Lost in the middle of nowhere

SILENCE

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The following morning was going to be better. Brendon was going to make sure of that when he stirred awake and blocked the mid-morning sunlight with the back of his hand, flopping his head against the pillow with an unamused groan.

He was never a morning person, but today was not the best morning due to the feeling of his head feeling like it could implode from the sudden movement and a pitiful whine left his throat. It was never a good idea to cry yourself to sleep, even if he had done it for years, it never got any better and Brendon was full of bad ideas. Ryan being his worst one yet.

Dallon probably wasn't any better, feeling like he had drank an entire liquor store in just a few hours, but it was hard to tell. Everyone reacted so differently, so maybe he was just fine and still sleeping next to Brendon. But, not everyone could be so lucky.

Brendon suddenly remembered the night before and slowly rolled over to not disturb Dallon. A frown replaced his small smile when he was met with an empty and cold bed. Maybe Dallon didn't sleep with him last night. Perhaps he didn't even come into his room at all. Was it all a dream? Something he hoped would happen, his savior that could have been?

He clearly needed to stop thinking of Dallon as anything more than just a friend. That's all he was and ever will be, a good man that's trying to help an abused hybrid.

No one would truly love him, so why would he think Dallon would be any different? Because he won't be. Dallon isn't looking for anything more than just a roommate, Right?

Nothing good ever comes from love, or so that's what Brendon thought. His whole life he felt like a burden to everyone around him, and now, Dallon wasn't any different. He will always be a burden to anyone that comes into his life. He will always be the annoyingly hyper hybrid that asks too many questions. Brendon was always so used to being in the wrong that he believed that he deserved the beatings that Ryan gave him, and it would only take a small amount of time before Dallon did the same.

Loving never gave him a home, only heartbreak, and bruises. Unshed tears clouded Brendon's vision while he slowly rolled to the other side so his back was facing the door. He was broken and never could be put back together. Why would anyone want to waste their time on something undesirable and unrepairable? The simple answer is, they won't, and Brendon knew this. He knew that Dallon wouldn't waste his time on a broken hybrid. He proved that by disappearing in the middle of the night.

it was meant to be Dallon's day off from the shop, yet the house was eerily quiet, only signaling that Dallon wasn't even in the house. Was Brendon honestly that terrible to be around?

Brendon finally blinked away the tears to let them fall, curling under the duvet and let himself fall asleep thinking about how better the world would be without him. How many people would be happy that he was finally gone?

His parents might miss him a little but would easily move on in a few weeks. Ryan would be sad that he lost the money. Dallon probably wouldn't care. Spencer sure as hell won't care because he would finally have Ryan to himself.

He was alone, lost in the silence and thoughts that he didn't even hear the front door open and close or the heavy footsteps that climbed the stairs.