Title: No One Ever Told Me When I Was Alone
Author: Death's Release
Summary: Ezra is tired of being lonely. His older brothers hate him and do their best to make sure everyone at school hates him too. But things start looking up unexpectedly one afternoon....Slash M/M
Warnings: This is SLASH. And language. Bad words. Be warned.
A/N: Well! I can't quite believe I'm posting another story. I must be nuts. Really. It's true. But, I love these characters and I couldn't stop writing. Figured I'd post it and see if anyone else likes them too. If so, I will continue. If not...I will, uh, not.
So if you like this story it is very, VERY IMPORTANT THAT YOU REVIEW.
"This is ridiculous," Ezra muttered, staring at himself in the mirror. "I'm acting like a girl."
And, in fact, he was. Ezra worried nearly every day about what he looked like. Not because he was vain or a narcissist or anything like that. He just didn't want to give the other kids another unnecessary reason to pick on him.
Ezra Christianson did not have the ideal life. Sixteen years old, he had no friends, no talent, and two of the meanest older brothers anyone could possibly imagine.
Paris, the oldest, was tall and muscled, with long black hair and dark brown eyes. He was a womanizer from the word go, never dating one girl for more than a month and cheating every time their back was turned. He was intelligent and witty, getting along with most everyone, but for some reason had a nearly impossible time relating to his youngest brother.
Marco, Mars, was a year older than Ezra. He looked a lot like Paris, except with brown hair cut short just above his shoulders. He was tall and slender, with light hazel eyes and pale white skin. He was manipulative, nasty, and downright cruel to most people, including his younger brother.
Ezra, on the other hand, was skinny and short, barely over five feet tall, with dusty blonde hair and sky blue eyes, weak arms, and an even weaker tolerance for pain. He was the target for his older brothers' frustrations and feared them (well, mostly Mars) more than any other person on the planet.
"Ezra, can you come down here for a minute?" He heard his mother call up the steps. "We need to talk."
Ezra felt his world begin to spin on it's axis. The last time those words had been said to him he ended up with two step brothers from hell. The first time his parents were planning to get divorced. Nothing good ever came from those four words.
"What's wrong?" He asked immediately upon entering the living room. His mother Audra, a small woman like her son, stood be the window facing the couch. Paris and Mars lay sprawled together, rolling their eyes but staying silent. Craig, their father and Ezra's stepfather, was sitting off to the side in an arm chair.
"Nothing's wrong, darling," his mother laughed. "We just want to talk with you boys for a moment. Come sit by your brothers."
Ezra stiffened and felt the blood drain from his face. Paris folded his arms but sat up, clearing a space to his right, while Mars just continued to glower, as though daring anyone to come anywhere near him or make him move.
Gritting his teeth, Ezra slowly moved forward. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, and it seemed the fear distracted him somehow from remembering how to walk. Two steps later he tripped over the rug and face planted next to the couch. Mars opened his mouth to snap something but Paris cut him off with a sharp elbow to the ribs.
"Don't be such a bitch, Marco," he hissed.
Ezra felt as though someone had just slapped him across the face. Had Paris actually just protected him from Mars' poisonous tongue?
"Thanks," he whispered softly, sliding onto the cushion next to his oldest brother.
Paris eyed him for a moment, and Ezra swore he saw a flicker of something like regret cross his face, but it was gone moments later.
"Sure," he shrugged and glanced back towards their parents. "So what is this all about?"
"Well," Audra began, looking nervous. "It's like this. Your father and I have an opportunity, a wonderful opportunity, to meet with a publisher in New York this week."
"And?" Mars demanded looking bored.
"And," Audra flinched at his tone, "this could mean really wonderful things for your father. A truly great experience if it works out. But that means the three of your would be alone for the whole week starting tomorrow."
"We're not babies, Audra," Paris reasoned softly. "We can take care of ourselves."
"It's not you we're worried about," Craig cut in sharply. "It's Ezra."
" That's not it exactly," Audra argued quickly. "We just...want you to be nice to each other."
Ezra grimaced and lifted his eyes from the floor. This was exactly what he dreaded. Naturally, he was not looking forward to a whole week alone with his tormentors. But at the same time, having his mom and step-dad treat him like a three year old in front of his brothers was sure to make his fait ten times worth.
"In other words," Mars snorted. "You're worried Paris and I will lock him in the basement and starve him"
"Basically," Craig snapped, glaring at his son. "And you mind your tongue, boy!"
Mars continued to glare but otherwise fell silent.
"Mom," Ezra piped up, covering his flaming face with the palm of his hand. "I'm not a little kid. I can take care of myself."
