Your Secrets Safe With Me (Brallon)

Fear

(a;n: I will be putting a * at the beginning and the end of potentially triggering paragraphs, this one is for talk of self-harm)

I awoke in the morning to find Brendon curled into my side. He was snoring softly, a slight smile on his face. Brendon looked so much happier when he was sleeping, all thing problems that ridiculed his life and made it a living hell. Carefully, as too not wake the sleeping figure, I pulled him closer to my side, wanting nothing more than to be touching him at all times. He was like a cigarette, one kiss tempts you, triggering an addiction. You could never have just one of his kisses, no, he'd pull you in for a second and a third and then you were hooked. He was worse than nicotine.

"Dally?" The figure in my side started to stir, smiling up at me.

"Yes, babe?" I watched as he shivered slightly at the word, snuggling in closer to me.

"What time is it?" He asked, biting his lip as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer.

"About 10:00," I answered, glancing at the clock on the bedside table behind him.

I watched the fear and panic take over his mind, his eyes were glazed over with alarm. He quickly jumped out of bed grabbing all his stuff and shoving it into his backpack. He threw his shirt back on and ran his fingers through his hair to smooth it out. He grabbed his phone from the side table and checked the time. His hand went to his forehead, and he slid down the wall.

"It's no use, they are going to beat me anyway." Brendon leaned his head back against the wall, hitting his head on the wall in the process.

"Bren, what's really going on? I mean you told me about your parents, but why can't you tell the police or someone who can stop them. This is the kind of thing people are arrested for." I climbed across the bed and onto the floor, sitting back on my heels across from him.

"Because they would cover it up, blame it on self-harm or me fighting at school or something. Then I would just get beaten even worse, one day it's gonna kill me, they are going to beat me till I can't move and I can't go to the hospital for it." Brendon had a single tear slide down the side of his face.

I hated seeing him cry, he always seemed so strong and too see him so vulnerable hurt my heart. Scooting closer to me, I held him to my chest, comforting his sniffles. All I wanted was him to be happy and to see him smile, yet he always seemed to be sad. Maybe someday he could always be happy.

"I promise as long as we are together, I will be here to protect you. Anytime you need, day or night, I will be there to make sure they never hurt you." I gently rocked him back and forth, kissing the top of his head.

We sat there for a while, just the holding each other. Brendon's  sniffles eventually died down, and he pulled away from the hug. He wiped his eyes as he checked his phone, just shaking his head when saw the time. He pushed himself off the floor and picked up his backpack.

"Do you want me to drive you home?" I asked, getting up off the floor as well and moving to open my bedroom door for him.

I just shook his head, giving me a slight smile as he walked out of the room. I watched him as he walked down the stairs and to the front door. He looked at me one more time before he walked out, leaving me with a sad look in his eyes and a pained smile that told me he wouldn't be okay.

I went to my bedroom window and watched him as he walked down the street and towards home. It was probably about a 10-minute walk to his house, considering he lived on the other side of the school, but he still shouldn't have to make it alone. But, I had seen the look in his eyes as he left, Brendon needed to be alone to prepare for what was going to come, to prepare for the punishment.

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It physically hurt my heart to think of what he was about to endure, to the where I could feel my blood boiling in my veins and the itch for me to let it flow. I hadn't gotten these urges since I had met Brendon, I used to get them every day from the pain of keeping my real self bottled up inside.
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Shrugging off the feeling that sent shivers down my spine, I pulled out my ukelele. It was a gift from my sister I kept as "decoration" in my room, but I had learned to play it a long time ago. I strummed out some chords, not really bothering to make up words to go with the chords I was writing. Sometimes it's important to enjoy the times without words, like the times I had with Brendon. My favorite moments with him were the ones when no words were said.

^_^ Brendon's POV^_^ (a/n: I was trying to avoid POV switches, but this one is necessary)

I took a deep breath, staring at the door to my house like it was the barrel of a loaded gun. Hell was inside there, it was hell on earth. If I put this off any longer it would only get worse, if I tried to run away, they would find me and my life would get so much worse. Maybe if I was careful enough, I could get inside, and to my room, before anyone noticed, my room wasn't that hard to sneak into it was right down the hall. Taking one last moment to enjoy not being dead, I opened the door and walked in.

"There's the little rascal now." I heard my dad's voice, his tone was sarcastic, and when he came around the corner, he was actually dressed. "Brendon, my boy, meet Mr. Trevor."

"Hello Brendon, I am Mr. Scott Trevor, I'm your parent's divorce lawyer." My mind wandered, going between happy and confused as I shook the taller man's hand.

"Brendon, sweetie, your father and I are getting a divorce, and you have to decide which of us to live with." All my happiness dropped, I would never get away with both of them.

I merely shrugged my shoulders and turned to walk away from them, though the lawyer called after me.

"Mr. Urie, we will need to know your decision within the week." I continued walking, not bothering to respond to the man.

Rushing into my room, I fought so hard to keep the tears from falling. Either I would have to live with a man who would beat me every day, regardless of what I did. I might actually die if I chose to stay with him. But, if I picked my mother, then she would move away from this neighborhood, forcing me to leave Dallon behind. Sure, I wouldn't get beaten as bad, but could I survive without Dallon.

Throwing my backpack aside, I collapsed onto my bed, ignoring the pain that shot through my side. This was probably my worst nightmare and impossible decision. Either way, I would die, one physically and one mentally. It had come to the point where I couldn't live without Dallon, even now it had only been about a half an hour since I had left Dallon's, but I already missed him.  I pulled my phone to text him, wanting to make sure he knew I was alive.

To Dallon:
I'm alive.

From Dallon:
How bad was it? I can be there in 2 minutes to take you to the hospital.

To Dallon:
I"m okay, they didn't even try to hurt me at all. The bad thing was they were meeting with a divorce lawyer.

From Dallon:
I'm glad you are okay but isn't a divorce a good thing.

To Dallon:
Not really, I have to decide who to live with. My mom will probably move to the city to be closer to her job, and my dad will probably beat me all day every day.

From Dallon:
I'm sorry my love, wanna come over tomorrow, we can have a Doctor Who marathon.

To Dallon:
Sounds great xoxo

(a/n: this was a short chapter, mainly because it was just information you needed to know about both characters)