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Don't Leave Me - Part Ten

Well, the dad searching is not going too well. I have determined that he does not currently live in the county and at least didn't die here from what I've seen in the death certificates. I've been looking for him in the state records now looking for him. I feel like I'm getting closer though. Oh! And I finally get out of this damned brace this weekend, which is a big plus. But that also means I have to go back to school, bit I don't mind I'm looking forward to seeing my friends again.

There! Sebastien Temmek, hybrid! But it doesn't tell me what hybrid he is. I guess I'll need to call to find out. I hate when things like that happen. I tapped on the button labeled 'relatives' to see if he had any other children or remarried if it is him. One child... male... named Justin. Spouse... named Samantha. I could see that he was divorced once but it doesn't say with whom. I clicked on the button labeled 'parents'. I recognize the name of his mother! Isabel Temmek! She was my grandmother! This has to be him. He lives about twenty miles out of the city in Hillshire.

I can't believe I finally found the lead I was looking for! This could be my father. It has to be! I pulled up the contact information page and looked for a phone number to call him on. I quickly grabbed the phone resting on the coffee table and tapped in the numbers listed under 'cell phone'.

I clutched the pendant hanging around my neck as the phone rang. I got sent to his voice mail. I had no idea what to say so I just started throwing out words after the beep, "Hello Mr. Temmek. I'm... My name is Samson. Samson... Temmek. I don't even know what to say, I just want to know if you are my father or not. Please give me a call back, thanks..." I hit the red button and tossed the phone to the other side of the couch.

I returned to the pad and began to search up pictures of him online now that I knew his middle name, I also looked up pictures of his son. He looked so much like me... at least now I know I've got the right species. His son... I guess my possible brother was pretty good looking and it looks like he got the tall gene, unlike me. He looked to be around twelve or thirteen. Ugh... I felt like the Facebook stalker.

I looked over to the clock. It read "4:38" in big blue light up numbers. Brandon doesn't get home from football practice until five so all I could really do now is wait for him. And... continue my hunt for where he hides his porn! The best way to know how to please your mate is by looking at his porn but he would never show it to me, and I could never find it! I know he prefers to read it or look at pictures over watching it so I'm expecting there to be some of those magazines I've heard about somewhere. I guess he must have moved them after his mother told him that she knew where he kept it because I've checked under the bed and they aren't there, surprisingly he still keeps his lube and condoms there.

We hardly ever used the condoms because we did trust each other that much. I know that I'm the only one he's ever had sex with and before him I was only with one other guy and we never got past mutual masturbation and some minor blowing. The condoms were feline condoms though and supposedly 'enhanced feline anatomy'. Whatever that meant I just know they left me with some sore barbs the morning after.

After twenty minutes of just wandering around the house I returned to the living room and just sat down on the couch turning on the TV. There was some program on about how surrogate parents are allowing gays to have their own children and how some new procedure is being created to allow both gay parents to... contribute to the process. It did get me thinking about whether I actually wanted to have my own children one day. I do want to have children eventually but I never thought that it might actually be possible for two guys to have one, or two girls for that matter. At least not without a surrogate and donated eggs or sperm.

I also wondered about Brandon and if he would want to have children. He never did seem like the parenting type but I know if I told him that I wanted children that he would agree but, I didn't want to force it on him if he didn't want it.

What kind of children did I want? I always did want a son I just thought that I would need to adopt and have more control over the gender but from what this show is saying we could even have a daughter if we wanted.

I heard the jingling of keys at the door and looked over to see Brandon with Luke following not far behind. Brandon brought Luke home with him a few times. It's not that I minded but Luke wasn't exactly my favorite person in the world. He could be rude and didn't really make many good decisions that often. But, he was friends with Brandon so I learned to tolerate it somewhat and never said anything to Brandon about it.

Brandon looked over and gave me a big smile, "Hey."

"Hey! Guess what!"

"What?"

"I think I found him!"

He ran over and sat down next to me, "You do that's great."

