Razzmatazz | Brallon

Chapter Seven: Awakening

tw // homophobia, fighting

Brendon subconsciously scoots closer to me when he hears the man yelling downstairs. I want to hold onto him as tight as I can, but the footsteps are getting closer to my door.

"Shit, it's my dad, he's coming upstairs. Put on your clothes, NOW." I toss Brendon his boxers and a t-shirt which he quickly slips on. I do the same right as my dad bursts into the room. The smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol fills the air when he flips on the overhead light, burning our eyes.

I've never really had a boyfriend, only talked to a couple of guys. My mom is the only person in my family who knows I'm gay, but she promised to never tell.

"What in living hell is going on here? Who is this, Dallon?" He inches closer to me right before tears start to well up in my eyes.

"His name is Brendon, he's a friend."

My dad looks us up and down. "Friends don't fucking sleep together in their boxers. Your mom told me that you had a boy coming over tonight. Are you dating? Because I won't tolerate that bullshit in this house so you need to get out if that's the case." He's practically fuming. 

Brendon is just sitting next to me, scared to speak, and frankly I don't know what to say either. Words won't come out of my mouth and I'm just choking on sobs when he strikes my face with his hand.

"Answer me!"

Brendon speaks up, "Hey don't fucking hit him!"

My dad lunges for Brendon who is still on the bed next to me. Right at that moment my mom bursts into the room, grabbing my dad's arm and pulling him back.

"Alright, what the hell is going on in here, Jeff?"

"Did you tell Dallon to be gay? How could you let this happen? You allowed this sinful boy into our household? Riddled with tattoos? And he's obviously a whore from the looks of it."

My blood is boiling from that comment and I can't help but shout, "Shut the fuck up! Say what you will about me, but you will NEVER talk about Brendon in that way. Fuck you!"

"Did I tell him to be gay? Are you hearing yourself? You can't just tell somebody who they love." My mom is trying to keep back tears as she screams. Her and my dad continue to fight about my relationship and things begin to get really heated between them.

"STOP!" I yell, "Brendon and I are seeing each other. Okay? Is that what you want? I'm gay! I like guys! And I can't change that. I'm sorry if it offends you but that's just the way it's going to be."

"No, it's not. Get the fuck out of this house right now, Dallon."

I plead for him to let me stay while my mom is sobbing in a ball on the ground. Brendon is shaking in bed, not sure whether to cry or be extremely angry at my dad. Eventually it's no use...

-

I slowly wake up on an unfamiliar couch with a stiff neck and an ache in my back. Looking at the clock across the room, it reads 9:15 A.M. The smell of pancakes seeps through the room and I can't decipher where I'm at. Then the memory of last night hits me. I realize that I'm in Brendon's apartment after leaving my house.

"Hey baby, how are you? How's your face?" Brendon walks into the living room with an apron on. I assume he's been cooking breakfast for us, what a gentleman.

I reach up to touch my cheek in the spot I got hit. "It's a little sore but not too bad."

"Here, come into the kitchen and let me get you some ice." Brendon takes my hand and lifts me off of his couch. I have on the same t-shirt from last night, but matched with a new pair of pajama pants that I've never seen before.

I sit down at the kitchen counter and put an icepack on my face. It stings. Brendon serves me two blueberry pancakes with some bacon and eggs on the side and I begin to eat.

"So," Brendon says as he takes a drink of orange juice, "I assume you're going to be staying here again tonight?"

"I guess. I don't really know where else to go. My dad isn't going to let me back into the house. He's such an asshole and I wish he could understood who I am. I'm not some freak, I'm a normal human being."

"I understand," Brendon massages my shoulder lovingly, "Since you don't have anywhere else to go, do you think you would want to move in here?"

"We've only been seeing each other for a couple of mon-"

"I know, I know. And I don't want to take things too fast if you're not ready. But we don't have any parents here, nobody to bother us. We can sleep in separate bedrooms if you want. I just need you to have a place to call home, I care about you so much. I love you, Dal."

My heart practically does a frontflip in my chest. Wow, okay so that's a first. "Oh, I-"

"I'm sorry, was that too soon? Shit and I just said I didn't want to take things too fast."

"No, I love you too, Bren. And I'd like to move in with you, considering it's the only option right now. Thank you so much. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you here right now."

Brendon smiles and nods, getting up from his seat across the table to come over and kiss me. He leans down and rests one hand on the back of my chair, the other on my shoulder as he presses his lips to mine. It's slow, sweet, and loving. 

I can't wait to live with him. Who cares if we're taking it a little quick?