Man Up (A Brendon Urie/Brallon Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

Being blue is better than being over it.

Dallon's PoV

Now I know what's happening, it's so obvious. The way he'll try and do something and she'll shoot him a glare, and he'll shrink back down to silence again. The way that whenever they kiss, she's always the one who initiates it, forcing herself on top of him a lot of the time. The way that his laughter is fake, that her smiles have an evil edge to them. All these things I would've just brushed off yesterday or got mad because he was ignoring me. It's not just physical abuse. She controls his every movement. She broken him down to nothing.

And I think they know I know.

I don't know how to bring it up.

"Hey, so Brendon, heard you being abused by your girlfriend earlier, shall I call the cops now...?"

Well, I don't know for sure, it might be a one time thing. Doesn't make it right, of course, it's just not as awful if she's not done it before. Maybe, if that's the case, she can get help for it.

I look up as Brendon leans across the table to grab a drink from the tray and catch a glimpse of his wrist. He sees me looking and tugs on his jacket sleeve weakly.

It's not a one time thing.

Who was I kidding? I see cuts, I see bruises, I see what look like little round burns. Audrey smokes. Brendon flashes me a small smile when he sees me staring, which I return weakly.

Fuck, how long has this been going on? I try and think back to how long it's been since they got together.

Seven months, three weeks, and four days.

What?

I like Brendon a lot, okay?

I have to tell someone. I can't let him suffer like this. Even if no one believes me and Brendon doesn't thank me for it. I have to. I lov— I mean, I care about him a lot.

I stare round at the little bar and crowds of men, talking, smoking and drinking around me. I need someone who knows Brendon like I do. Not Pete, not now. If it was during the day, then of course, but Pete's too drunk now. He'd go ape at me, tell someone, or not understand properly. Or all three.

Zack knows Brendon well, but he's not the right person right now. He acts impulsively.

I look at Brendon's band mates. Dan is also drunk, Kenny disappeared with a girl twenty minutes ago. Maybe I should wait until the morning. Suddenly, I catch Audrey whispering to Brendon out of the corner of my eye. Their conversation goes otherwise unnoticed by anyone else in the bar, but I watch as his eyes widen in fear and she smiles evilly.

C'mon there must be someone—

"Pete, we can't shoot you out of a canon on stage, I've told you this before, we don't know where you would you land."

I look over to see a very sober looking Patrick struggling with a very not sober looking Pete. Patrick. Perfect. He's a good listener and secret keeper, and he's known Brendon for years.

I stand up and join them. I slip twenty dollars into Pete's hand.

"Get us another round, will ya?" I smirk. Pete nods enthusiastically and stumbles off. Patrick straightens up, breathing out heavily and grinning at me.

"Thanks," he laughs, then cuts off when he looks at my expression.

"I need to tell you something, but outside, okay?"

His face hardens and he nods, following me through the crowd and out of the dingey fire exit.

I swallow the lump in my throat, allowing the night air to cool down my flushed face. I watch him lean against the wall and look at me expectantly. I sigh and look down at me feet.

"It's about Brendon."