"I'm waiting for him to call back. I want you to be there when he does."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world." He held me by the hips and leaned down to kiss me which elicited a few groans from Luke. That's another thing I didn't like about Luke. While he wasn't completely homophobic to the "pray the gay away" point, it was still there and he made it quite obvious to me that he did not like us showing each other affection when he is around. Not like that stopped us though.

I poked my finger loosely at his chest and leaned in showing him my teeth seductively. I spoke in a stupid sounding voice, "Someone sure smells manly today..."

"Coach made us run extra laps today so I was nice and sweaty today."

"That sounds... hot. Can't wait for your next game. Maybe I'll dye my head fur blue for our team colors."

"I don't think blue hair would look good on you."

"Oh, don't make me get my piercings out if you want to see what looks bad on me. Although I did always like the nose ring..."

"Now you're just teasing me."

"Yup. I'm in a good mood today." I walked over to the couch and sat down. I was still shirtless because the back brace does cover most of my upper body and I got sick of wrestling with my shirts a while ago.

Luke decided to interject, "I'm throwing a party at my house on Sunday night since my parents will be away for the long weekend. You two are invited if you guys wanna come."

"Sure we'll be there. I can't wait to finally be able to get out of this house." I stood up to stretch my arms over my head cracking my neck in the process as well looking him in the face with a creepy smile. I figured I might as well creep him out and be way too nice to him if he wasn't going to like me.

"Great... I 've gotta go Brandon I'll see you in at practice tomorrow." He walked out of the door closing it behind him.

"Ugh... I thought he would never leave."

Brandon gave a little laugh as he sat down next to me and talked, "Why do you always have to act like a creeper when you're around him?"

"He doesn't like me."

"Sure he does! He did invite you to his party."

"He invited you. Do you think he would have invited me if we weren't dating?"

"Maybe I don't know."

"Exactly!" my attention was draw back to the TV.

"What'cha watching?"

"Something about Surrogates... Brandon, do you want to have children? Eventually I mean not... now."

"Ha... I guess everyone wants some eventually. There's one question I have though. Who's going to father them?"

"We both will. From what this show said we can with some new genetic engineering technique. We'll still need a surrogate."

"I am not asking my sister to have our children."

"I never said it needed to be your sister." I heard the phone begin to ring. I quickly grabbed it and answered.

"Hello?" I heard a female voice on the other line.

"Hello. Is this Samson Temmek?"

"Yes this is he. May I ask who you are?"

"Hi Samson, I'm Samantha Temmek, Sebastien's wife."

"Hello Mrs. Temmek is..."

"Please you can call me mom."

"Excuse me?"

"You probably don't even know who I am we met once after your mom and dad divorced I haven't seen you since.

"I'm sorry I don't remember. I was told my dad walked out on my mom and I definitely see why I just did the same."

"Oh... Where are you staying?"

"I'm staying with my... I'm living at a... friend's house in Williamsport."

"We live in Hillshire. I guess we'll need to find a way for you to come and visit."

"I'm not doing anything tomorrow if that works for you. I can ride the bus to Hillshire."

"Don't you have school during the day?"

I chuckled a bit, "Normally I do but, I'm currently in a back brace from a recent spine surgery. I finally get out of the thing on Saturday."

"Oh. What happened?" Okay now what do I tell her? My boyfriend and I were fucking and then I ruptured a disk in my back? Not sure how they would take that news. The gay part not the spine thing.

"I had a disk in my spine collapse about two weeks ago and I fractured a vertebra."

"Well that doesn't sound good... I hope you're feeling better."

"Thanks"

"Well I'll be here all day tomorrow if you want to stop by. You can even stay for dinner if you want."

"I'll see you then, I guess?"

"See you tomorrow Samson." I hung up the phone and sat it down on the couch. Brandon was leaning over me rubbing my shoulders.

"It's him." I told him. "I just can't believe it was that easy to find him."

"What were you expecting?"

"I don't really know I just expected it to be a lot harder. I also expected more tears."

"Do you want to go... celebrate?"

I gave him my best smile as I stood up, "You know I do."

