Brandon's P.O.V.

I don't even know when it started to rain. But I got to know two things: Confusion makes me run for my life, and Henry's house is way far than it seems. I lost track of him in the rain. Since I knew the way to his home, I somehow managed it till there. I was drenched. The front door was open, so I went in.

I put my backpack on the floor, hoping that my books were sound. Then I being the very nice boy I was, pulled off my shoes and left them in the foyer. I ran up the stairs; I slipped twice but caught myself from falling. Henry's room door was left ajar. I peeked in. He lay on his bed, his pillow covering his face.

I went in and sat on the bed. I heard a vague 'Go away,' but I didn't go away.

"If you wanna tell me anything I am right here," I copied one of my mom's lines. He removed the pillow from his face and I saw that his eyes were puffy. He looked at me with an emotion I didn't understand. "I didn't want to hide it from you, but I just wasn't able to help it," he told me. "Listen, both you and your sister are driving me insane, so it'd be better if you tell me everything," I said. "First things first, she is not my sister," he said. "We'll see."

"Where do I start my tale of woe?" "From the beginning," I told him. Then he looked at the ceiling as if he was gazing at the night sky.

"I was born in the Levesque family; it was not a great family. My mom loved me only until I confessed my love to a boy of the same age. Jane, her name's not Jane, it is Edith. She too was great at pretending. I considered her my shield from the world, which she wasn't. She was about 13 when I ran away. She had a tracker on me; I ditched it in an old building, which with my luck caught fire. People found traces of me, thus Harry Levesque met his end."

"Why did you run away?"

"My dad. He was the one who Jane killed. He was alcoholic, spoiled, and quick to anger. When he came to know about me, he tried to beat it out of me. He threatened me, grounded me for months, and made me drop out of school. At times I was kept without food. Jane just watched all of this. All she did was, give him a better method to torture me, a psychologist. She was kind and she understood me; she gave me different ideas on how to run away, during our sessions. Jane heard one of them. Now it was her turn to torture me. When she heard what actually happens during the sessions, she told mom. Mom kicked the psychologist out. That was the last straw. I ran away."

By this time, Henry was trying hard not to cry. "Do you wanna know who the psychologist was? It's my foster mom. All she asked me was to become a friend of Evie; she never talks to anyone."

It was seriously hard to believe that Jane was like that. If I was told this story six months earlier, I would have easily believed it, but now, it was hard.

Henry stood up, went to his closet and threw me some clothes saying that I'd catch a cold. I put them on and they smelled like Henry, duh.

Then he touched the screen of his phone and a soft melody started to play.

"Dance with me, and pretend that the world doesn't exist."

I smiled. There was no going back now.

A/N: Love, love, sweet love. Let's see how long it lasts.....jk.....maybe.