Chapter 14~Christmas Miracle

Christmas, the time of year where everyone is happy, and you get to eat as many cookies as you want without anyone judging you. Even I'm happy, and my life has turned to utter shit. I've tried to avoid all human interaction since the leeches and I had that "friendly" chat. I don't have any friends at school, so no one really noticed my behavior change. The only people who would notice would be my brothers, who don't really care about me anymore.

All that aside, it's almost Christmas! Christmas is my favorite time of year, everyone is just so happy, and people are in the mood to give. It's like every year for about a month, we experience a little taste of peace on earth. I could care less about the gifts. I mean sure I like to receive them but I absolutely love to give them! The look on people's faces when they open a present is so heartwarming. I always get my brothers something, and I always know what to get them because I'm with them 24/7. But lately, I feel like I don't even know them.

I also love Christmas Break, if only I was on break right now. The only thing I really want for Christmas is my brothers to love me again, but that would take a Christmas miracle. We haven't even put up the trees yet! We have always put the trees up the day after Thanksgiving, but it's December 3rd, and there are no trees in sight. All the boys are out with their girlfriends. I've stopped waiting to see if they are going to come and check on me, now I just go to bed with no kiss goodnight. Sophia just confirmed all of my fears, my brothers don't love me anymore. I brush my teeth and climb the stairs to my bed. I let my blankets act as a barrier between me and my problems and slip off into a dreamless sleep.

I love Christmas, but I sure do hate alarm clocks, especially on a cold Monday morning. I wonder if skipping school because my blankets have accepted me as one of their own is an actual excuse I could use? Deciding it's not, I get out of bed. I chose to wear a forest green sweater, blue jeans, and some tan vans. I grab my backpack, walk out my bedroom door, and wait for my brothers to drive me to school. Car rides are always so awkward now. Once at school, I go to my locker and get everything I need out. Once I do, I head to 1st period. By 5th period I'm ready to go home and watch Netflix. I'm literally done with all of these people. Finn is an idiot, which we all know. I'm getting my jacket out of my locker because I'm literally freezing when the locker door slams shut—Finn freaking Hall.

"Hey fag, have an early Christmas present for you." He says, holding up a Reese Cup.

Wonderful the one thing I'm allergic to, and he knows it.

This boy is absolutely psycho. He needs to be admitted to a mental ward because he is going to literally try to kill me. Before I know what's happening, he's shoving me into the closest janitor's closet, conveniently located beside my locker. Great. Once the door shuts behind us, He pushes me to the ground and climbs on top of me. He's sitting on my rib cage, putting all of his weight on me. He pushes my hands above my head with one hand, while he opens the candy with the other. He places his thumb and pointer finger on each side of my mouth and pries it open. All the while, I'm thrashing around trying to get free, but it's no use. He outweighs me by a long shot. One he gets he chocolatey doom into my mouth, he holds my nose and clamps my mouth shut, so I either chew or pass out.

It's not like I need to chew. Just having it in my mouth will make me swell up, but chewing is life-threatening, and I'm sure that's what Finn wants. I give in and chew. Once I swallowed, he gets off and me and walks out the door. Leaving me in here to hyperventilate. My breathing is already ragged from my swelling tongue. My whole body is starting to itch. I begin to panic, because this isn't now I want to go out. I would rather not die beside a mop bucket. I just want my brothers, even if they don't care about me anymore. Somewhere in my panic attack, I call Andrew.

~Andrew P.O.V~

"With a raise of hands who thinks Romeo and Juliet's love was an example of true love? ," I ask my class.

The class is spit about 50-50.

"Why? Write a couple of paragraphs about it, it has to be..." I'm cut off by my phone buzzing in my pocket.

"At least half a page. Please excuse me," I say and exit my classroom and stand outside my closed door.

It's from Denver.

Denver hasn't even really talked to me in about a month, why is he calling me in the middle of class? He wouldn't be unless It was an emergency. I press answer and hold the phone up to my ear, panic rising in my chest.

"Denver," I ask.

Nothing.

"Denver!" I ask a little louder.

Still nothing.

"Denver!!" I practically yell.

This time, I can hear his short, hurried breaths.

There's no use of asking him anything else, he can't answer me. Not with his breathing like that.

"Hold on, buddy, I'm coming," I say.

I run down the halls, forgetting my classroom. The only thing I can think about is my brother. I stop at Ryan's 5th-period class and swing the door open.

"Could you excuse Ryan for a moment?" I ask the teacher.

"Of course," the teacher says while Ryan gets up quickly, sensing my panic. Once we are outside the classroom, I grab his shoulders.

"Listen to me, go find Jack and then come find me. There is something wrong with Denver." I say, looking him in the eyes and using my "Dad voice."

"Of course. What's wrong with him? Where is he?" He asks concern filling his voice.

"I don't know, but I've got to hurry. He wasn't breathing right when he called," I say, already continuing my pursuit down the hallway.