Unfortunately a night of cuddling with Brandon didn't really make the time pass any quicker. He decided to skip school to come with me. I couldn't find a shirt that wasn't too tight with this brace so I just went with the loosest fitting one I could find and it still showed the brace through the fabric. I just decided to go with it I get out of the thing tomorrow anyway.

"You know that tight shirt and brace make you look like you're wearing body armor. I find it quite hot."

I joked with him, "Just don't mess with me. I'll use it if I have to!"

"Now I'm scared..." Chris walked into the living room, "Come on guys you're going to miss the bus if we don't get going."

Chris dropped us off at the bus station, the bus ride wasn't bad and not very crowded. It was a short ride from Williamsport to Hillshire only about forty-five minutes with a little traffic. Thankfully they didn't live that far away from the bus stop I walked up to the address she gave me and knocked on the door.

A young feline around fifteen years old opened the door. His stripes were slightly more subtle than mine and his fur was tanner than mine and he was only a few inches shorter than me but he would probably pass me pretty soon. "Are you Justin?"

"Yeah. Who are you?"

"That's a complicated question. Is your mother home?"

"Yeah, one sec." he turned his head and yelled inside, "Mom! Someone's here to see you!"

He turned back to us, "She'll be out in a sec."

"Thank you." A few moments later a lioness came running down the stairs. She was a little taller than me by only about two inches.

"Samson is that you?"

"Yes. I hope you don't mind but I brought my friend Brandon with me. I've been living at his house for about the last month and a half."

"No problem, why don't you two come on in." She opened the door and motioned us to come in, "Feel free to sit down I'll be back with some drinks." Justin was laying on his back fidgeting with his phone. He had his feet over the side of the couch. Brandon seemed to catch his eye.

"Hey aren't you that gay quarterback from Williamsport High?"

"Justin!" his mother came back into the room carrying a drink tray.

"It's fine Mrs. Temmek. I see word travels fast." Brandon gave a little laugh

"My school played yours two weeks ago. I plan to try out for our team next year. So are you dating anyone?"

"Sorry I'm already taken." Brandon giggled and I didn't expect what Justin was going to say next.

"Too bad you're really hot."

"Thank you but, I'm also just a little too old for you." Brandon found it quite amusing and it definitely made me feel better since they already had one gay son which would definitely make me telling them much easier.

Brandon continued, "So are you currently with anyone?"

"Not right now. I only came out like six months ago. I had one boyfriend but it didn't last long. How about you Samson? You got anyone special?"

I looked at Brandon with an embarrassed expression, "Well..." I placed by hand on his thigh, "I sort of brought my someone special with me..."

He chuckled a bit, "So you're gay too!"

"Justin! What is with you and calling people gay today?" his mother walked back into the room.

I just started talking without really thinking about who I was talking to, "Oh no it's okay we both really are gay..."

"Okay. Do you like tea or just water?"

Brandon answered first, "Just water please."

"Me too, please." She gave a friendly nod as she walked to the kitchen. Justin moved from his position jumping to his feet in one fluid feline motion. He sat down next to me and signaled us to lean in close.

"So do you two like..."he couldn't keep a straight face as he asked us and began laughing be for he finished.

Brandon guessed at what he was about to ask, "Do you mean, do we have sex?" it surprised me how candid he was about the whole thing. Justin shook his head in response still cracking up. "Yes we do but you shouldn't be thinking about having sex with other guys right now. Wait a little bit until you find the right guy. That's what I did."

"What's it like though?"

"It's..."

I interrupted him, "It's like being as close as you possibly can with someone and feeling like you know everything they're thinking and... feeling. Whether you the one on the inside or they're the one inside you."

Brandon put his arm around me, "Aww... I didn't know you felt that way." He used his cute sarcastic voice to say that. I hit him gently on the arm. "I'm kidding!

"You better be."

We sat there talking with him for a few hours until his mother came back in. "Samson, there's someone here who would like to see you." My eyes instantly lit up and I jumped to my feet. I looked to Brandon.

"I want you to come with me." He gave me a gentle nod before standing up. Samantha led us to the dining room. On the far side of the table I saw him. He looked just like I remembered with just a little bit more grey on the muzzle. "...daddy?"

