Trigger Warning: Sexual Abuse, Sexual Harassment, Mentions of Sexual Intercourse, and Self-Harm.
Brendon has a habit of wanting to hold my hand during school, I would say yes, but I don't need people bullying Brendon.
Today, I felt like wearing my skinny girl jeans that Brendon recommends because they show off my 'perfect thighs and calves' which isn't true, I know my body looks like a sack of potatoes.
"So Dallon, how are you surviving being with this asswipe of a person twenty four-seven?" Jack, Brendon's friend, asks as he ruffles Brendon's hair. "Ass," Brendon retorts and slaps jack. I smile as the two playfully hit each other resulting in Brendon falling off of the lunch table bench. I giggle as Brendon rubs his apparently sore buttock.
"So how do you survive?" Jack asks out of breath.
"I guess I just do." I tell him and shrug. Jack pouts and says, "Aw, I was hoping you would say something like, "Shower Sex! Or he whips me until I stop playing bad." " I cringe at that and Jack laughs.
"That's what you and Alex do." Brendon buts in and Jack turns a bright red. He stands up from the lunch table and walks away. Brendon and I start giggling uncontrollably until we need to stop and catch out breath. Brendon looks at his watch and says, "It's almost time for 6th, wanna start heading over there?"
I nod and we walk out of the cafeteria, his arm slung around my shoulder. Luckily, no one was around so I slung my arm around his waist. I grab my things from my locker, Brendon waiting for me and we walk to his locker, to grab his things. Once we do that, we walk to our sixth period class and sit in the middle row. Sixth period was our health class, and I'm pretty sure today we are learning how to roll a condom onto a banana. Considering that there are 4 baskets worth of bananas on the table in front of the room.
Brendon walks to the front of the room, making sure Mr. Harris wasn't near by, and he swiped a few condoms and a banana. He runs back to his seat next to me and tosses me the banana. "Eat up," I roll my eyes and peal open the banana as he shoves the plastic packages into his pocket. I bite the banana slowly taking a big bite just to tease him and he coughs, cheeks growing red. I chuckle and started to eat the banana slowly licking the top of it. "Stop teasing," he coughs.
"Stop thinking dirty," I tell him and wink.
After I finished the banana, the bell signalling lunch was over and kids started to come in the classroom by the bunch. Luckily no sat next to me or Brendon so we had a table to ourselves. "Alright class, today is going to be a little different from the last couple of weeks because today we are going to practice safe sex." Mr Harris says coming into the room, no enthusiasm is his voice.
Some people sneer, some cough and others stay quiet as Mr. Harris continues. "We also don't promote you having sex now, but if you please make sure you wear a condom, because you do not want to get a girl pregnant in high school." he continues.
"So.." He sighs. "I want all of you to come up here and grab two things, two comdoms and a banana."
Everyone storms to the front of the room grabbing a banana and a couple of condoms, while a few of us- Brendon, me and a couple of other guys wait till the others sit down to avoid getting trampled. After most of the crowd goes back to their desk, Brendon and I, with the rest of the guys who stayed back went to get the objects. As we were walking back, I felt someone's hand on my ass. I turned around to see Daniel (Keyes) looking straight forward but he was very very close to me. I gulp as his crotch touches my thigh, Brendon, somehow, shoves Daniel away without Mr. Harris seeing, and he quickly pulls me to our desk.
We sit in our seats, and Brendon turns to look at Daniel and whispers the word 'asshole' . "Mr. Urie, would you like to share to the class what you just said to Mr. Keyes over there?" Mr. Harris asks averting all attention to Brendon and I.
Brendon turns back to look at Mr. Harris and shakes his head. "Well then, why did you shove Daniel away earlier? What did Daniel do that was so wrong that you needed to push him?"
Brendon was about to open his mouth, then he closed it, I knew what he was going to say and it was probably going to be somewhere along the lines of, " Because he was feeling up Dallon," or "He was rubbing his tiny ass spud against Dallon," but he controlled himself. "Well then, I suggest you should head to Mr. Iero's office, if you aren't going to confess."
Great. Thanks Mr. Harris. Brendon huffed and the whole class snickers as he leaves, sending a dirty look to Daniel.
"Everyone hush or I will give you all detention! And Mr. Keyes, I don't want you sitting back there right now, please sit next to Dallon." I froze in my seat, my breath immediately hitches as his seat scrapes back. I feel his hand on my back and I didn't want him to touch me anymore. It was terrifying.
Class continues, but every so often, he "massages" my crotch, touches the side of my ass, and I want to whimper, but every time I get close from something leaving my throat, he quietly shushes me and threatens me.
Where's Brendon?
That question keeps running through my head as the clock ticks, as Daniel keeps feeling me up. And I know I'm done for as soon as the bell rings, and Daniel guides me somewhere, and by guides, he's slyly touching my ass every so often.
He pushes me into the bathroom and into a stall. He locks it and starts to 'kiss' me. I don't kiss back but he grabs my crotch once more and I yelp, and in that small timeframe, he shoves his grossly long tongue into my mouth. I feel him unzip my jeans, and it is if some switch in my head turns on and I push him back his back hitting the stall door. "Stop!" I shout angrily.
But he just smirks and pulls me into him, he starts to pull the skin bellow my ear, and I yelp at the odd and disturbing feeling. "Awe, c'mon Dal, I know you love all of the guys that touch you, that bend you over a table and fuck you until you can't walk the next morning. You know what?"
The truth was, the guys who did actually abuse me, never made me fuck them, or them fuck me.
"Maybe I should fuck you too." he continues.
Oh God, no. Please. Brendon, where the hell are you?
He starts to unbuckle my belt, but I push him away this time, the door opens and he falls flat on his ass. I quickly buckle my belt and run out of the bathroom and out of the school.
He was about to do it, oh god. I can't do this. I need to do something about it, I need to- I need to-
After a while, of running I notice I'm right on the porch of my house. I grab the key from under the doormat and open the door. He touched me. He got so close.
I run into my room and slide under my bed, reaching for it.
I run into the restroom and get in the tub, stripping my sweater and pants off and onto the floor. I sit in the tub and twirl it in my fingers, so much for 1 week of being clean of relapsing.
I drag it across my wrist first, yelping at the burning sensation, blood dotting to the top of the wound. I repeat the action on my wrist about twenty more times, and move to my untouched thighs. I push in harder with it on my thighs and tears start to fall from my eyes. "I'm so sorry, Brendon." I cry and cry the salty tears mixing in with the blood rushing down my arms and thighs. The whole world around spinning as I cry. Shit. I grab my phone from my pants and call Brendon.
"Dallon, where are you?" Brendon asks frantically.
"I'm at home, in the bathroom," I cry.
"Shit- Frank- hurry-hurry- make a left there!" I hear him say. "Okay, Dal, baby, I need you to stay awake, think you can do that?"
I responded with a small "yeah". "Good, I love you okay?"
He loves me? He loves m-
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