yaay another new person o3o
U gaiz will love Bryce tho
here have some Bryce:
“You can't handle me. You can't handle a demon, Bryce. You know that.”
The voice may have been Amo's, but it sure as hell wasn't him speaking. Bryce looked up. With the back of his hand he wiped the blood from his mouth. The fact that it was still Amo in there held him back. In any other circumstance he would have put up the best fight he could muster, but this was the guy who was the first one to actually give a rat's ass about him in almost a year. So Bryce held back, even though he knew that was the biggest mistake he could ever make.
"So.. You're basically ashamed that we...?"
Roya nodded.Bryce looked away.
"I promised myself I'd never make love to someone without a steady relationship," she answered quietly. Bryce had no idea why, but it stung.
"We can have one," he said quickly. Roya smiled faintly.
"I'm scared to trust you, Bryce..."
God, did he want to just embrace her. He clenched his jaw en stared at the floor.
"Bryce, dear, it's so good to hear your voice again!" his mother exclaimed. Bryce didn't respond and merely held the cellphone to his ear. He wasn't angry at them anymore, but he felt like they had grown apart so awfully far. Especially after the past year. Before that, any type of reunion would have been, well, possible, probably. But not anymore. He wasn't even human anymore.
"Bryce?"
"Yeah.. glad to hear from you again as well mom," he muttered, leaning against the wall, his head tilted backwards and his expression agonized.
"We need to chat up soon, your father really wants to talk to you as well. He misses you dear. We both do, so very much," his mother said and she sounded like she was about to cry.
"Sorry mom, I can't. I.. I'm going to be off to Atlanta soon. I'm sorry," he replied softly. He clenched a fist and stared at the ceiling. As he had spoken the words, regret had overwhelmed him. God, how he wanted to go in on that invitation, embrace his mom again, joke around with his dad, just like the old days.
She hung up. Leaving her son brokenhearted. The cellphone slipped from his fingers.