He stood up and walked over to me, he looked at me as if inspecting me. His eyes fixated on my pendant. "I missed you so much Samson." I fell into his arms with tears in my eyes.

"I missed you too..." we talked for about two hours together mostly about me and a little about Justin which definitely made it easier for me to tell him Brandon and I were mates. He wasn't too thrilled about the 'mates' part but he didn't really care that I was gay. Thank you brother I never knew I had for breaking the ice for me. He seemed really upset about what I went through with my mother. After I showed him a few scars he told me about how he lost the custody battle and how he tried to come to see me but my mother wouldn't let him.

Brandon and I stayed for dinner and I found it interesting how close he and Justin were getting, it was almost like they were brothers. After dinner my father drove us home with Justin tagging along. When we pulled into Brandon's drive way I promised my dad that I would make time to visit and would try to call him every day. At least I finally had a parent I wasn't a complete disgrace to and I wouldn't care if they lived down the hall or across the globe. We decided that I would stay with Brandon until I go to college so I could be close to him and so I wouldn't need to change schools.

When we got in Chris couldn't wait to ask us all about it and Brandon was all too eager to tell her about my little brother hitting on him. I went to bed early and spent most of Saturday relaxing with Brandon in my room... I swear that is all we were doing just with a little cuddling. I'm serious! He didn't even offer to give me oral which was a shock since he did at least twice a day for the past two weeks. Although today was the day I finally get to take this brace off so I do have... plans for tomorrow after the party at Luke's.

Finally I was able to get a good night's sleep without that thing pushing my ribs into my lungs which is definitely worse for cats since our bones are pretty much designed to pop in and out of their sockets all of the damn time! Ugh... primates are lucky their bones fuse together with age ours just seem fall apart.

I put on my favorite shirt and a pair of black jeans. Not skinny jeans, I always hate those things, but they also weren't those jeans that look too lose and distressed, they were those jeans you put on and you're in long pants heaven. You know those kind of jeans that fit absolutely perfectly and still make your ass look good. I slipped my pendant on over my head and brushed out my head fur going with the subtle upwards part tonight that Brandon loves.

He walked into my room, "You ready?"

"Yup just a minute... there! Ready."

"Then let's go Chris is waiting in the living room and she's getting impatient."

"When isn't Chris impatient? Now come on lets go I'm ready to get my slut on in front of Luke." As I walked past him I felt his paw grab my ass. I gave a playful yipe as we walked out.

The party was pretty much what I expected from Luke and his gang. Furs grinding in the living room, lap dances in the corner and strange sounds coming from upstairs a few I didn't even want to know about let alone hear in the first place. Brandon seemed to be enjoying himself though so I wasn't complaining that much. The one thing I couldn't stand though was all the furs doing drugs around me. I don't care if you do drugs, unless your name is Brandon Carrie that is, just don't do them around me. I don't even like people smoking e-cigarettes around me. I've just seen too many people in my own family destroy their lives with drugs and alcohol to tolerate it.

Of course Brandon was drinking though, I didn't have to like it, I just had to keep up my smiles as people walked by as I say on his lap. It wasn't like I was grinding on him or anything I was just there to be close I guess. But of course as he kept drinking he just got worse and worse, I had to tell him to stop trying to stick his paws into my pants a few times and to excessively groping and rubbing me.

I looked over at Chris I noticed that she also wasn't drinking, she gave me a look that told me that she wasn't really too thrilled at this point either. I felt a paw sliding down my thigh again, "Brandon stop it! We're in public..." I swatted him away. Great... just what I need now... he's got a boner. I tried to make polite excuse to get away, "I'm going to go over and see what Chris is doing. Okay?"

I hopped off his lap and he grabbed my arm, "No baby, stay here with me."

"Look, I'll get you a drink while I'm up. Okay?" he nodded to me with his drunk expression. I had no intention of getting him a drink while I was up. I'll just tell him I forgot. The last thing he needs tonight is more alcohol.

