Allison gazed at him through watery eyes. "I have to. He's coming back tomorrow anyway…and I don't know if I can go to the police and report him." She stood from the chair and started gathering her things. "He's too powerful and I'm sure he'll pay his lawyers to get him out of everything." She stuffed her clothes in the small duffle bag.
Brian stood before her. "No, baby, he won't be able to get out this. I promise-"
"I just need to go, Brian! I can't stay here." Realizing that she had raised her voice, she turned away, a little embarrassed.
He could tell she was hiding something. Gently, he grasped her upper arms and made her look at him. He wanted, no needed, to know what was going on with her. This change in her had come on so suddenly that it blindsided him. "Tell me what is going on, Allison. I can't help you if you don't talk to me."
She shook her head. "I can't."
"Why can't you? What happened to trust?"
Her eyes darted up to meet his gaze. "Trust?" She moved away from his grip and took hold of her duffle bag. "You know what has been happening to me for the past three years," she said fiercely, her eyes darker than normal. "You even saw it first hand. I told you everything about my past, but you haven't told me a damn thing," she said accusingly.
Brian was taken aback a bit. He had never seen her so angry…angry at him. This was another side of Allison. But, she was right. He hadn't been honest with her. She had revealed her darkest secrets to him and it was time he dug up some of his old graves as well. "You're right," he said, stopping her in her tracts just as she reached the door. "You should know."
Allison followed him with her eyes as he walked past her, leaving the room. He went to his room, across the hall, and motioned for her to follow. She did. Thinking on it now, she realized that she was a bit harsh. After everything Brian had done for her, she still blew up at him. The worst part was that it wasn't even meant for Brian. Her rage and anger, emotions that she had buried long ago, were directed at the boy's older brother; Chad.
Brian closed his door and sat on his bed, sighing. She caught his solemn look and a pang of guilt crushed her heart. "Brian…wait." She put her duffle bag down. "You don't need to do this. I was just…" She shook herself. "I'm sorry. I had no right to yell at you like that."
He didn't reply at first and just leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees. "Come here, darling."
She did so and sat down next to him. For some reason, she was nervous.
His eyes scanned over her for a while. "I will tell you everything you want to know, if you promise me two things."
Allison was hesitant. There were a few obvious things the dark-haired boy wanted and she battled with herself on whether or not she should accept his offer. As she looked at him, remember their past couple days together, his warm, strong arms, his rare yet marvelous smile, and the genuine care he had for her, she nodded.
Brian lowered his head and sighed. "Eight years ago, when I was ten, was the beginning of Chad's hell. He was seventeen at the time and one day I stumbled into him shooting drugs. Of course, I didn't know what he was doing at the time and when he saw me, he asked if I wanted to try…he said it would be fun…So he showed me how to snort a medley of pills." Brian stood and ran his hand through his hair. "I didn't like it at all. I felt sick for three days and threw up. Chad told me not to tell our parents…and I didn't."
Allison had covered her mouth with her hand, not even realizing it. "Poor, Brian," was all she could think. However, the sinking sensation in her gut told her that there would be more to the story. Unfortunately, she was right.
He continued. "After that, Itachi took it upon himself to…teach me things. I refused to do drugs again. So, he gave me alcohol and, again, I got sick, but after the things he did later on, getting sickly drunk seemed like a blessing."
"What…did he do?" Ally asked, immediately wanting to take that back. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know.
"He brought women home and me watch them engage in sexually acts…He even demanded that I try myself." He paused, shaking his head. "One woman performed oral sex on me. I wasn't ready. I was only ten, maybe eleven. I wasn't ready for any of it. What was worse, he just watched. He enjoyed seeing me squirm." His hands fisted at his side.
"What about your parents? They didn't know? You didn't tell them anything?"
Brian shook his head. "I didn't say anything, but after a while, they noticed. I stopped talking. I stopped being active. I started to stay inside all of the time. I never went to play with Jason, my best friend from my childhood. He always asked me why I didn't want t to come outside…and I would just make up something. So, my parent's suspicions grew and, eventually, everything came out. They sent him to rehab for drugs and addictions and, when I still didn't return to the way I was, we moved here. They thought a change of pace would do me good." He looked at her meaningfully. "I guess they were right."
Allison was disgusted. That sick bastard must have mentally damaged his younger brother for life. What he did to him was reprehensible and vile. She stood and walked over to him. She didn't know what to do, except wrap her arms around him and hug him. What else could she do? Brian had lived through a hell and now, just as he began healing from his burns, the devil returned, ready to drag him back under the ground.
Brian replied to her sentiment, wrapping his arms about her. "Now you know…Do you," he hesitated. "Do you think any differently of me?"
She looked up, capturing his gaze. "No. Of course not, Brian. I couldn't."
This made a smile cross his lips for only a moment. Holding her tighter, he kissed the top of her head. "Thank you, baby."
Ally hadn't realized that she flinched a bit when he kissed her, even if it was on the head. However, Brian was well aware of it and pulled away from her. Taking her hand, he brought her back to the bed and sat her down. She looked up at him, for he remained standing.
"Allison, you need to answer my questions now."
She was afraid of this, but she made an agreement. She nodded.
Brian was serious as he looked into her eyes. "First, are you still going to leave, because I want you to stay. That is the only thing I'm going to ask of you and I really hope you do. You are one of the main reasons as to why I was able to get my life back and start to feel…normal again…I want to do the same for you."
Allison's eyes flicked to the hands in her laps. She was ringing them out nervously. Although she already said she would stay, that was just an apology for yelling at him. But, after what Brian had just told her and thinking about what the boy has done for her, any thoughts of leaving flew out of her mind. Looking up at him, she smiled. "I'll stay…and…I'll go to the police. Just come with me. Okay?"
Brian nodded. "Of course. I was already planning on doing that." Then, came the second question. "Second," he said, leaning forward. "What happened?"
Allison looked away, but found her eyes continually returning to him. What was she going to do? Could she really tell him? And if she did, what would he do?