Your Secrets Safe With Me (Brallon)

Justice (Unedited)

(a/n: I can't deal with my homophobic parents anymore)

*Dallon POV*

Hands locked together, we took off running with our piece of chalk. We stopped off in random places and wrote song lyrics we had never used on the pavement. We passed a couple of the other groups, but we would both spin on our heels and walk in a different direction, the whole point was to avoid everyone else. It began to grow darker and the lamppost lit the sidewalk as we ran through the park, searching for the perfect place to write our last quote and finish off our piece of chalk.

Brendon squeezed my hand and smiled up at me, I recognized where we were. It was the bench we practiced for our show on. The place where a crowd gathered to watch us put together chords and melodies. I smirked at him, letting go of his hand and walking toward the bench. He followed behind me and watched as I scribbled down the only thing i could think of.

'it would be fine to spend my whole life with you'

Brendon smiled up at me and I pulled him into a kiss. We kissed a long sweet kiss under the bright lamp, like something out of the movie. We were a movie couple, or a something you would only see in a book. It seemed so unrealistic, Brendon left home because his parents are assholes that beat him, he lives with me now, because my parents don't give a shit or even realize I exist. We had little stumbles, but our hands have been clamped tightly together, even when fought, our love remained there. Now I was going to prom with the one person in my life that mattered, the most beautiful, outgoing, funny guy I knew. His kisses were my drug, his eyes were my alcohol, he's worse than nicotine, and I don't think there's even the slightest chance of breaking my addiction.

I felt him tense against my chest as a squirrel rustled a bush near by. I had almost forgotten his fear of the dark.

"Shhh, baby it's okay, nothing's gonna get you, I won't let anything hurt you." All those months of me needing him, it was his turn to need me.

"C-can we j-just head back?" He snuggled himself into my chest.

"Of course" I put my arm around his shoulder and let him lean on me as we walked.

There were some dark spots on our way back to the group, through those I held Brendon tighter, just so he would feel protected. I couldn't help but feel like someone was following us, I could here an extra pair of footsteps following behind us.

"Brendon, stop a sec." He did as told, but stared at me confused.

When we stopped so did the extra pair of foot steps. I shook my head and continued walking. When we started walking again, the footsteps did to.

"Okay B, one more time." we stopped again, this time the footsteps didn't stop, and they weren't walking anymore, they were running.

"B, run, run as fast as you can back to the group I'll catch up." I whispered in his ear.

"Dallon, what's going on?" Brendon stared at me bewildered.

"Just go." I gave him a slight shove and he seemed to understand the urgency and took off running.

The footsteps me grew louder and before I could turn to face my attacker I could feel hot breath down the back of my neck. I ducked down as the attacker swung, in the dark I could see the light reflect off a silver blade. Before the person realized their knife hadn't sunk into anything, I took off running. I was followed closely, I couldn't lead him back to Brendon and everyone else, so I took a sharp turn and ran through the trees. That was my first mistake.

Being tall I wasn't the most graceful creature, Brendon often made fun of me for knocking everything over.

I was in history class with Brendon, the teacher was rambling on about world War 2. The bell rang before he could finish his lecture and everyone stood up really quickly. When I went to stand up my long legs knocked over my chair. Brendon started laughing at my awkwardness. When I went to pick up my chair, me trying to be all cool and pick it up quickly, knocked all my books to the floor.

"You okay there beanstalk?" Brendon giggled, standing with his stuff waiting for me.

"Shut up shorty." I ruffled his hair and we walked out of class.

I missed his hand clutching mine, I missed his scruffy hair rubbing against my neck. It was like taking away my cigarettes without any of the little helpers. I tripped over tree roots as I ran as fast as I could, trying to extend my legs and cover as much distance as possible in one stride. My foot caught on a root and I collapsed onto the ground. Before I could recover my attacker was on top of me, holding the gleaming knife over his head, ready to plunge it into my chest, straight through my heart.

I braced myself for the end, but instead of a bright white light I saw blue and red flashing ones, and instead of a sharp pain in my chest I felt the weight of the person sitting on my stomach be lifted off and dragged away.

A flashlight was shined in my face and a woman began to ask me questions. I shoved her away and stood up, I needed to find Brendon, I needed to know he was okay. If something had happened to him before he reached the group I would never forgive myself. I pushed my way toward the the flashing lights, ignoring the woman insisting that I sit down and relax, I couldn't relaxed until I was sure my boyfriend was okay.

I saw his outline against the blue, he was talking to a police officer. Getting a second wind of excitement, I ran over to him and hugged him. He immediately burst into tears and so did I, mainly out of relief and happiness. We sunk to the ground together and the police officer said he would give us a moment, and that we would need to come down to the station to fill out a report on the entire attack from the beginning to tonight. He offered to give us a ride.

I turned to look and see all our friends watching in horror off in the distance, If they didn't believe it was an actual human that attacked Brendon at first they did now. I was just glad that Brendon's asshole of a father was finally getting what he deserved.