Mars rolled his eyes again and muttered something under his breath. Craig shot him a look and Paris cleared his throat.
"Look," Audra silenced them all with a wave of her tiny hand. "Here's what's going to happen. Your father and I are going to New York. Paris, you are in charge....for the most part."
"The most part?" He quirked a long, elegant brow. "What does that mean?"
Audra looked hesitant a moment before replying. Finally she took a deep breath and plowed ahead.
"Yes. I'm going to ask Darhi to stay here too. During the nights."
Ezra felt his heart fly up into his mouth, Darhi was his mother's assistant at work. He was twenty-two, and probably one of the coolest, nicest people he had ever met.
"Hell no!' Mars exploded, jumping to his feet. "I'm not staying under the same roof as that lunatic!"
"You sit down!" Craig thundered, his eyes bulging in their sockets. "Don't you dare take that tone with your mother!"
"She's not my mom!" Mars hissed, storming from the room.
"Get your ass back here, boy!" Craig was on his feet a moment later following his son from the room.
"Oh dear," Audra sighed and sank into her husband's vacant seat. "I was afraid this would happen."
"Audra," Paris sat up, leaning forward to rest his arms against his knees. "Do you really think this is necessary?"
"Oh," she smiled sadly. "Paris, please. Can you honestly tell me you boys will get along fine without Darhi here?"
"No," he allowed. "But you know Darhi is not the nicest to Mars...and myself for that matter."
For the first time Audra's soft, honey warm eyes narrowed and the corners of her mouth tightened in barely controlled anger.
"Maybe this will be good for him then," she finally forced out, rising to her feet. "Maybe the both of you need a good dose of the medicine you make my baby boy taste on a daily basis."
And she walked into the kitchen, slamming the door behind her.
Ezra swallowed and risked a glance at his older brother's face. Out of his two elder siblings, Paris was the one Ezra preferred the most. He was mean, sure, but he never physically hurt him. Sometimes he could say some really, downright awful stuff, and he made Ezra cry more often than Mars did. But at least he never left him bleeding in the hall, like Mars had done on countless occasions.
"Well," Paris' voice cut through his thoughts like a hot knife through butter. "I guess you'll be safe for a while then, huh?"
Ezra paused before answering. It seemed like a trap, yet at the same time, Paris' voice was absent of it's usual threat. He sounded more amused than anything else.
"Yeah, I, uh...I'm sorry about this," Ezra hedged carefully. "I don't like it when Darhi's here either."
"Oh yeah?" He laughed. "Why not? He protects you, right?"
Ezra frowned and studied his hands. The truth was, he loved having Darhi over here. He was fun, and sweet, and his laugh was deep, and warm, and rich. He had dark eyes, and brown skin, and spoke with a sexy Italian purr. His hair was dyed bright purple (at the moment) and he was everything Ezra could ever want. Essentially, he was head-over-heels in love with him.
"He's too nice," Ezra allowed quietly. "He's always so sweet and he talks to me and makes me feel special. Then he leaves. And I'm alone again."
Paris turned his head to stare at his youngest brother's small, shaking hands.
"He makes me realize how lonely I am," Ezra whispered, shrugging and getting to his feet. "I'll...see you at breakfast."
He walked passed the couch and towards the stairs, intent upon drowning himself in the shower before it was time to eat.
"Ez!" Paris called out after him.
Ezra paused at the bottom of the steps and turned around.
Paris was standing now, looking at him as though suddenly seeing him for the first time. He seemed sad and angry and confused all at the same time. Finally he sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"If Darhi wasn't coming," he said, haltingly, as though forcing the words through his full, chapped lips. "I'd...I would make Mars leave you alone. I...wouldn't let him hurt you."
Ezra stared at him for a long moment before smiling sadly and shaking his head.
"Oh yeah?" He laughed bitterly and began making his way upstairs. "But then, who would protect me from you?"
An hour later found Ezra sitting at the back of his English class, writing lyrics in the margins of his notebook. This was his least favorite class of the day. Not because he hated English, on the contrary, he loved to write. And he really enjoyed their instructor, Mr. Freedman, who was definitely not bad to look at. But because it was the only class he shared with Mars.
Marco had never been very good in school. He had failed most of his classes last year, and as a result was forced to repeat a lot of them, including freshman English. Which was just wonderful for Ezra, who's only escape from the torture he received from his brothers was during class.
"Marco Spade," Their instructor called out, his tone tense and agitated. "If you kick that chair one more time, you will be spending every afternoon for the next semester in this room writing lines. Do you understand me?"
