My New Step-Brother - Part 13 (Patreon)

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Trigger warning: Death. 

The air in the room became heavy with dread as Dustin waved the gun around. He looked manic, as though he hadn't slept, nor eaten, nor washed.

I stared at him wide-eyed as Tucker kept me shielded from him with his own body, and Dustin glared at us menacingly.

"Look what he's turned you into, son" he snarled, "look what you've become!"

"He hasn't turned me into anything" Tucker hissed, "I'm gay dad, I've always been gay".

"BULLSHIT!" The man roared, causing me to jump, "you're not! You're confused, that's all, I can help you. Let your old man help you son".

"I don't need help, I need you to put down the damn gun!"

The man continued to hold it, his face sweating and concentrated, until a snarling grin spread across it once more.

"Have you fucked?" He cackled, "has he forced you to do even that?"

Tucker stayed silent.

"Oh, have I hit a nerve?" Dustin grinned, "not something you want to talk about with your dad?"

"Put down the gun, dad" he replied slowly, but Dustin ignored him.

"I remember when you were just a boy" he said, "a normal boy, and you had a thing for that girl. What was her name? The one from down the street".

"Betty" Tucker sighed, and his dad slammed his hand on the littered table.

"Betty!" He laughed, "you'd run to the window every morning just to see her pass, so don't tell me that you're a faggot, not after I watched you grow up. It's him, he's the fucking parasite here, son".

"I was six, dad" Tucker growled, "and I am normal, we both are".

"Ha! Normal" the man scoffed, "nothing about you pair is normal".

As Dustin continued to berate us, I noticed Tucker's hand balling into a fist, and reached for his wrist to stop him doing anything stupid, just like his mom had warned me.

"You think it's normal to have a dick in your ass, son?" He added.

Tucker's entire body was shaking now, though it seemed to be less out of fear, and more out of vitriol anger, and I knew I needed to do something to diffuse the situation.

"Dustin, I know that–"

The microwave behind me exploded and glass shattered above our heads as a bullet shot from the gun in Dustin's hand and missed my head by inches. I fell backwards, my body numb from fright, and my eyes wide in disbelief. Dustin really was trying to kill me.

"I don't want to hear you" he snarled from across the kitchen, as Tucker crouched down beside me, frantically searching my body for a wound.

"I... I... I'm fine" I mouthed, though I wasn't sure that was actually true.

It happened in an instant. The young man disappeared from before me and hurtled toward his father. I heard grunting, and gasping, but as I rose to my feet, it was too late.

The gun sounded again, and I stood there with my mouth agape as I waited for the victim to fall to the floor. It felt like time had frozen, and all I could do was watch as the most amazing man I had ever known, crumpled to the tiles and fell limp almost instantly.

"NO!" I bound toward him, until a thunderous blow hit me in the face, and I saw stars as I looked up at the ceiling.

"Look what you've gone and done" Dustin slithered, standing above me.

Had I been shot, too? I reached for my face, but felt no blood other than from my pumping mouth. My body felt heavy as I lay there, staring up at the man who'd just killed the love of my life. His own son.

"You made me do this" he continued, and I could see the gun still gripped firmly in his hand, "you made me shoot him, YOU DID!"

I couldn't talk, not after what I'd just witnessed. My mind had turned to nothingness, and my eyes remained dead and listless as Dustin grabbed me and dragged me to my feet.

"Look at him" he snarled, "look at your lover now!".

Dustin held me firmly by the hair, forcing my head in the direction of Tucker's lifeless body as tears rolled down my cheeks, and a sense of utter hopelessness washed over me.

"You're a fucking monster" I bawled, trying to get over to him, but being prevented from doing so by the horrid man.

"You've destroyed my family you little fuck" he hissed, "your mothers gone, my sons gone, everything good in my life is gone because of you".

There was no point in arguing with the man. He was going to kill me, and that was that. All I could do was hope that when he did, I'd find Tucker again.

I'd gone into shock by that point, and simply stood against the kitchen counter as Dustin continued to talk. I didn't know what he was saying, I didn't care what he was saying, all I could think about was Tucker.

I felt him take my wrist and close my hand around something steely cold, he stood aside, guided my finger to the trigger and took the gun with a cloth around his hand.

"You killed my son" he said simply, and I stared through him, more than at him.

I watched as Dustin returned to Tucker's body, standing above him like he was nothing but a sack of trash, and lifted his phone to his ear.

"He's just killed my son! He found the gun! Please... Please help me! JAYDEN, JAYDEN PLEASE NO!"

I watched in horror as Dustin shouted down the phone, and did so with an expression of complete calm. He glared at me, a thin smile across his grey face, as he lifted the gun, pointed it to his own head, and pulled the trigger.

It took me a moment to realise what had happened. My ears rang from the blast and I stared down at two bodies on the floor. I couldn't move, even as the operator on the phone called out, informing anybody who could hear her, that help was on the way.

He'd set me up. He was going to pin me for this, all of this. I grabbed my chest as my heart began to burn. I couldn't run, not when Tucker lay so coldly next to the man who had murdered him. More tears poured from my eyes, and a howling sound that I had never before heard, rang from my throat, and as the world around me began to darken, I felt hands on my body, and I allowed them to take me.

What was the point, anymore?

**

My ears came to life before my eyes did, and I lay there with my face throbbing and my head pounding. It took a moment before the memory of what had happened began to flood through my mind, and I hoped that when I opened my eyes, I'd be in heaven.

I knew by the pain inside that me that I wasn't dead, but how could I go on? If there was a god, how could he be so cruel? He gave me Tucker for only a moment, and now he was gone, and in his place was a dark hole that would never be filled. I felt tears trail down my face before I'd even fully woken.

I expected to be in a jail cell, or perhaps a hospital bed, within a jail. What I did not expect however, was to wake and find an army of children glaring down at me.

"He's waking up!" a little girl's voice gasped.

"Well he didn't get shot, did he?" A little boy replied.

"Shut up! I hate when you do that!" Came the response.

As each of the kids fell into focus, I realised who they were.

"I... I'm sorry" I sobbed, as their innocent faces stared back at me in the bed, "I... I..."

The image of Leon in the corner, staring at me with no emotion whatsoever, was the most painful one of all. His worries had been correct. He had been scared that I'd take his brother away from him, and that's exactly what I had done.

"Leon" I whispered, and the other kids slowly left the room.

The boy continued to stare at me until he was the last one there, and then walked over to the bedside and studied my face.

"What happened your mouth?" He asked curiously, and I was rather taken aback, that his first response wasn't to attack me for getting his brother murdered.

"I... I uh... Where's your mom?"

"With Tucker" he shrugged, "and she says you're to stay up here, and don't go running around the house like you did last time".

"T... Tucker?" I winced, sitting up in the bed, "what do you mean she's with Tucker?"

"What do you think I mean?" The snarky pre-teen spat, and then something of a kindness washed over him.

"Do you want a drink or something?" He asked, "or food?"

"I'm fine, thanks" I said, "but Leon, where is your brother? Where's Tucker?"

"Last I saw he was lying on the kitchen table, but the doctors with him now, and I think he's sleeping in the living room".

"SLEEPING?!" I almost screamed, and a cheeky smile spread across the kid's face.

"You didn't think a bullet could kill Tucker, did you?" He smirked.

Without another thought, I dragged the boy into a hug and squeezed him until he grunted.

"I think you're famous, too" he eventually said, escaping from the crushing hug, "your picture is all over the news"