Where could he be? I check the bathrooms, only finding some random kid washing his hands. We make eye contact, and I rush out, not wanting to make that any more awkward than it already was. Suddenly I get an idea. It snowed some last night, and Denver always gets cold easily. He might have gone to get a jacket or something from his locker. I make the short distance between the bathroom and his locker in seconds.

He's not here.

He's not here!

Where is my baby brother? I stop and put my hands behind my head. Knowing I only have a short amount of time before Denver passes out, or worse. I stop and listen. Breathing! I hear breathing! But not just any breathing, I hear quick pants. I desperately follow the sound to the janitor closet by Denver's locker. Why would he be in the janitor's closet? Before I can open the door, Jack and Ryan arrive at my side.

"Why are you about to open the janitors closet," Jack asks

"We are about to find out," I answer and open the door.

We see Denver laying on his back, eyes closed, with a Reece rapper laying beside him.

No, no, no, no, no, this is not good. He knows he's highly allergic to peanuts! Why would he eat that!

"Oh fuck" Jack whispers, turning his head into my side. You know things are bad when Jack puts down his "bad boy" aura. I kiss his head and motion for Ryan to hug him. I step toward Denver, who is still oblivious to the fact we are here.

"Den, baby look at me. I'm here, we're here," I softly say to him lifting his head off the concrete.

He opened his eyes and stares into mine. His are filled with tears. He looks like he was stung by a million bees, his skin is littered with little red whelks, and his lips are swollen.

"Jack, get his Epipen from my bag in my classroom," I urgently order him. He's out of the closet in a flash.

I look back down at Denver, my baby brother. He would never eat anything with peanuts in it, he knows better. He didn't do this, someone else did. That's when I see the slight bruising on both sides of his mouth. Someone forced him to eat this. Someone tried to kill my baby brother! Ryan notices the same thing I do. You can see his jaw clench as he walks out the door to calm down. I don't have that option, I have to push that anger down and help Denver.

"Hey baby, bubby on his way with your Epipen," I say and stroke his dirty blond hair.

He's the only one of us who got mom's hair. You can see instant relief in his blue eyes. Seconds later, both Jack and Ryan return. Jack is panting form the run, and Ryan seems a little calmer. Jack hands me the plastic-cased medicine. I unzip his thick blue jeans(A/N not really sure if you have to do this, I'm just assuming you do) slide them to his knees and stab it into his thigh right below his American Eagle underwear. Within minutes his swelling goes down, and he can now talk. Just because he can doesn't mean he does. He just squeezes his eyes shut, and lets a few stray trees fall down his cheeks.

"What happened, baby?" I ask him stroking his hair some more.

Ryan and Jack are squatted down next to me.

"Don't call me that it's not like you care," He says and sits up. He immediately regretted and laid back down.

"What!" I ask, completely shocked.

How could he not know how much I care about him? I love my boys more than anything on this planet.

"You called me baby, and you haven't even talked to me in a month. You have been to busy with your girlfriends to care," he says, starting to cry again.

Ahhh, I see he's just jealous of the time we have been spending with our girls.

"Buddy, that's doesn't mean we don't love you," I say softly.

"No, you don't understand they are just using you, they are all terrible except for Brooklyn," he says.

"Don't call people names Den," I say in an almost warning tone.

"No, you don't get it! They told me to get out of the way so they could use you two. They threatened me, Andrew, threatened me to keep my mouth shut. They said if I didn't, I would regret it! But I don't care anymore I already have one person trying to kill me what's one more! It's not like you guys would care if I was gone," He says while tears slip out of his ocean blue eyes down his red-tinted cheeks.

"And it's not like I don't want you guys happy, I do. That's all I want, but I just can't take this anymore." He says in between sobs.

I see red. The girls have done what!? No one threatens my kid, no one. All of my feelings for Sophie went away the second he told me this. That's why he had been so distant, which I haven't really helped. I couldn't tell you the last time one of us kissed him goodnight. Tears escape my eyes.

~Denver's P.O.V~

I can't believe I just did that, I'm so dead. I never say anything. I usually keep everything a secret, but I just couldn't keep my mouth shut anymore. I want my brothers back.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I can't believe they done that. You don't have to worry about them anymore, consider them out of our lives right now," He says, speaking for him and Ryan, who just nods. There isn't a dry eye in this stupid closet.

"And Denver Blake, you know good and well, we all love you. I don't want to hear to say something like that again, do I make myself clear." Andrew says in his "Dad voice."

I nod and shove my face in his side. I completely believe him because when he uses that voice, he means whatever he says. I can feel the other two boys hug around us. Christmas really has come early, it's a Christmas miracle. I have my brothers back.

A/N~ I'm sorry for the long wait! But here is an extra long chapter to make up for it! I'm sorry for those of you that wanted Denver to be without his brothers for a little while longer I just couldn't do that to him lol. I hate seeing him sad, as do many of you. I hope you guys liked this chapter, feel free to leave a review and a request! Until next time💜