All the boys and I love her, madly.
It wasn't always like this.
We used to be the most in love, happy couple out there. We'd do cliché things like sleep in on Sunday's and have little picnics in the park. But we didn't care if people thought it was dumb. We were happy.
That's why I didn't notice it at first.
It started so gradually. Every so often she'd give me a light tap or two when I was being "sassy" and it usually shut me up, or she'd tell me who I should and shouldn't talk to, or she'd look through my phone. I thought it was all normal boyfriend girlfriend behaviour, although I'd never do it back.
Suddenly, I noticed it happening more and more. She'd slap me hard if I answered back and if I dared to even look at another woman she'd hurt me. She started using me as an ash tray. She started controlling what I ate. She started calling me horrible names.
And if I mentioned this to anyone, even causally?
"Just man up, Brendon."
So I stopped bothering other people, I did what she said, and nobody noticed.
And that's where we are now. If I leave her, she'll accuse me of rape, if I talk to anyone about it, they tell me to grow a pair.
The main problem with the whole thing?
I'm still so in love with her.
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Man Up (A Brendon Urie/Brallon Fanfiction)
Hayran KurguHe didn't notice it at first. By the time he did, it was too late. (Contains violence and harsh language.)