Mars, who had been moments before been kicking Ezra's chair over and over again, grumbled but dropped his foot to the floor.
Ezra sighed and threw his teacher a small, grateful smile. Mr. Freedman gave a short nod of acknowledgment before moving on with the lesson.
"Freak," he head Mars muttering behind him.
"Bully," he whispered back.
"Please," Mr. Freedman tapped the board with his pencil. "Everyone pay attention."
"Your boyfriend just yelled at you," Mars hissed in Ezra's ear, spit coating the side of his face. "How does it feel, faggot?"
"Leave me alone!" Ezra shouted, oblivious to everything and everyone else.
"Ezra," Mr. Freedman was calm, but his eyes narrowed. "Will you please see me after class."
"Yes sir," Ezra whispered, feeling tears sting the back of his eyes as Mars sniggered behind him.
Twenty minutes, and several mean-spirited comments later, the bell rang and everyone rushed for the door. Ezra hung back, packing his bag as slowly as he could before making his way to the front of the room.
"I'm so sorry, sir, I just-" He began only to be cut off with wave of Mr. Freedman's hand.
"I'm not mad at you Ezra," there was a light smile on his face that Ezra had never before seen in class. "I just wanted to talk to you."
"Oh," Ezra blinked. "Okay...?"
Mr. Freedman sighed and sat back in his chair.
"I'm very worried about you," he said finally, meeting his student's nervous gaze. "I know what your brothers do to you. It's considered bullying and abuse, Ezra. I wish you would tell someone."
Ezra let his bag slide from his shoulder and drop to the floor.
"They're my brothers, Mr. Freedman," he said firmly, shaking his head. "There's nothing I can do."
"Call me Mason, please," he stood up and made his way around the desk. "You're my student, Ezra. And I care about you. Not only that, but you're an extraordinary writer. I don't want to see anything bad happen to you."
"Thank you, Mr...er, Mason," Ezra backed away and reached for the door. "But it's fine. I'm fine. I have everything under control."
"Alright," Mason sighed and leaned against his desk. "But remember what I said. And if you ever need anything, please don't hesitate to ask."
"Thank you, sir," Ezra whispered as he slipped out the door and into the crowded safety of the hallway.
"Ezi, Ezi, Ezi!"
Ezra heard Jasper coming before he saw him and groaned when he realized it was too late to hide.
"Oh my gosh!" Jasper jumped him from behind, swinging his arms around his neck in a death grip and squealing in his ears. "I missed you! Oh, I know, it's only been a day, but I have so much to tell you!"
"Jaz," Ezra gasped, prying at his arms. "I can't...breathe!"
"Oh? Oh. Oh!" Jasper let go, giggling like mad. "So sorry, Ezi, I was just so dang excited!"
"About what?" Ezra blinked rapidly to clear his watering eyes.
"I went out with Sashy last night!" He jumped up and down clapping. "He was so cute!"
"Poor Sasha," Ezra mumbled to himself as Jasper continued prattling on about his date with the foreign exchange student.
Jasper was the only one Ezra was capable of calling a friend. He was a flirty, kind of slutty, kind of ditzy, raven-haired beauty. And he was the only one in the school that was not afraid of Paris or Mars. Mostly because he had about a million different boyfriends that would pound anyone that tried to hurt him. But still. It meant something to Ezra.
"Oh Ezraaa," Jasper purred, draping himself around his friend's small shoulders once again. "Have you talked to Darhiiii recently?"
"No!" Ezra flushed and glanced around quickly to make sure no one was listening. "But he's going to be staying at our house this week."
"What?!" Jasper pulled back, his face a mix of shock and excitement. "Oh! You must spill! Tell me everything!"
"Not that much to tell," Ezra shrugged. "My parents are going out of town. They're afraid, and rightly so I might add, that Paris and Mars will chop me up and hide me in the walls. So Darhi's coming over."
"Oh," Jasper grinned and linked their arms. "So something good has finally come from your brothers being murderous raving lunatics!"
"I guess so," Ezra smiled uneasily, picturing his oldest brother's face earlier that morning and trying to fight back the sudden stab of guilt that came when he remembered how he had left things between them.
"You will have to give me all the juicy details tomorrow, okay love?" Jasper grinned and bent down to kiss him on the cheek. "Do you need a ride home?"
"No thank you," Ezra politely declined. "Darhi is picking me up."
"Ohhh," Jasper ginned. "Have fun!"
Ezra blushed but nodded. He would definitely try.
A/N: Remember, if you like this story PLEASE REVIEW! This is just something I wrote on a whim, and if no one is interested, I will not continue posting. Thank you. :)