...To Come Apart

“Madison fucked Shawn?!” Heather repeated in shock having just heard what Brandon had found out. How he’d known she’d fucked someone last night, how he’d believed it to be Trent and that Madison had even confirmed that conclusion, but then how he’d heard that it wasn’t Trent at all, it had been that despicable bastard Shawn who had fucked and creampied his twin sister. Of course, he left out someone details, such as enlisting Ashley to distract his teammate, or what his sister and Victoria had been doing when he’d overheard the truth. But they knew enough, enough to be in utter disbelief.

Heather shook her head, insisting that it wasn’t possible. “She had to have been tricked or blackmailed in some way,” she said.

“She was,” Kurt said eagerly. “Victoria said Shawn tricked her and fucked her.”

“Well, then, there you go, you should be mad at Shawn,” Heather said, still holding on to Brandon’s arm, though her grip lessening. “Why are you trying to clear Kurt’s head from his body?”

“Because he knew something had happened with Shawn and my sister.” Brandon spun out of the hold, loosing the three girls and one man that had been holding him back. Now though he was even further away from Kurt, with the others stuck in the middle. Brandon pointed at Zack. “He knew Madison went to the club to fuck someone to get back at me.” Brandon turned his finger towards Heather and Ashley. “And who knows if I can trust that you didn’t tell me what was really going on.”

“Hey, dude, I did you like the biggest favor today,” Ashley spat back bitterly, subconsciously rubbing her ass.

“Madison didn’t tell me anything either. When I was helping her get ready, she told me Trent was coming over but mostly we talked about you and this stupid game the two of you are playing,” Heather fired back, her temper flaring.

“This isn’t a game-” Brandon began.

“Of course, it’s a fucking game. You’re both playing chicken with your emotions. You both know how the other feels, but you’re too scared to give in and she’s too stubborn to let go. So, you’re trying to control everything, who she sees, what she does, her entire future, and she’s acting out, causing as much chaos as possible just to get a reaction from you,” Heather interjected, brandishing her own finger at the quarterback. “I warned both of you that this plan was bad, and here we are; she’s made a mistake and you’ve gotten hurt, but you’re blaming everyone else but yourselves because then you might actually have to admit that you’re both being idiots.”

The room went silent in the aftermath of Heather’s reprimand. Brandon opened his mouth to retort but his throat failed him, the weight of Heather’s words suffocating anything he could say to counter it. Mostly because she was right. He was blaming the wrong people, trying to **** an issue because it was what he wanted. And all it had done was put him at war with the one person he cared about more than anything else in the world. And driven her right into the opportunistic clutches of the psychopath, Shawn Lewis.

“Brandon?” came a soft, hesitant voice from behind him.

He’d know that voice anywhere, wheeling around to see his sister, hurriedly dressed, with Victoria Walker, equally disheveled, standing in the doorway to the dining room. She looked angry and afraid, her eyes vibrating as they stared into his face, waiting for some reply. But his expression must have told her all that she need to know, confirming what he already knew in her gut to be true.

“You know,” she said simply, swallowing hard.

Victoria leapt into damage control. “This was all my fault. If I hadn’t gone on that date with Dustin…gone back to that apartment where I met Shawn. Normally I’d never go back to a boy’s apartment like that after a date, but everyone else was having fun and being free, I thought, ‘why not me too?’” She shook her head and looked at her feet. “But I brought Shawn into our lives. Madison was only trying to help by finding out what had really happened at the apartment. She was trying to do a good thing.”

“That’s not your fault,” Kurt said with a sigh, disappointed that Victoria was still holding herself accountable for that. “You should be able to have fun without worrying about someone manipulating your emotions. Any guy who would **** a woman into sex isn’t someone you should be defending.”

“He didn’t **** me,” Madison admitted, her eyes heavy with water now. “We made a deal. He’d tell me everything I wanted to know, if I pretended to fuck him and videoed it. Something to make you jealous…” She stared wordlessly at her brother for a moment before looking away, and continuing. “In the middle, after he got me riled up, he broke his end of the deal and fucked me for real. And I let him because it felt too good to stop. I was arrogant and I was foolish.” She looked to her brother again. “You have every right to be angry, but only at me.”

He shook his head and made to push past the girls to leave. As he moved through them, Madison reached out and grabbed his arm, making him stop. He was strong enough that he could have easily pulled away and continued on his path, but something about his sister’s touch, the sudden grasp his wrist made him pause. He looked over his shoulder at her.

“Where are you going?” She demanded, tears dropping from her lashes and leaving trails down her cheeks.

“I can’t…” he said hoarsely.

“Just shout at me. You did it to everyone else,” Madison half pleaded for her brother to punish her. “I fucked up. I know that. But I also know that we can find a way through this. Even if it’s only as brother and sister, I can’t not have you in my life.”

“Only as brother and sister?” Kendra muttered, beginning to piece together the real reason their emotions were running so high. Until now it had seemed that Brandon had gone way overboard in his due diligence with his brotherly protective duties. But they were, or had been, fucking, and now it all began to make more sense to the older girl.

Brandon pulled away from his sister’s grasp, but didn’t move. He stood and stared at the floor, his breathing still laboured from his attempt to physically harm Kurt. No one else dared speak.

“I…I never believed you could have been so…hurtful…to go so low as to fuck Shawn of all people. It doesn’t even matter why you did it; to make me jealous, though that’s an especially deep cut, or to help Victoria which is just so short-sighted. I can accept that Victoria was naïve enough to get herself into that situation, and before that moment, none of us really knew how deplorable Shawn could be,” Brandon replied, his voice steady, sure and tinged with defeat. “But you let him fuck you, knowing how terrible he was. To go into that situation with that person and not be able to stop just because it feels good…I got angry because I didn’t want it to be true. I wanted to storm in here and demand the truth and find out that I’d been mistaken. That it didn’t happened like how I’d heard, or it sounded worse than it actually was. But no, the truth is the worst.”

“Is that really so bad?” Heather asked awkwardly. “Over half the girls in his room have fucked Shawn. The only difference is how much closer you are to the ground on this one.”

“Yeah, man, she’s your sister,” Zack urged him, earning an arched eyebrow and a smile from Heather. “Family has to account for something.”

“You don’t understand. It’s not even about the very act itself. I literally never thought it was possible for Madison to sink so low,” He said, before turning his eyes back to his twin. “I thought I knew you. I thought we were bonded in ways that no one else could ever understand. But I was wrong. That’s what this proved to me. I don’t know you at all.”

Brandon left, running from the room with no one left to hold him back or stop him. Madison followed, crying as she rushed to catch up with him. The others shadowed the twins, moving from the dining room to the living room, just in time to see Madison crossing the room, and Brandon at the door. He was stopped dead in his tracks though as he opened it to find someone already on the other side; a young man, 21 years old, with short brown hair and emerald green eyes, his hand raised ready to knock.

“Oh, hi, Bran,” said Peter Zander, recognizing his ex-girlfriend’s, little sister’s boyfriend. “Ashley called me. Said you guys were having some trouble with Hannah.”