Your Innocence ( Brallon )

Chapter 3; Tell Me It's Okay

Brendon did his best to get his mind off it, and it sort of worked. He busied himself by cleaning the already clean kitchen and then went to the living room to rearrange everything. The boy moved the couches, he rotated them 30 degrees, he moved the coffee table, he did everything he think he could do with the living room. When he was done, it was like he was in a different house, and he smiled because he succeeded, but when he looked at the clock near the kitchen, he frowned. Four more hours until his caretaker came home, and he sighs and lays down on the tan couch.

"Damn you time!" he groans to himself, he sighs and puts the throw pillow on his face to cover his distressed screams. Brendon couldn't get the moment out of his head. The clear blue skies, the green grass, the houses. He has been lied to, but he doesn't want to confront Mr. S because the possible outcomes from telling the man that he looked outside. He disobeyed Mr. Shapiro's rules. It was a pretty damn scary to think about the possible punishments Brendon would get. He sighs, removing the pillow from his face and the tears slip down his face. He closes his eyes and lets the tired state take over him.

He is shaken awake by Mr. S, and he isn't on the couch anymore, he's on the bed in their bedroom. Brendon feels a bit nippy, and he soon realizes he is in the nude. He tries to sit up but he finds that his hands are tied up by chains, which were around the bedposts. "You disobeyed me, Brendon. You opened the window."

Brendon's whole world was ending once more, what did he do this time?

Oh

   God.

  What the fuck did he forget to do with the windows?

"I didn't open it." Brendon whimpers, and he shrinks back into the mattress a bit to avoid Mr. Shapiro a little- who was now sitting on top of him.

The older man chuckles, "Oh, honey, you forgot to nail one side of the plywood shut."

Fuck.

The man sits back and removes his white dress shirt, tossing it to the floor beside the bed. Mr. S pulls Brendon's legs and lays them on his arms, which is a bit harsh for Brendon, since he isn't that flexible- and the new scabs the older man left. He then unzips his pants, not bothering to pull them off, and he enters Brendon. Dry. The younger whimpers and hisses softly at the burning sensation- SMACK. The older had just slapped him. Brendon looked at him, like a deer caught in headlights because he knew... he caught on, from how Mr. S had entered him, the older man, wouldn't have mercy towards Brendon. And that scared him.

He was right.

The older man thrusts into him again- slamming- and Brendon screams, it felt like being stabbed with hundreds pins and needles. And it continues to be like this. The torture. Harsh thrusts, the hitting, the brutal venomous words that left the older man's mouth.

  Regret. Filthy. Dirty.

Pathetic.

  As Brendon lay on the floor, his stomach growling, pain searing through his bum, tears falling from his face, naked, staring at Mr. Shapiro as he eats his spaghetti and meatball sandwich, and that was Brendon's favourite. That was beside the point, he could care less about the food. Regret filled him, why did he have to look outside? He felt filthy and dirty  because he was penetrated again, and the liquid-y substance that was still in him. The plug Mr. S put in him-harshly might he add-still there. Pathetic because the older man told him so, and Brendon knew he was pathetic.

"There is going to be some knew rules and a new system I am going to try out." Mr Shapiro says mouth full of bread and spaghetti. "You, will be chained up, the only place you can go is to the bathroom. The only pair of clothing you will be able to wear is underwear. You will get one meal every two days, and by the time I get home, I want you on the bed, on your hands on knees, underwear off."

The younger boy nods and sniffles.

"Don't think by crying I'll pity you, bitch. You deserve everything you get, got it?" He snaps, Brendon nods.

"Good. Let's go upstairs."

He blacks out after that, and he wakes up and he feels a heaviness on his chest, and he's not being a Smart-Alec his metaphors. He has something heavy all around his body. And he finds it to be chains. Brendon takes a sharp breath in, and he sits up, causing the chains to rattle a bit. He sighs and places his feet on the floor- afraid he'll trigger something with the chains causing something to explode. Or maybe he is just being a bit too paranoid.

He opens the door leading to the hallway and anxiety starts to set in, he can feel the chain get tighter around every few steps he takes. Brendon walks to the restroom and once he is finished relieving himself, he decides to test the boundaries, although he is scared out of his mind, he is curious out of his mind. Maybe, all that'll happen to him is the chains will tighten around his skin and arms. The closer he gets to the room where he opened the window, the more irritated his skin got, and the more he looked like he was running like an Olympian from one of those pictures he found in the textbooks Mr. S had told him to read when he was 14. Brendon gives up and stops, which was an idiotic idea because he had just lost all of his momentum that he was building. And he thinks, which doesn't end well, because his head has been a depressing cloud of fog for the past few days. If he thought longer it would end in tears. So he moves back, and the chains loosen.

    The chains are loose.

That's it.

Brendon makes his way back to the bedroom and the chains loosen so much that they are just hanging off of the boys limbs. Brendon smiles and slips them off but, gasps when he sees the damage the chains have done to him. Harsh red marks of where the chains pulled on his skin. But, that's the least of his worries right now.

Brendon walks to the room, with shaky footsteps. Scared out of his mind, he makes it to the room. All of the boards of the window were now on the floor, they weren't stacked up neatly, they were thrown, as if he was angry. Mr. S had the right to be angry. The boy runs to the window, and gets in his knees, all but his head was what you could see from the outside.

You could say his eyes were playing tricks on him the first time he looked outside. Now, the skies were much duller, the grass didn't look as grey. He couldn't give a rat's' ass, the outside was beautiful. There wasn't much commotion outside, he didn't expect there to be any, seeing that it was a bit early. Brendon took the locks off the window and pulled the window off. A small gust of wind surprises him, and it smells so good. He laughs a bit, and takes the smell of the air in. He looks outside again and admires the outside world. He loves it.

The boy hears fast footsteps and he puts his head down a bit. He then sees a man. And oh dear god, Brendon is looking at a golden god. He stops at the front yard to take a breath, putting his hands on his thighs. And that gives Brendon a better look at him. He had blue eyes, that were just so bright, they couldn't be real. The man had brown hair that Brendon just wants to thread his hands through. He is so awed by his beauty, cheesy, he knows, but it's true. The man looks up at Brendon and smiles, and now the boy's heart is racing.

He looked at me.

A/N

So I did this whole chapter on my own, but the next one is going to include @imaginnationstation because they have a great scene to start on. Anyways, here is a lovely song for you all to listen to. :)

and another one....

ok last one for sure...

BYE

-Tyler