As I walked over to Chris I bumped into Amy she was holding a plastic cup in her paw with some kind of smelly liquid in it. "Hey Amy."

"Oh hey Samson what are you doing here?" she was definitely drunk.

"I'm with Brandon."

"Oh where is he I might as well go say hi, if ya know what I mean." She elbowed me in the arm with wide eyes.

"No I don't know what you mean."

"Oh there he is! Thanks Sammy see ya later or something..."

I continued walking o Chris pushing away the occasional drunk fur. She greeted me with a half empty smile, "Why are you letting him do that to you?"

"It's not like I'm letting him do it! He just is... I'm only over here now because I told him I was getting him another drink!"

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, "Do they even have any non-alcoholic drinks here?"

"Not that I can tell, why?"

"I can't drink alcohol it really messes me up on the inside. Something about my liver or something else I really don't remember what the doctors said."

"Well this party sucks. You can't drink anything and I won't... And I'm practically being molested by frisky over there." I looked over to see Brandon's empty, "Great... where did he go now!"

"Good luck..."

"Thanks..."

I approached Luke who had Janet giving him a lap dance on the living room chair, "Hey... Luke. Do you know where Brandon is?"

"He went upstairs, said he needed to use the bathroom..."

"Thanks..." jackass...

I made my way up the stairs dodging a few drunks nearly falling down the stairs as they went. Well he wasn't throwing up in the bathroom but about four girls were. I began checking the bedrooms. Wish I could unsee what was happening the first one, the second was surprisingly empty but definitely smelled like nobody's business. I heard what sounded like Brandon coming from the third door. I slowly opened it and couldn't believe what I was seeing he was on top of Amy shirtless and kissing her. Thankfully his pants were still on. "Brandon?!" they immediately stopped and looked over at me standing in the door way. I didn't say anything I just ran back down the stairs holding back tears.

I heard his voice behind me I looked back seeing him throwing his shirt back on, Samson!"

"Leave me alone, Brandon!" He chased after me.

"Sam! Wait!"

I barked back at him, "Don't you fucking call me that anymore!" I was trying to make my way through the dancers when I felt his paw grab my arm. I pulled my arm back and yelled, "Don't touch me!" He spun me around so that I was facing him his claws dug into my arm, "Ow! Stop! Brandon... You're hurting me." I looked up with tears in my eyes. He tightened his grip and I screamed.

I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he spoke to me not letting me get away, "Sam..." I slapped him and he turned right around on me with the back of is paw whipping across my face even harder. I broke away from his grip with tears rolling down my face and just stared at him hunched over. By now most of the other guests had stopped dancing and were staring right at us with a few gasps rising from them. I ran for the door leaving him behind, "Sam, please let me explain!"

I rushes back over to him, "Let you explain what?! Why you were giving my best friend a tonsillectomy in the bedroom? Why you two have been texting behind my back for weeks? You know, I'm beginning to wonder just what you two have been doing while I wasn't in school and just why she never talks to me anymore! And, ...why you of all people would do this to me..."

"It's not like that Sam..." He held out his paws to grab my hips.

I swatted them away and pushed him away throwing a few slaps at his arms and chest, "Get away from me!" I tried to escape from the room stumbling over myself as I did.

"SAM!"

"BASTARD!" I turned around quickly giving him the middle finger before continuing, "Don't you have a bitch to go fuck? 'Cause I'm certainly not doing anything with you tonight!"

He walked after me. Chris emerged from the crowd giving him a death stare and pointing her finger at him with a face that said 'I will deal with you later'. She began running after me, "Sam! Wait for me!"

I was already halfway down the street cleaning out my eyes, "I don't want to talk Chris..."

She caught up with me. I could hear the clicking of her high heels on the pavement, "Then we won't talk we'll just walk then."

"How the hell could he do this to me? I thought he loved me!" The tears began rolling down my face again.

She spoke softly acting like the big sister, "I don't know... but he does love you."

"He has a really strange way of showing it. How long has this even been going on between them?"

"I didn't even know anything about it and I'm his sister."

"And I was his mate. I can't believe I actually wanted to have his... ugh!" I made it very clear to her that I was using past tense.

