Even though Brandon had insisted that he was ok George was really worried about him. At first he had assumed that it was the side effects of the drugs from the hospital but it had been about a week now and Brandon kept zoning out, getting really emotional and one time he had a panic attack.
George had tried to talk him into seeing someone about it. Brandon was starting to show signs of depression and maybe a therapist could help him but the man did not want to go. He was so firm in his decision that George had to let the issue go. He thought that Brandon was just being stubborn but the truth was he could not go. What would he say? Who would believe him?
Even Brandon did not believe himself sometimes. s**t like this belonged in the movies, one time he had convinced himself that the meds from the hospital were making hallucinate. The only flaw was, why did he have Tony's memories? I do not thing hallucinations would make up a whole other person with a different life. No way was he ready to be held up in a psyche ward. He was not crazy.
The hug from George helped him calm quite a lot but he ended up being so exhausted. It was barely 9 o'clock in the morning but Brandon was ready to go back to sleep. He had not slept the previous night and the emotional trauma always made him feel drained. The warm arms were beckoning him to sleep and with George playing with his hair he could not help himself.
George made sure Brandon was comfortable and well settled in bed before getting off himself. Getting dressed quickly he had calls. Some how he had somehow come to the conclusion that Brandon's family was the cause of his distress and he swore he was going to make them pay. He had already gotten what he wanted from them anyway, Brandon and him were married and he had nothing to lose.
Poor old man would not know what hit him, he may have treated Brandon poorly and used him as a pawn for his gains but this time around it was not his fault. The price he had to pay for being a bad person, no one else suspected except him.
"I made you dinner love, I released everyone at the company early" said Tony as he moved closer to give Elvis a kiss. It was their second anniversary and he had been so excited to spend it with the man he loved. Everyone had said he would never be in a long term stable relationship. Tony was only so happy to shove his flourishing love life in their faces. Apparently gay men were oh so promiscuous and would never settle down in one relationship.
His relatives that were supposedly allies of the LGBT+ community spared no effort on letting him know just how low his chances of getting married were. But they were wrong! Dead wrong! Tony and Elvis had been going strong, this was their second anniversary and statistics showed that this was when a lot of couples got engaged. Tony could not wait, he almost teared up at the thought of having a fiancé.
When Elvis had asked him to be his boyfriend he had been to excited he had the date to hi calendar so he would never forget the date not like he would without the remind but it was good to be safe. That was why when Elvis had not comeback the night before he had felt dejected, he wanted to do the whole breakfast in bed bullshit.
Elvis had claimed that there was much to do at work and his boss had asked him to stay back and clear the pending work. Brandon being the understanding one asked him to take care of himself and not to work too had after he had promised he would spend the night at Victor's since it was closer to work. Tony was also a boss and he knew that some times work could not wait . Even though he was a little bummed to be spending the morning of their anniversary together at least the evening would be theirs.
With that he for the first time since the beginning of the year let his employees have half the day off work, he had rushed to the grocery store to get ingredients for the romantic dinner ready. In his rush he chuckled wondering what his employees would think if they saw him running down the store with food piled up his in arms. In his rush he had forgotten to take a shopping cart.
"Need help with that?" a voice asks from his front but with everything in his arms he could not see anything in front of him. The kind good looking stranger had brought him a cart, that way to would be easier to carrying everything around and get some more. He smiled in thanks before getting everything else he needed, he paid for his groceries loading his trunk in a hurry before driving home barely keeping to the speed limit.
Tony had made the meal with love cutting and burning his fingers here and there but that did not really matter, he was making food for his lover. That was the most fulfilling thing he had ever done, even end year profits gained by his company did not give him this feeling. With enough time to shower Tony jumps in the bathroom to get rid of the smell of seat and burnt onions, he does not forget to use his enema kit. He was expecting to get laid and Elvis had been very specific on that rule, Tony had to clean everything up if he wanted s*x so Tony had chalked it down to him being a clean freak.
Eight o'clock without seeing Elvis Tony started to get concerned, something may have happened to his man. After calling his phone over and over again getting no answer he sends a text message just to ask if he was safe. The food had gotten cold already and Tony had lost his appetite the sexy underwear he had worn for Elvis was burning his flesh. Tears of disappointment rolled down his face, he felt like a fool. Heartbroken he dragged himself to the bedroom leaving the food on the table. He quickly got into more comfortable clothes before curling into bed.
He most have fallen asleep because the blanket being pulled of his body was what woke him up. Elvis was back and he was angry, according to him there was a work dinner and Tony calling so much like a needy b***h had made look bad in front of his bus. For some reason he felt the need to emphasize how angry he was by slapping Tony in the face a couple of times. The ringing in is ears and the sting pain on his faces finished all traces of sleep he had left.
Elvis had clearly forgotten their anniversary but somehow he was the one at fault.
Gasping for air Brandon realizes that he had been dreaming, Tony's past haunted him whether he was awake or in his sleep. He had not realized how bad the emotional abuse had gotten till now when he looked at it from an outsider's perspective