Your Innocence ( Brallon )

Chapter 12; In The End, I'll Do It All Again

    Another nightmare gripped Brendon as he tossed and turned amongst the sheets. Mr. Harrison was slashing and pounding at the boy's soft porcelain skin. Sadly though, this wasn't a nightmare, this was a terrible memory from when he was 14 years old. The adolescent had burnt the meal he had been cooking, his caretaker was less than appealed when he walked in to Brendon desperately trying to stop the smoke.

    "You shouldn't have done that." He remembered the older whispered hoarsely in his ear as he grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him to the bedroom as the boy protested and screamed.

    It didn't stop the punishment that came, the 14 lashes of the whip, searing hot candle wax being poured down the younger's back as he screamed out in pain. The whole memory returned to Brendon as he rolled around, it all seemed so real, he could feel every whiplash and the burn of the wax rolling down his back. The boy whimpered as the pain came back to him and Dallon couldn't hear him dealing with the horrid memory because the previous person who resided in that room had decided to place soundboards against the wall. So next door to the boy's room, Dallon is talking to Duckie about the preliminary hearing only thinking that the ruckus is from another apartment.

"I still haven't found his body but-"

"Shh, I don't think that the noise is coming from next door, Duckie." Dallon states, pulling the phone away from his face.

"You think it's the kid?" The younger man asks a bit of worry tinted in his voice.

"I don't know, I'll be right back."

"Yeah okay, I'm coming over to see if you all need anything, I also need to take some files over there Andie is coming along with me too."

"Okay gotta go." With that Dallon hung up and threw his phone on the bed and raced to Brendon's room now clearly hearing the screams making his legs run towards the hall ten times faster. The man busts the door open not caring about the hinges and sees the young boy seeing him struggle and roll around in the mess of blankets. He runs to the teen and pulls him into his arms, putting Brendon's arms down for he would start swinging his arms up and hit Dallon in the face.

"Brenny, Bren. You need to calm down and open your eyes."

Brendon let out a piercing scream and a loud cry, yelling, "Let me go! Please! Let me go!"

Dallon raises his shaky voice and shaking Brendon a bit. Though Brendon can't hear it and he still believes that the person is holding him is Mr. Harrison (Or as Brendon used to know him as- Mr. Shapiro). Dallon hesitantly let go of the boy, sitting down next to him and calling out soft whispers of comfort. When the boy didn't respond, Dallon put his head in his hands and rubbed his forehead, then he did the last thing he could think of.

"Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality.
Open your eyes, look up to the sky and see.
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low.
Anyway the wind blow doesn't matter to me, to me."

The thrashing slowed as Dallon sang, his voice reaching through the nightmare that gripped Brendon in it's ghastly clutches. Desperately, as if it could save his life, the younger reached out, hoping to find something to grapple. His fingers found the soft cotton shirt of the man sat next to him singing. Not daring to open his eyes, the shaking adolescent pressed his tear-soaked face into the man's shirt, using his scent to wash away the painful memory.