"You don't really mean that do you? I mean we don't really know much of anything about this. What if it was just some drunken mistake?" She tried to make me see any reason I could but I was just too angry to listen.

"Was it me? Am I just not good enough for him?"

"I know for a fact that that is not it. He has made one thing apparent, he thinks the world of you. When you were in surgery he was scared to death that he might lose you. And who was it that brought you breakfast when you couldn't walk up the stairs? Who left you notes every day for two weeks telling you about how much he loves you and misses you when you're gone? Who helps you when you're feeling down?"

"Him... except for the last one because most of the time it's you or your mother who picks me back up."

"But he does do it sometimes."

"I still can't forgive him that easily for what he did tonight."

"I'm not saying you need to. Just... hear him out when he's sober and then decide. What he did tonight... everything he did tonight was completely out of line and trust me he will be hearing hell about it for weeks from everyone... including me. But none of that will hurt him as much as losing you will." I wiped the tears from my eyes as she placed her paw on my shoulder and walked away leaving me alone.

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(Chris' POV)

I stormed back into Luke's living room and tracked down my brother who was sitting on the couch alone. I took my paw back pawed him across the muzzle, "How the hell could you do this to him?!" He just sat there and stared at his foot paws, "ANSWER ME!"

"I don't know..."

"HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW?!" I was furious with him. Furious that he would do something so stupid even if he was drunk. He went to drink from the plastic cup he had in his hand and I just slapped it down to the floor. "How much have you had to drink tonight?" I was genuinely concerned this time.

"I don't really know..." he looked up at me with giant pupils and breath that reeked of whisky. He could barely keep his head still as he looked up at me.

"Okay. I am taking you home." I pushed my paws behind his back trying to push him up off the couch, "Come on we're going home." I finally wrestled him up and escorted his hunched over body out the door giving an absolutely vile and nasty look to Luke.

I knew I was in for a long walk home when he lost most of his dinner in the bushes in front of the house. It did not get better from there. He must have thrown up five or six times by the time we got home. I just decided to take him and the car to the hospital, I was remembering all the health classes we spent learning about alcohol and alcohol poisoning.

Sure enough that's exactly what he had. Getting your stomach pumped after losing your boyfriend has to be the low point of any night. A nurse walked into the room and approached me, "Miss Carrie you can follow me to recovery now if you want." I gave her a curt nod. She looked at me a few seconds before signaling me to follow, "Weren't you here a few weeks ago?"

"Yes my brother's boyfriend was here for some problem with his back two weeks ago."

"I thought so. How is he doing?"

"I wish I could say fine. His spine is as good as new, but... he's had other personal problems that have just come up."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Send him my best for me." We continued down the hall for a little bit, "Right in here Miss Carrie."

"Thank you, nurse."

"Sure thing. If you need anything just let me know." I gave her a nod as I opened the door and walked into the room. Brandon was laying on the hospital bed tapping at his phone screen.

"Hey..." I approached him cautiously.

"Hey..."

"How're ya feeling?"

"Like a freight train is sitting on top of my head." I noticed his eyes beginning to water, "Chris... I've done something horrible."

"I know..." he was becoming more and more emotional by the second.

"I don't want to lose him Chris. I don't want to lose him..." his face was now wet with the tears running down it.

"Then tell him that! It won't be easy but you really hurt him tonight... in more ways than one."

"I don't know how to tell him."

"Just give him some time to himself for a while and then just tell him how stupid you are and how much you love him and want him back. Mom will be here to get you in about an hour..."

He cut me off, "Where are you going?"

"I have some more damage control to take care of and a few more heads to bust from last night."

I left the hospital and got into my car and drove home. I immediately went down stairs and knocked on Samson's door. I didn't hear any response so I called out, "Samson its Chris. Are you in there?" I still didn't hear a response so I tried the door knob and opened the door. The room was empty. I walked up the stairs and saw my mom in the kitchen. "Hey mom. Is Samson here?"

"I thought he would be at the hospital with Brandon."

"No he uh... left the party early. He... wasn't feeling well."

