We got home after what seemed like an eternity, and I went straight up to my room without a word while the car was unpacked.
I felt like I would break down at any second, and I didn't want an audience.
I slammed my door behind me, and buried myself in my blankets on my bed.
"Winston, sweetie.... Are you okay?" Mum spoke softly through the closed door. "Do you want to talk?"
She sighed heavily, before her footsteps retreated back down the stairs.
I didn't want to deal with my mum and her pity party. The reason I had stayed silent since the camp was because I knew she would go on and on about it if I said anything, which just made it worse.
She treated me like I was still just a broken kid.
A few minutes later, more footsteps approached my room. My door slowly creaked open before closing again quietly. I heard the footsteps come towards me softly, before I felt another body weigh down the bed, and a hand gingerly rest on my back above the blankets.
I lifted the edge of the covers for him to climb in with me. He quickly shuffled himself in next to me, sealing the blanket cocoon around us again. We both lay there, curled up together, our faces only inches apart.
"What's going on Winnie? I know I'm missing something..." Gray asked softly.
"It's........ It's hard...." I mumbled. I wanted to tell him, but I didn't want him to pity me like my mum did.
He nibbled on his bottom lip as his face dropped, "If you can't tell me, I understand... I just" He paused for a second, breaking eye contact briefly before returning his gaze to them again, "I want to know everything about you, Winnie."
My heart absolutely melted.
I had never spoken about what happened with my father, even when it was at it's worst.
"My father..... He was a good dad, until he lost it. He started drinking heavily and doing drugs.... He would get so angry over the smallest things, like, explosive anger... Then he started to hit me.... Then the occasional slap turned into shoving, then he eventually just lost control. It's weird to talk about, because it doesn't feel like it really happened. I still get a little shaken seeing a parent hit their kid, but I feel like I have gotten over it for the most part."
Gray's voice came out hoarse, "He.... He hurt you?"
"Yeah, I know you've seen my scars... He was responsible for most of them. To top it off, I'm a spitting image of him." I sighed heavily, "I think that's one of the reasons why my mum doesn't pay me much attention."
He let out a half choked sob and sniffled, before clearing his throat and bringing his hand up to wipe his eyes.
"Gray, are you.... Crying?"
"No... Shut up..."
I pulled his head down into my chest and stroked his hair as I hugged him close. He wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled himself against me.
I loved this feeling.
Having him so close to me made me feel instantly better, no matter how shit things were. After a few minutes of snuggling, he broke the comfortable silence that had settled over us.
"I'm so sorry that you had to go through something like that, Winnie.. I promise I'll never let anyone hurt you like that again, okay?"
I chuckled lightly, "Silly boy."
He pushed himself back an little and tilted his face up towards mine. His beautiful green eyes bore deep into mine, and I felt as if they were drawing me into him. I slowly brought my face down to his, closing the space between us.
Our lips met tenderly, moving faster together as we deepened the kiss, our tongues entwining passionately. My body was bursting with warmth as he sensually slid his hands down the length of my back, before cupping my ass cheeks and giving them a soft squeeze.
He broke away from our heated kiss first, breathing heavily as he spoke, ""Winnie, you...... Have you been drinking?"
I couldn't help but smile at his question. This was the first time we had kissed while sober, and it felt a million times better than when we were drunk.
And I thought those drunk kisses were breathtaking.
"No Gray, I'm 100% sober... If I was drunk, you would be too, genius."
He squeezed my butt again, pulling my body hard against his. "And I'm not dreaming?"
Oh god, since when was Grayson this fucking cute?
I pinched his cheek as I stifled a giggle. He groaned and rubbed the spot I had pinched, before placing a quick kiss on my lips again.
"I don't think I can be just your brother, Winnie..." He whispered softly against my lips.
I bit my lip as a smile spread across my face, "Yeah, I think we kind of crossed that line a while back.."
I was completely, and utterly happy. I hadn't realised until then, but I was already at the point where I would do anything for him.
"Ughh, fuck... What is wrong with me? How the hell did you do that?"
He looked at me confused, "Do what?"
"Is this what it feels like to be whipped? Am I whipped? God, I'm whipped!"
His whole body shook with the laughter he was trying to hold in. "I've been whipped since the first time I saw you."
I raised my eyebrows questioningly at him. It felt like we had known each other for much longer than we actually had.
"At least at school people will just think we are close because we are brothers. I know for a fact that Mason would have already spread that around the school."
"Provided we don't go around kissing of course." He added, before pressing his lips to mine cheekily again.
"Obviously.... And at home... Mum will freak if she catches us.... She likes to think she is open minded, but she is definitely not." I sighed.
Gray grimaced as he too sighed heavily, "Yeah, my dad has never been shy about his dislike for the LGBTQ society..."
Yay... Fun..... I know I always say that I like a challenge, but this is really starting to fucking push it, Universe.
We ended up falling asleep curled up together, after talking for hours about anything and everything.
We woke up the next morning and got ready for school before heading down for breakfast. Our parents were sitting at the table, already eating when we joined them.
"Good morning boys.... How are you feeling today?" Mum asked, her eyes lingering on me sympathetically.
They both eyed us cautiously, probably expecting us to fight as we usually did, or for me to break down over Alexander hitting Grayson.
I wasn't going to spaz or anything, but from then on I had absolutely zero respect, or trust for the man.
"We're fine." I answered bluntly, "We had a talk yesterday, and we both believe that it is in our best interest to become neutral."
The three of them stared blankly at me, obviously not understanding what I was saying.
"Damnit, do I have to spell it out for you guys? We won't fight anymore, okay? Happy?"
My mum burst into a brilliant smile and Alexander gave us a curt, thankful nod. Gray still looked a little confused, but went with it anyway.
He mirrored my sassy attitude as he spoke, "Don't expect us to be all 'buddy buddy' or anything though."
I snorted as I tried to hold in my laughter, my hand shooting up to cover my mouth.
He was right, that term really doesn't sound cool at all.
"Thankyou boys, this means a lot to us that you would try to put aside your differences, and act civil for us." Alexander said as he forced a smile.
Grayson gave his dad and overly sarcastic thumbs up in return, as he dragged me out the front door towards the school.