*Brandon's Point Of View*

What's the difference between owning someone's heart and being someone's love? At this point, I honestly don't know. Thing's were great between David and I, and suddenly he drops this bomb on me, then thing's go left. I don't know how to take it, not at all. You love me, but you're in love with my father? I'm sure this is a reenactment of some twisted LifeTime movie.

These thing's and many questions burden my brain. The most important question is, what about the ceremony? My family and other's are waiting to see me marry 'The Man Of My Dreams'. How am I going to tell them my fiance is in love with my father?

"Brandon? What's going on? Everyone is waiting for you and David! ", Jasmine exclaims, bursting into the confessional. I glance over my shoulder at her. She is draped in a beautiful floral sun dress, her new golden locks curled to perfection. She looks beautiful, Which makes it even harder to know she is dolled up for nothing.

"Umm give us a little more time, David is a little nauseous...", I strain, trying to be convincing as possible. I know she see's right through me. I just hope she won't acknowledge my lie. Giving me a hint of disappointment, she simply smiles, disappearing behind the door. I let out a long, dreadful sigh and stood up. I hate to do this, but I know it's the right thing to do.

Time to tell everyone the truth, after an hour and a half of lying. I stand from the bench and turn towards the door. Once my hand reaches the knob, the door cracks open on it's seemingly on it's own. I watch the door, awaiting the person behind it. Once the person reveals themselves, my heart beats come to a speedy fault. The person steps in shyly, not taking their eyes off mine. "Hey...",

*Marilyn's Point Of View*

"Mama... I know you're confused and angry, but you have to let that go...", Michael whispers in my ear, carefully placing his hand on my thigh. Tearing away from the confusion, I take a long glance at my surroundings. Every supportive smile. Every joke and all the reminiscing. All because of our son. I want to be happy, but frankly it's too hard .

Our family and friends aren't aware of the chaos that took place behind those double doors. They aren't even aware of the mirage before them. "Mama... Talk to me.", Michael whispers again, urgency in his tone. I shift in my seat and glance up at him. "This is wrong papa... So wrong... ", I stress. He sighs, glancing ahead.

"It's just for a little while. Everything will be okay. ", He falsely assures me.  I want to rebuttal, but there's no use. Everything has been said and done.

After the ceremony and the media frenzy, we finally returned home. Brandon is now a Jackson-Taylor, and the entire California is going goo-goo over it.

The trip home was tiring. Even through our SUV's, tinted windows we still felt the sting of flashing camera's and still heard the nuisance of different reporter's. Yet still, none of that bothered me as much as the chaos clouding my mind. First, Michael is returning to the rehabilitation center and second the ceremony.

Though it was beautiful and breathtaking, it was also heart wrenching. I reiterate; the chaos behind doors gave way to a mirage of happiness. I just hope thing's don't erupt before we can stop it.

*Michael's Point Of View*

The thing about self renewal is, it opens up many doors that you thought you closed. Whether it be passion or pain. I have learnt a lot about myself through my detoxification process. Most of all I learned to forgive myself and take charge of my life. I have Doctor Wilson to thank for that.

"So he tried to kiss you?", Doctor Wilson questions, raising a confused eyebrow. I hesitate for minute before nodding. I know he's my therapist and I should be able to talk to him about everything, but sometimes it can be hard to allow myself to believe that. Even at this stage in my rehabilitation process. He rubs his chin, quietly pondering on the situation. "Does Brandon know?", He finally speaks.

I glance down at my hands, fiddling with my nail beds. It's been two week's since I've talked about that day. The day that created a domino effect on my family. "Michael... We don't have to ta-",-" No, I want to talk about it...", I interject, still starring at my hands. He crosses his legs and waits patiently for me to start.

Taking in a deep breath, I spill all that occurred that day, careful to not leave any details out. Doctor Wilson nods and only interjects with understanding sound effects. Once I was finished, I wait for his response. He actually looks rather uncomfortable, but it is easily hidden by his determined facial expression.

"Michael... What kind of relationship do you have with your children?",-" A good one. I mean, I listen to them and support them as much as I can. I love my kid's.", I explain, crossing my legs as well. "How did you react when Brandon told you he was a homosexual? ", I inhale deeply.

"It didn't happen like that. It was a very confusing trials of eenie-meenie-minnie-moe.",-"What do you mean?",-"He wasn't necessarily into the same sex. It flip flopped a lot, until he met David in his senior year of high-school.", Nodding, Doctor Wilson jots something down.

"Look at this paper. What do you see?", Doctor Wilson asks, passing me a sheet of paper with scribbling on it. I chuckle to myself before answering. "That's some terrible ass handwriting you got there doctor.", Giving into my light joke, he shakes his head. "Seriously Michael, what do you see?", I squinch my eyes, trying to make out whatever Was on the paper.

"I-I think... It's just scribbles.",-"Exactly... You see Michael, that's how you felt your life was, scribbles. You couldn't See past the thing's you couldn't understand. Brandon wasn't playing eenie-meenie-minnie-moe, he was trying to find himself. Do you see that now?", I slowly nod.

"Is that What I'm doing now?", Pulling his lips together to form a thin line, he nods disappointedly. "Yes. You have to clear the scribble In order to see past it. Clear the scribble Michael or you may never understand.",  He warns, standing from his chair.

"What about Brandon and David?",-"Sadly, I think the ball is no longer in your court. It's up to Brandon now. You can't interfere.", He exhales, removing his glasses. I mirror him and walk towards the door. I know he's right. I also hate that he's right....

To Be Continued...

A/N: Again I am so sorry for the wait! I hope you can forgive me? Well I also hope this chapter was well worth it? Please leave a comment and as always vote! I love you. Remember that!

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