"He might be out for a walk or something. I haven't seen him. He'll probably be back later."

"Thanks. I'm gonna go see if I can find him. See ya, be back later." I took my keys from the counter and headed out. I didn't even know where to start looking. Where would I be if I were him? That's it! I know where he is. I've gone there a few times myself and I know he's been there before.

I pulled my car into the parking lot of the old convenience store and walked around the back getting a few strange looks from those who were walking by since I was still in my party outfit and heels from last night.

I saw his familiar figure sitting underneath a few of the trees. I approached him speaking softly, "Hey... I've been wondering where you went."

"Huh... oh. Hey Chris." I sat down next to him pulling off my heels and sitting them next to me.

"I just got back from the hospital. The nurse sends you her regards."

"What were you doing at the hospital?"

"A certain lion nearly drunk himself to death after losing something very important to him." He scoffed at me rolling his eyes. I've never really noticed but both he and Brandon both had the most amazing eyes. Brandon's blue-grey and his emerald green. "He needed to get his stomach pumped and I helped him realize what he lost."

"From what I saw he already has a replacement lined up."

"Actually he was practically hysterical because he didn't think he would ever get it back." I noticed the wire coming from his ear, "What'cha listening to?"

"Jar of Hearts." CRAP! I have my work cut out for me.

"Is it helping?"

"Sort of. I've moved past wanting to kill them to never talking to either again."

"You don't really mean that do you?"

"Wait until I get to Trust and then ask me again."

"Mind if I listen?" He handed me his free bud. Yup he's scorned.

He began singing softly, "And who do you think you are..."

"Which one are you singing about?"

"Depends which line." I flicked my ears at the mumblings coming from a buck and a mare heading to the dumpster.

"EXCUSE ME! We are trying to have a moment here!" The mare rolled her eyes at me as they kept walking. "Some people..."

"You learn to ignore the tramps after a while."

"Trust me that was no tramp. That is what is called a bitch."

"Strange. I thought that was Amy..." I heard a faint laugh so at least I was getting somewhere... I guess.

"Maybe I'm just getting my bitches and sluts mixed up. There's not much difference between them. I saw another pair walking up, I mean seriously I didn't know it was possible to look that slutty! Hot pink rhinestone stilettos do not look good on anyone especially when they're paired with purple lipstick, "Come on let me drive you home we can talk there..."

"I don't think I'm gonna argue with you this time." I stood up grabbing my heels and held down my paw to help him up. We were quiet for most of the ride home and when we pulled up I noticed mom's car missing so that worked for me because that means Brandon's not home yet and will need to walk right by us when he comes back from the hospital.

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Chris and I had been sitting on the couch talking for the better part of an hour. She managed to calm me down a lot most of the pain from earlier was mostly fear and distrust and I finally started listening to 'The Words' so I must be improving. I went completely silent when I heard the door opening I turned to see Brandon staring at me looking ashamed.

Our eyes locked as he walked by. The stoic look on my face was slowly replaced with pain and sadness as he walked down the stairs to his room.

Chris' voice brought me back to reality, "Do you want to go talk to him?"

"I... I don't know..."

"I really think you should."

"What do I say?" my voice was shaking.

"Anything." She put her paw on my shoulder as I stood up and slowly made my way to the stairs walking down them on shaky legs. When I got to his door I hesitated but eventually built up the courage to weakly knock on it.

I heard his hollow voice from the other side, "Yeah...?" I slowly opened the door and crept inside.

"Hey..."

"Hey..."

It didn't take me long to begin to break down, "Please tell me it was just some stupid, drunken, mistake." He completely lost any composure he had.

"I feel so stupid, and horrible, and ashamed, and... scared out of my mind..." He was a mess. He had tears streaming down his face and I could barely understand him when he spoke. "I'm so stupid! I've lost the one thing I love with my life." I can't believe I was hearing this from him. I haven't heard him like this since our first night together. No, this is much worse.

