The Decision

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Brendon Matthews' Home
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Brendon Matthews & Autumn Matthews

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Brendon sat at the dining room table once more, now within his white and ruffled
sleepwear. His mother had cleansed the textbooks of that man’s scent and now
their house was… was truly free of his scent. He stared down at his notebook and
at his writing and his equations. His mother had taught him enough of the lesson
that he was now doing the problem solving on his own. His mother sat on the
couch with her own notebook and pen in hand. She was writing her stories…



The fresh air of outside had helped somewhat… but the relief he had felt had only
been temporary. He could feel the confinement once more, as he sat at the table.
He didn’t struggle as much with his assignment. He understood what he was doing
and solved each equation given to him. At the end, his mother would check his
work and grade him.



It was something… to keep his mind off of things…



And he appreciated that.

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Unexpectedly, there was a firm knock on their front door. Brendon’s breath
caught in his throat and his wide eyed gaze instantly riveted to their door. His
mother looked mildly puzzled and offered him a quick smile before she placed her
book and pen down. She stood up and went to answer the door.



Brendon’s heart began to pound with anticipation. He tensed and straightened,
but quickly realized… as his mother opened the door… that the angle he was at
completely blocked his view of who was on the other side. The anxiety within him
caused him to push his chair back and slowly stand… quivering in place and
gripping his pencil tightly.



The moment he smelled him, the moment he heard his deep voice greeting his
mother, his eyes immediately burned with tears. He fought against them and
trembled in place, his heart beating hard and firmly… making him slightly out of
breath. Yearning and want built within him, burned him like fire.

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“I brought you both gifts to officially welcome you to the neighborhood,” Mr. Ardel
was telling his mother and Brendon was having to fight back his emotions. H…How
could he bring him down so swiftly…? Why did he feel this way? “I hope I’m not
interrupting anything.”



“No, no, it’s fine,” His mother told Mr. Ardel with friendly ease and then was
holding the door open for him once more. She briefly glanced back toward him,
to show that she was aware of his struggles…



She thought that his senses, his smell, had been heightened because of his
puberty… and that was why he had such trouble around Mr. Ardel. Brendon’s
heart began to pound harder… and he weakly slumped back into his chair… his
wide eyes riveted on the doorway.



And then he was struck with so much feeling, so much powerful emotion, the
moment he saw Mr. Ardel emerge. He felt physically struck, his heart beating
wildly. His eyes still burned… and his face paled. He… He couldn’t look away.
He couldn’t do… anything.

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Mr. Ardel began toward him immediately and Brendon tensed, his breathing
slightly shallow. He could smell him… he was filling their house with his scent
again. It was overpowering. His presence was overpowering. The feelings
inside of him only intensified the closer he became to him.



“I brought this for you…,” Mr. Ardel spoke to him slowly… and held out a book.
Brendon’s gaze was riveted on him… as he struggled and remained tense. But,
the moment his mother walked up behind him… his gaze quickly moved to her.



His mother stepped into place beside him to take a look at the book being offered
to him. Brendon’s heart tripled in speed and he quickly reached forward to grasp
onto the hardcover book called ‘Fell’.



“T-Thank you, Mr. Ardel,” He returned, his gaze lowered and staring at the picture
on the book. H-He instantly recognized that it was… was the sequel to his book
The Sight.

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“You’re very welcome…,” Mr. Ardel murmured… b-but was turning to address his
mother a moment later. Brendon trembled, lightly, and gripped the book within
his hands tightly. His scent… was so overpowering, so overwhelming. H-He was
right before him…



He was right there… and Brendon had to fight to keep himself away from
him. What was this? What were these feelings? Why was he feeling this way…?
Slowly, he glanced up… his gaze moving to Mr. Ardel.



His mother had been handed a large basket containing what looked to be an
assortment of candies and chocolates. He stared at the man… feeling strained…
by his inner feelings… his wants…



“Thank you so very much, Mr. Ardel,” His mother was telling the man and placed
the basket down on the table. And then she shocked him as she wrapped her
arm around him and held him close, kissing him against his forehead. She smiled
down at the book and seemed to be happy with Mr. Ardel. She seemed to like him
a lot…



Brendon stared down at his book… and clutched it tighter. Slowly, he glanced up
t…toward Mr. Ardel again… B-But, he didn’t have anything to say…

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