Chapter Eleven: DEAD

Nothing ever interest the younger boy anymore. He has no friends, the only person he ever spoke more than one word to was his younger brother Sammy. A bucket of fucking sunshine and rainbows compare to Sky's messed up life. Sammy is only fourteen but he seems to be a lot wiser than his age. He is also the reason Sky gets through life most of the time and for that he is always grateful. Sky had led a very strange life for a teenager. It got to a point when everyone thought he was on drugs. But there was no such thing. He went to school and went home, then lock himself up in his own private hell all day and through the night. No one ever visits him, he never visits anyone, he was better off alone.

After all these years, the name still stuck to his heart. He couldn't call him by another. Sky knew he loved the man, no matter how disgusting it may sound or feel like, he was still waiting for him to come back, fully without any lady, just him.

Stefan was his.

He remembered when his grandpa had called him up one evening and had shocked him so deep he thought he would have died.

But nothing happened.

*******

"Stop pushing him away." Papa Jo had berated him that day, three years ago.

"W-what?" Sky had asked in utter shock. Papa Jo knew? Who else does? What would happen to him now?

"You know what I mean, stop pushing him away. Forgive him and forget. You need to live a little, you need to move on. You've shut yourself up to the world for a very long time now, don't you think?" John couldn't bear seeing his grandkids go through this torture anymore. He knew Stefan has refused to come home because he just couldn't be with Sky and then pretend nothing is happening. John felt sorry for the two.

"You knew?" Sky had to ask. His heart beating faster at the realization that someone else might have cut in on his dark secret.

"Yes!" John whispered while pulling the now trembling boy into his embrace. "But it's just me, no one else does, I can assure you." At Sky's nod of his head, John made Sky face him. "I've known from the beginning, you two have been bonded from day one, not sure how anyone else is not seeing this but I am, and I don't want you both hurting anymore." Sky cried even harder, he was grateful his grandpa understood.

"But Stefan is happy, he would always come home with different ladies all the time when we were still in school together, remember? He doesn't want me."

"Don't look at those ladies. Have you ever asked yourself why it's like that? If he is really happy and his relationships have been working perfectly, I'm sure he wouldn't be with so many ladies."

"But--" Sky tried to defend himself but papa Jo wasn't finished.

"Sky, Stefan loves you, he's always loved you, it took him a lot to put up that fight with you eight years ago. But he made a promise to me and I'm certain he would keep it."

"How are you OK with this?" Sky had to ask, this was his grandfather, his father and Stefan's are both his children.

"Because it's meant to be, it's just a pity you both are related, still doesn't mean it's not destined to be. But just because I am OK with it doesn't mean everyone else would be. That's why Stefan needs to be ready for whatever and anything. He had to make sure whatever happens he would be able to take full responsibility of you and himself."

"You think he might still love me?"

"I can swear on my gray hair that he does and will always do." John held his hand up and Sky ran into his warm hug. "And stop crying, you know what it does to Stefan, he is not here doesn't mean he still doesn't hurt when you cry." John smiled as he watched the younger boy furiously wipe at his face.

"Te amo, Abuelo." Sky whispered, feeling like a huge weight has just been lifted from his chest.

"And I love you too."

*******

Sky blinked back tears at that memory, it been three years he had that talk with his grandpa and he has been waiting for Stefan to come home. He would forgive and forget. Perhaps his grandpa will be right and Stefan would still love him.

"Do you always have to look so dead every time I come in here?" Sky turned his head with a smile on his lips. Sammy bounced into the room with his brown eyes glowing and a smirk similar to Sky's playing on his lips.

"What the fuck do you want, Sammy?" Sky stood up to go put a shirt on.

Sammy smiled. "Can't I just want to say hi to my big brother?"

"Uh, no." Sky answered, throwing his shirt over his head. Sammy rolled his eyes in fake annoyance. "When do you ever come in here when you don't want something, or need me to do something."

Sammy looked thoughtful. "Good point."

Sky smiled. "Now what?"

"I bring good news!" Sammy announced. Sky peeked up at him with a look that said "really?"

"Just shut up and listen!" Sammy warned and smiled at the sound of his brother's laughter. Sammy didn't really hear Sky laugh most often, he's always wondered why his brother is always sad, so he had taken it upon himself to make him happy whenever he could and he was glad Sky always reciprocate. "Guess who is coming this weekend?" Sammy smiled up at Sky.

"Sammy, you know I hate games." Sky groaned weakly and went to sit down on the bed.

"Well, what is it you ever really liked? See nothing!" Sammy threw his hands up in surrender and fell back on the bed. "You're such a buzzkill, Sky." Sammy smiled.

"Tell me already, Sammy." Sky pleaded finally, falling into the soft mattress along with his brother.

"Stefan is coming this weekend."