Grandma knows best...Or deos she?

Two days later, Brian still couldn't take sexy guy. I mean, Bash out of his head.

"Doofus stop spazzing out!"

"The guy probably forgot all about you already!"

"After all, he's definitely straight, not to mention out of your league, BIG TIME."

'Thanks, you're as supportive as always.'

But your right, I should just forget about him already.

'I can't help but wonder though, if maybe, just maybe he's thinking about me too?'

"Pfff...

"Hehehe MAY..be hehehe."

Shut up.!!!

There is still a possibility that he still wants me to join the team.

Maybe if I join, and we get to know each other, we could end up together.

I can totally picture our life... having kids growing old together.

"SERIOUSLY JUST BE COOL BOY DAM!!"

"You don't even know the guy. Sex is one thing, but marriage and kids your such a doofus."

I.. I know I was just indulging myself, God!

Brian hadn't even spent more than five minutes with Bash. But here, he was already picturing their life together. Not Knowing real love does that to a guy.

"If you kip being this toxic, even if by a small, little, tiny chance. It turns out that Sexy guy actually likes you. He will definitely run for the hills as soon as you meet again."

"Hehehe.

God, I'M SUCH A DWEEB, like that would ever happen!

"Hehehe not a Dweeb more like a Doofus."

'Ha-ha, very funny.

However, Bash looked into his eyes and called him Bri two days ago, which made Brian wander, "what if" and gave him a bit of HOPE.

Bri, I like it!

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Looking in the mirror, the face that looked back at him gave a lot to be desired.

Brian gazed at his reflection. His abridged sleepy blue eyes with a little mole at the right side, made him look tired even when he was not. His eyebrows were a bit bushy with almost no form at all. Brian always thought about shaving or waxing them, but was too lazy. So he never actually got down to actually doing it. His nose was okay... a bit small but nice. It made his face look cute..ish rather than hot or manly.

Brian's leaps were nothing to brag about; there were almost none existent!

His jawline was still in its developing stages; wish was rather sad when thinking about Brian's age.

For God's sake, I'm almost 20!!!

The only thing that made Brian smile with pride. Was his messy, whitish hair> that felled almost down to his chowders.

Yes, I'm pretty abridged, almost basic LOL.

OH WELL!! I can't help it. You get what you're given.

After all, my family isn't one with great God like genes like Sebastian's.

Suddenly, he felt very depressed. Brian's past traumas with his family were still tormenting him. By now, it was pretty much severe PTSD.

The mere thought of his family made him have horrifying flashbacks. Specifically of that wicked woman and her malicious phrase, that to this day still haunted him.

That phrase, she would often say, after hurting or torturing him. No matter how hard he tried, Brian could never forget that dam phrase. It was like a slap to the face, every time he heard it.

Clenching his fists, with tremendous force, almost to the point of feeling pain.

He remembered one of the many times that crazy woman, he used to call grandmother, physically and mentally abused or tormented him.

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March 7, 2010, Havana, Cuba

Brian was in mid dreams when suddenly pain struck him like a lightning bolt, immediately waking him up.

With a surprise and painful expression, Brian looked in the darkness for the culprit, who ruined his peaceful slumber.

Little by little, his eyes adjusted to the dark, a tall silhouette was standing right next to his bed. Brian looked up to realize it was none other than Marlena, his grandmother.

The woman had actually slapped him awake.

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Minutes earlier, Marlena was finishing her second bottle of wine for the night and was about to go to bed; however, this weird urge to see her "beloved grandson" struck her hard.

As if knowing, he was doing something she would not find pleasing.

When Marlena finally got to Brian's bedroom, a weird look suddenly developed on her wicked face.

So you're having fun without me!

Brian was deeply asleep, but he was smiling and looked completely peaceful and content with his dream. She knew that he almost never made that kind of happy face.

Marlena had to always force him to smile at her, but it never looked as real as this.

But here he was smiling, having fun, and probably dreaming about living her... or plotting her demise.

Anger could clearly be seen on her wicked face, despite the darkness.

"Little boy, you actually have the nerve to think you can make that perfectly happy face while dreaming, thinking ill of me and probably trying to ESCAPE.

Well, that just won't do!

YOU ARE MINE!!

YOU CAN NEVER ESCAPE FROM ME NE..VER!!

Little by little, the anger made her wicked smile turned vicious to the point of actual killing intent. Marlena got close, then closer, her face was only two inches from Brian's ear.

She then whispered with a hush, but otherwise malicious voice, that would make Jack the Ripper proud.

You are mine and mine, ALONE!

YOUR happiness CAN ONLY BE WITH ME or with NO ONE AT ALL!

SO give up on those futile dreams.

Marlena then stepped a bit back and PIA...

SHE SLAPPED HIM AWAKE.

After finally calming down, Bryan got the courage to ask the 1000000$ questions.

Wh..y?

"BECAUSE GRANDMA KNOWS BEST"

There it was again that messed-up phrase of hers that Brian loathed to his core.

Whenever she did something like this, that would always be her answer.

Brian finally has one good dream after all the nightmares. He lived with this crazy woman. Finally, he had escaped her and her horrors, even if it was only for a few hours.

Brian's caged was getting bigger and bigger now. Not even in his dreams could he escape her anymore.

Right when he was about to say something, Marlena spoke again.

Now be a good boy, go back to bed, and remember that your life is here with me now.

Her smile was gentle now, but it still gave him the creeps.

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"Mara left you with me, and she isn't coming back.

So give up on those puny dreams of living, grandma.

Brian was too frightened to say anything anymore. This was his life now, and no one was coming to save him.

"Why mom, why did you leave me here with this.. this.. this Beast?"

Compare to the past tortures, this was nothing, so he nodded and gave up all Hope.

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Back in the present

Brian was still looking at himself in the mirror, now touching the same spot where that beast had SLAPPED him all those years ago.

The pain was, of course, long gone, but it still ached a bit... just like all the scares throughout his body.

I will forget you no matter how hard nor how long it takes.

I'm not letting you control my life any longer. One day soon, You and your horrors will be forgotten, and I will live a happy and fulfilling life filled with love and joy.

This will be my greatest revenge, Grandmother....