Your Secrets Safe With Me (Brallon)

Cared

(a/n: I made lasagna from scratch last night and it was really good.)

When I woke up, Brendon was shaking and sweating next to me. My heart hurt as I watched him thrash and mumble through the nightmare that plagued his sleeping mind. I tried to wake him gently, but he screamed out and kicked at me when I touched him.

Mrs. Wentz came running down the hall when she heard him scream. She had dark circles under her eyes, and her hair was unkempt. Her concern for her adopted son was evident on her face. She cared for him like he was her own.

"Is he okay?" She asked, catching her breath.

"I don't know. He's having a nightmare." He was still trapped in the terrible dream.

She sighed and leaned against the doorway as I sat next to him. Even when I tried to move the hair out of his face, he cried out and nearly fell off the bed trying to get away from me. His life was difficult enough in the waking world, so why did it have to be so terrible in his dreams?

A black blur ran past Mrs. Wentz and jumped onto the bed. Jax, the Wentz's lab german shepherd puppy, was on top of Brendon, licking his face. Before I could get the dog off the boy, Brendon was awake and pushing Jax off him.

"Jax!" Brendon laughed as he sat up, seeming to forget the terrible nightmare that he'd been having.

"Morning, Honey, anything special you want for breakfast?" Mrs. Wentz smiled, forcing all the worry off her face.

"I'm g-good with any-th-thing," he replied, scratching Jax behind the ears.

Mrs. Wentz nodded her head and disappeared down the hallway, Jax following close behind her. Brendon laid back down and snuggled into my side, yawning widely. He had dark purple bags under his eyes, suggesting he didn't sleep much.

"How you feeling, bearpie? Did you get enough sleep?" I asked, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"I feel like a-a-absolute c-crap, and n-no, I d-d-did not." He sighed and sank further into me.

"I'm sorry, baby, I wish there was something I could do to help." I told him, hugging him close.

"You d-do help. I'm j-just s-scared. A-and I'm scared I-I'll always b-be scared." It hurt my heart to hear him say that, but I knew deep down that he wouldn't have to be.

"I know it feels like that, baby, but it'll get better. I promise." I reassured him as I reached up and gently massaged his head with my fingertips.

"D-don't make p-p-pr-omises you c-can't keep." He laughed a little, but it felt like he really didn't believe me.

"Come on, sweetheart, let's go see what your mom is making for breakfast." I changed the subject and helped him up.

"D-dal, can you close the c-curtains? I-I-I f-feel like someone is-is-is watching me." He stuttered out nervously.

"Of course, sugar plum," I gave him a soft kiss, "but you're safe here. There's nothing to worry about."

"Th-there's a-always something t-to worry about." He commented casually, making my heart hurt.

I closed the curtains for him before helping him get dressed. He didn't really dress up anymore, considering that he didn't go out much, and it was tough to get skinny jeans over his cast. He pulled out a pair of ripped black skinny jeans, looking at them longingly.

"Are those the jeans you were wearing on the day we met?" I asked, recognizing the rips that came a little too high up on his thigh.

"Y-yea, there m-my f-f-favorite." He asked as he threw on a pair of joggers and a random Blink-182 shirt.