He was laying on his belly, I walked over and sat down next to him placing my paw on his back his body was heaving up and down as he hysterically cried below. "You haven't lost me yet. You just need to... find me at the next station..." I spoke more out of pity than anything else deep down I was still pissed at him I still felt like I wanted to hurt him back for what he did to me. "I don't want to lose you either..."

"You don't mean that."

"I wish I didn't but I do." I don't know why I was doing what I was. It was like I was someone completely different. "And I'm gonna show you. You're mine."

I began tearing off his shirt as I flipped him over pulling his sobbing face into a kiss as I moved down to his pants tearing them off as well. I pulled him back into a kiss as I began working on my clothes and grabbing a condom from underneath his bed.

When I finally got all of my clothes off I began working on my sheath so I could get the condom on. I looked up at Brandon who was just lying there naked watching me with puffy eyes and a stupid expression. I could see that he was already getting hard-on. I finally was hard enough to begin slipping on the condom.

I took him by the shoulders and dragged him to the floor putting him on his hands and knees. I knelt down behind him lining up with his hole. I was still angry at him so his pleasure wasn't really a priority in my mind right now. I took a hold of his hips and pushed my cock forward and didn't stop until we were hilted. A few grumbles of pain arose from him but I wasn't concerned, he had hurt me so why should I care about his comfort.

I pulled out just to force myself back in nearly knocking him off his paws. I did give him a little bit of time to recover between thrusts since he was breathing quite heavily and unevenly. I decided to give him a little compassion, so I leaned forward and asked him with tears rolling down my face, "Do you still want me?"

He hissed back at me and said, "Yesss... More than anything in the world..."

I resumed my brutal pounding of his tail hole this time picking up my pace and the force of my thrusts causing a few shaky moans to arise from his muzzle. I began moaning as I bent over latching onto him with my arms, clawing at him from the sides, to give myself better leverage over him as my thrusting continued to force him forward. I could feel my instincts taking me over as I forced my entire body weight down onto his back so he couldn't escape. I made deep grunting noises and my tail coiled around his as the pleasure took over me.

I could feel it building inside of me. For some reason I pulled out of him only to tear off the condom before pushing back in and resuming our mating session. It wasn't long before I shot my load deep inside of him, I don't even think I gave him the chance to cum before I pulled and collapsed on top of him crying. I'm not sure but I guess he heard me because he slowly moved to lay on his side causing me to fall off of him. He turned over and gently held my arms.

"What's wrong?" I felt terrible about what I just did to him.

"When you hurt me it was just... a stupid drunk mistake, and I hated you for it. So much that I intentionally tried to hurt you tonight." He pulled himself closer to me and I buried my head into his furry chest.

"It's okay I deserved it. I will do anything for you, no matter how much it hurts. I just never want to lose you again." He rested his chin on the top of my head gently stroking my back.

"Brandon, do you still want to have children?"

I could hear his voice tearing up as he spoke, "Only if they're with you..."

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That's all for now folks a very dramatic Part Ten took us places and did things even I didn't know were going to happen! This Part was pretty fun and interesting to write and has rocketed itself to my second favorite chapter behind Part Nine.

Part Ten is by far the largest Part of 'Don't Leave Me' being two words shy of 7,200 words and taking up 26 pages in its word document making it easily three to five times larger than any of the other chapters excluding Part One which is only a thousand words behind.

I never expected this story would even have five regular readers let alone thirty with 10 subscribers and watches. When I started I felt like the story would be lucky to make it to Part Four let alone have eight full length parts two feature length stories and one special chapter with a second season on the way and even a spin-off/sequel series!

Even though I liked writing it this part was a real bitch to write mostly because of the 'Speed' references I needed to set up and how I wrote it. Part Ten was actually written as four different parts written independently and were later spliced together. In case you're wondering, or actually reading this, the three parts were introduction, father and party scenes, the fight and Chris scenes and finally the sex scene at the end which had extensive alterations since it was the first one I wrote and is slightly based on Brandon's fantasy from Part Nine.

I guess I'll stop boring you guys now.

Please comment if you liked Part Ten and tell me which chapter you liked best. Here's to a good Season Two and best of luck to 'Speed'!