Your Secrets Safe With Me (Brallon)

Aftermath (Unedited)

(a/n: in loving memory of kellicsheart may she rest in peace along with her phone)

*Brendon POV*

We had gone to the police station and filled out all the paperwork, let's just say we wouldn't be seeing Boyd Urie any time soon. After the whole ordeal, Pete and Patrick suggested we come stay with them so we wouldn't be in a house by ourselves, maybe we wouldn't be paranoid with them around. We were now sitting in their backseat, Dallon's head in my lap. He hadn't received any major injuries, but he was pretty shaken up, he would need someone watching him tonight.

Pete blasted the music loud, loud music was Pete's solution to everything, but it beat silence any day. When we got to Pete's, his parents weren't home and apparently they were gone all weekend so we could stay as long as we needed.

"You guys can sleep in our bed, we'll take the couch tonight." Pete handed us some clothes for the night and I managed a weak smile, Dallon's eyes were glued to his shoe laces.

When Pete shut the door I wrapped my arms around Dallon, he's anxiety had taken over and he wasn't okay. He began to cry as we collapsed onto the bed.

"Let's get you out of these clothes" I whispered noticing the rips and dirt covering his clothes.

He nodded weakly and I helped him remove his shirt. When His shirt was off I noticed the first marks he had made on his skin. I now fully understood the phrase.

camisado

[kam-uh-sey-doh]

noun

an attack made at night.

His anxiety attacked him at night and caused him to do this, everything bad happened in the night. At night you could be caught off guard and lose everything. This could've been the night that I lost Dallon, just the thought scared me half to death.

I traced the messy letters and a single tear fell from my eye. It wasn't my turn to be broken, I leaned on him earlier and he saved my life, it was his turn to lean on me tonight. We both quickly changed into the clean clothes.

"Fuck shirts" I tossed the clean Nirvana shirt to the side and collapsed into bed with the beautiful boy with the ocean eyes that you could drown in.

"I never thanked you." I muttered

"For what?" He yawned.

"Saving my life."

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When I woke up I freaked out a little at first, not realising where I was. The events of last night began coming back in one of those dramatic flashbacks that leaves the person sweating and breathless. It didn't take me long to realise what woke me, Dallon was thrashing around in his sleep. I shook him slightly to wake him and he looked startled, he probably didn't remember either. I watched as the memories overcame him and shook him to the core. He leaned onto me and stared off into the distance.

The clock on the tabled read 9am, Pete and Patrick were probably up to. For once I didn't know how to comfort him, because this time I was hurting to. Why now? Why tonight? Last night was supposed to be remembered as the night my boyfriend asked me to prom, now it was the night the love of my life was almost killed. Why must my father ruin everything? We were finally starting to be okay, but now we were back to square one.

I rubbed circles into Dallon's back, we would be okay eventually, we had to be.

"We should probably go get food." It was Dallon who spoke first.

I nodded and we gathered our strength and walked out into the living room to see Patrick and Pete already up and making breakfast. We heard squealing and the clattering of dishes, and when we stepped through the swinging kitchen door to see the source. Pete in patrick were both covered in batter and so was the kitchen.

"Um... we're making muffins." Pete giggled, most of the batter appeared to be splattered on his face.

"Well we tried, then Pete had to go and sling the batter all me." Patrick childishly stuck his tongue out at Pete, and in response Pete slung more batter onto Patrick's face.

"Um... I think we'll just grab some cereal." I walked over to Pete's pantry and grabbed a box of Fruit Loops and went back out to the living room, leaving Pete and Patrick to 'make muffins'.

I had been friends with Pete since the seventh grade when he fractured my shell ever so slightly, just enough for me to tell him what was going on inside the walls of my house. I basically walked around the house like I owned the place. I plopped down on the couch and leaned against Dallon while flipping through channels and trying to find an old episodes of Doctor Who. Luckily BBC America was having a Classic Doctor Who marathon, it would help take our minds off the events of last night.

Every once in awhile we would hear a shriek from the kitchen and our eyes would meet with a glint of humor. We tried our hardest to forget everything but the memories played over the tardis noise. There was no telling what went down in the woods, and I knew better than to ask Dallon, it scared me to think of what could've happened when he disappeared into the trees.

I ran as fast as I could trying my hardest to get back to the group and call the police. When I turned around to search for Dallon he was gone, behind me was a void of dark silence.

"Brendon, hey let's get out of her." Pete approached me under the lamp post.

"W-where's Dallon" Alex asked, noticing I was alone and out of breath.

Without answering I pulled out my phone and dialed 911, I gave told the operator the park and told her everything going on. I was thankful for her calmness, it worked in the same sense mine did when Dallon was panicking.

I hoped he was okay, let the cops get here faster. Anything could be happening, he could be already be dead for all I knew. When he disappeared he could have been dragged into the woods and killed by now.

I hate being emotional in front of other people. I've only ever cried in front of Dallon, and once in front of Patrick. I couldn't cry, not now. I couldn't cry in front of my ex-bullies, or my best friend, or even my new band members. I told myself I couldn't cry, but yet I was. Most everyone stared in shock that someone who had never showed any emotion, someone who had never seemed phased by anything, was now a wreck in front of them. No one knew what to do, but Patrick.

I couldn't control my sobs anymore, each one made my body shake. Patrick reacted the same way he did when we saw Dallon lying on the floor, bleeding out. This situation was different, this time Dallon could be dead and I wouldn't know.

The memories sent the violently shaking sobs through my body and I buried my face into Dallon's shoulder. He was here. He was alive.