the kids aren't alright | brallon a.u | dallon's song |

Home Is Wherever I'm With You //

I GOT 1K OKAY BYE

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They haven't come back. Two weeks. I told Patrick and Brendon that I missed my father and that I was coping but, I knew that both of them saw past that lie.

School had been better though, yes I got nasty looks all throughout the school day. I had even gotten threats. I paid no attention them. I was just paying attention to the gorgeous man that was glad to call me his.

At therapy, that second week. Patrick had a visitor in his office. It was his boyfriend. He was well different. He wore all black which was normal since Patrick wore black as well, but he had a fringe, eyeliner, black nail polish and pink and black high tops. Not to mention he was also a grown ass man like Patrick.

"Hey I'm Pete, Patrick's boyfriend." He said as I came into his office that after noon. "Uh hi?" I say politely yet with a questionable tone.

"I wanted Pete here to talk to you while I talk to Brendon."

"Oh okay. Um. Yeah." I stutter, Patrick smiles them exits the room.

I sit on my usual spot on the edge of the long couch and Pete sat down in Patrick's rolling chair.

"So, you play bass am I correct?" Pete asks scrolling through his phone, and I mumble a yes. He puts down his phone and smiles. "Great." He gets up from his chair and grabs a large slim back from the corner of the room and hands it to me and tells me to open it.

"Brendon mentioned to us that you had a bass in your home, he said it was pretty damaged though so we scrounged up some money and bought you something.

I rip the top part of the box eagerly and gasp as I pull out the bass and see the shape and structure of it. It was white and had lovely curves almost like a stand up bass would have. I lay it in my lap and pluck the strings.

"I love it." I tell him. He smiles and walks to me and ruffles my hair. "Good, now every three sessions I will come by and jam with you while we talk okay? Right now I want to ask you something."

I set my bass down as he sits in the seat in front of me.

"Brendon hasn't seen the burn marks hasn't he?" I flinch then freeze. I grab my left arm. "How did you know?"

"I can smell burnt skin. I knew what Patrick smelt like when he did but that's not the point right now. The point is that why?"

" My arm itches and I can't get rid of it by scratching. "

God, I am a fucking freak.

"Okay, understandable, you needed a relapse. We are going to try something new. Whenever you relapse, Brendon will call Patrick or I. Every time you do, you have to have a phone session with Patrick and say why and I'm sorry but I will call Frank." My stomach hurt.

"You aren't going to take my lighter?" I croak. He grabs my hand and and rubs circles with his thumbs.

"Nope. See if you really cared about the people you loved, then after this session you would go get everything you would think you could hurt yourself with and tell Brendon to hide it and or throw it away." I nod.

"I'm going to get you some sheet music so you can start learning some songs."

I was found out again. This is not what I intended to happen.

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Cuddling makes me feel safe. Especially when your boyfriend strips to his skin tight boxers. He was my heater besides the blanket.
He was my safety blanket.