Coral Red ❤︎ [Brallon]

47.

Brendon's Pov
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I quickly ran out the door, not being able to stand it anymore. My chest felt tight, and I was well aware of the tears that were steadily rolling down my cheeks.

I ran into the living room, pulling off my black knee high socks. I wouldn't need them in the water, I wouldn't need any of this in the water. I don't even bother in making sure that they don't fall off the back edge of the couch as I run.

"Brendon!" I hear Josh yell, but I don't listen to him. I don't want to face any of them, or let alone even be in the same room as them. I was scared they would hurt me. I was especially scared that Dallon would come out and hurt me.

I make sure I have my necklace around my neck as I go running out the back door, losing my balance a little as my feet hit the sand. I pause and I very hastily take a moment to pull off my top, and well as my skirt, laying them on the railing of the stairs. My boxers, or more like Dallon's, looked enough like shorts so I just went with it, my head being too fuzzy to make a better decision.

I ran until my feet hit the water, hot tears still rolling down my cheeks and making my eyes burn, but I could care less at the moment. When my feet hit the water I try to breathe in deeply, but the constriction in my chest made it feel difficult, and almost impossible.

I wade into the water until almost all of my torso is in the water before I pull off the boxers, throwing them up to the shore and making sure they stay within eyesight. As soon as I let my whole body go underwater, I feel the warm sensation in my legs.

As soon as I feel my tail, I take off, wanting to be as far as possible. I knew I wouldn't make it far since my chest was still tight and my vision was blurry, but that's what I told myself.

I knew that Josh and Tyler would most likely come after me, maybe even Ryan, but they didn't know where I hung around in the water. Only Dallon knew, and I sob harder as I even just thought about him.

He promised he would never hurt me, but I'm almost 100% sure he would've taken a swing at me if I had given him the real chance to. He had never yelled at me like that before, he would always comfort me when people yelled at me, but he had never been the one to yell.

He told me I freaked out too much, but I didn't purposefully try to. I was only asking questions because I was terrified that I was going to lose one of the only good things in my life. That one good thing being Dallon. Yet he yelled at me for thinking he was going to leave.. who was I to blame though?

He had just stormed out of the house after figuring out our age difference, and he didn't come back. Why was it so bad that I thought he was leaving? He was the one that freaked out over our age difference.. I don't understand why though, he did love me right?

I sob harder as that question replays through my mind, almost like a little voice nagging at me constantly, wanting me to fall into a black hole of all the possibilities.

He did love me, right?

I didn't even know anymore. I feel stupid for even having this thought cross my mind, and just a few hours ago I would've said, Yes, of course he loves you. But now it didn't really seem like he did.

Maybe Atlas was right. Maybe I shouldn't have trusted him so easily. Maybe he is just like all the other humans, backstabbing, and almost no good.

I feel myself become weaker and weaker and I finally have to settle on some rocks. I needed more air, but every time I tried to get some, my airways just felt blocked. So I gave up.

My sobs make my entire body shake, but I can't help it. I put a hand over my mouth to muffle my cries, but it's no use. Maybe he was right though, maybe I do freak out too much.