey still had his mask over his face, but I could see how his eyes widened in fear.

Jaden begun loosing his shit, his hands going up into his hair, pulling at it wildly. He was in full freaking out where he sat. It reminded me of the time when he would break-down in hysteria while under hyno-therapy.

"After cleaning all your dirty deeds, are you planning to fuck us over too? Because we all know that she didn't just run away," Corey shouted furiously as he tried to stop the bleeding by ripping off a piece of his shirt and tying it around the wounded leg.

Corey was better off being the silent partner. The depth of his voice made me remember my no good father. "I did warn him, didn't I? But noo, he just had to keep mouthing off. Have him hush up. He's scaring Su--I mean... Jaden. You're scaring Jaden," I corrected myself.

I've been seeing images off Susan from the corners of my eyes where Jaden stood. Their images kept getting mixed up in my head. I leaned into Jaden to try and comfort his shaking form.

He kept backing away from me. His brown eyes were terrified of me. "Get away!! Get away from me!! DON'T TOUCH ME!!!!!" he screamed as he rocked back and forth.

"Shhhh," I tried. "I won't hurt you. I would never hurt what is mine."

"T-T-The fucks wrong with you??" he kept asking through tears. "I want Blake. Where is Blake?"

"Blake? There is no need for Blake to be in the picture any more right. You brought this to me. You wanted me to find out the truth, right?" I stated, as I place a folder in front of him.

The folder contained very important papers that were now being held in his trembling hands. We were together, so why was he asking for Blake? His eyes scanned the document over and over again.

"You've always been mine. So let's just forget about Blake," I stated clearly. The sooner he understood this, the sooner we could put everything behind us and move on.

"No!! This can't be!" Jaden sobbed weakly.

He took the papers, balling them up haphazardly and throwing it across the far side of the room. It didn't matter, since I had made copies of the document. I didn't expect him to be this upset. Wasn't this what he wanted me to know??

He looked so saddened, and petrified at the same time. It was such a breath-taking scene that it made me want to touch him. The feeling was as strong as to warrant a silent adoration to Jaden's resemblance which was so uncanny to that of his mother.

How hard could it be when their faces kept merging together at the back of my head?

Everything felt as if he had reverted back into that scared child that he was once. The first time I had met the 8 year old Jaden, he was just like this: paranoid, petrified and insecure. Whether he knew it or not, he was mine now. I was just going to have to make him see that.

I was sick and tired of hearing Blake's name crossing his lips. What do I have to do to have Jaden call my name in such a wretched needy way? My hand reach forward to caress his cheek, when he suddenly smacked my hand away.

"Jaden, I'm going to ask you not to do that again," I warned as gravely as I could, trying to keep my calm. "... I don't wanna have to discipline you too," I added as I reached out to caress his face again.

Grabbing his chin to forcefully to meet my eyes, I smiled at him. His face was in a scowl, but it was okay. It was the same look that Susan had once given me.

It will all be okay, I thought in a daze. Leaning forward, I placed a kiss on his forehead. Usually, it takes time for teenagers to adjust to a new environment. In due time, he'd be accustomed to me.

My eyes then caught a small little mark right under his chin. I hadn't seen it before due to other annoying distractions. This little purplish mark was scattered across his neck like bug bites, and it lead straight into his shirt. My hand reached forward to rip open his shirt to find more hickeys across his chest.

"Don't touch me!" was all he pleaded as he whimpered helplessly trying to back away from me even more.

"... Just like your mother," I breathed disappointed.

I really thought I had a chance but as it turned out, Blake seemed to have already marked Jaden. Everything that was mine, he had found a way to take them from me. Jaden's eyes spoke volumes as he stared at me from the corner of the couch clutching his torn shirt.

It almost seemed as if he was afraid of me. I found it confusing as to why he'd be afraid of me. I'm harmless. Well, except for like... just now with the gun. It didn't help that Dave was still cursing and groaning loudly in the corner as Corey tried to nurse him.

"Shut him up will ya? I can't even fucking think here," I snapped at Corey.

He sent daggers my way with his eyes and huffed out, "I can't possibly take him to the hospital, now can I? Your people are probably already looking for us as we speak. You're the fucking Doctor, what do you think we should do?!" His sarcasm was not needed.

Not now when Jaden was having a hard time as it was.

"Don't worry Jaden, Uncle Brad will deal with the scary man," I stated with a warm smile. Without knowing why, I felt the need to refer to myself in third person. Jaden needed to know I wouldn't hurt him.

This was the chance to show my love to Susan. She never believed me when I spoke of my love for her. She always had this misguided outlook on me. Either way, Jaden was mine. I wouldn't hurt him. What I felt could only be classified as love towards him in memory of my dear Susan.

Taking out my gun, I got up and walked towards where Corey and Dave sat. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Corey asked before I shot Dave right it the shoulder. There was a moment of silence as the discharge resonated in the air like a yell eochoing from a mountain. It was an almost theatrical artistic moment in time, where life and death kissed; a signal towards the beginning of something new.

"Y-you fucking bastard!" Corey said, in shock that I had shot his companion right in front of him. Blood was splattered over him and was pouring unto the floor boards from Dave's shoulder wound. Corey's eyes watered as he stared down at Dave's paling form. "You didn't have to shoot him again," he repeated in a small pathetic voice.

I wasn't hearing Dave's voice anymore, so I assumed that he just fainted.

Suddenly, Jaden bursted with screaming amongst his sobbing. Rushing towards him, was a mistake of mine. I just wanted to quiet him down a little but he begun thrashing and panicking. I had to hold him down to get him to stop moving. His fists swung wildly at me as he yelled for me to once again 'stop touching' him.

Frankly, it was getting to be bothersome. A wild punch caught the side of my head, and I backed away to noticed that his nails had dug away at my skin. So he'd let dear old Blake fondle him like the pervert he was, but he wouldn't even let me comfort him.

Was this the same child?!!

After all that I had done for her. This is how she repays me by fucking my brother. The same motherfucking thing over and over and over again!!!! I'm sick and tired of this shit!! When am I going to be first huh? Am I cursed to play second fiddle to that no good Blake?

Sick and fucking tired of it!!

My anger flew out of control.

A back hand to his face had Jaden out cold in a flash. "I warned you! Why do you people insist in having me do this to you?" I shouted angrily at no one in particular. "Tie him up!" I barked at Corey. Tearing his eyes off of a Dave that looked more dead than alive, he looked up to me unflinchingly. I pointed the gun at him. "Are you waiting for a fucking invitation? I said tie him up."

This was going down hill fast.

I made my emotions control me for a second. I've always wanted to shoot Dave ever since I heard of what happened but being that Susan didn't really pressure me into it, I hadn't really done anything. He wasn't exactly dead yet, but I'm sure he would be if he didn't get to a hospital within the next few hours. Everything felt so unreal and plastic to me all too suddenly.

It was quiet frankly suffocating.

Blake's leftovers. I was sick of eating them.