guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》

Chapter 16

These next two chapters will be dealing with rape/sexual assault, so if you're sensitive to stuff like that, please be careful.

Brendon's eyes went wide, and his mouth fell open. "R-Ryan.? I thought you left?" He stammered, trying to buy time as Ryan began walking towards him.

"Thought I'd at least say a proper goodbye before I did." Ryan said, his voice practically dripping with venom. Brendon backed into the corner, between the sinks and the stalls.

Ryan's mouth curved up into a smile, and he took another step closer. Brendon wasn't an extremely muscular guy, but he was stronger than Ryan for the most part... but for some reason, the thinner man was able to force Brendon into submission; play mind games with him, and make him feel like he deserved everything he got from Ryan.

"Ryan, please... please don't hurt me, it'll... Dallon will be so upset, come on, he doesn't deserve this.."

"But you do." Ryan said, cutting off Brendon's pleading. He was finally standing right in front of Brendon, and he placed a hand on his shoulder. "You know you do."

Ryan shoved Brendon's shoulders back against the wall, and pressed one of his legs between Brendon's. Brendon felt tears in his eyes, and he felt himself descending into the familiar numbness that took over every time Ryan did things like this.

Ryan pressed his mouth to the side of Brendon's neck, biting hard. Brendon whimpered.

Dallon was going to be so hurt.

Dallon.

Brendon suddenly felt a surge of confidence, and he shoved as hard as he could against Ryan. The other man stumbled backwards but didn't fall, and Brendon could see the anger in his eyes. Before he had a chance to try to run, Ryan was on him again, shoving and punching. Brendon fought back, the thought of Dallon giving him strength that he'd never had before; before he broke up with Ryan.

**

"So where's Brendon now?" Gerard asked, casting a nervous glance around the room.

"He wanted to go to the bathroom, to clear his head. I figured I'd give him a little privacy, since-"

"Go check on him." Gerard said seriously, cutting Dallon off. "Ryan's not a good guy. He used to... abuse Brendon, hit him and things. He probably followed Brendon in there, Dallon, you gotta go check."

Dallon jumped up before Gerard even finished, cursing himself for being so stupid as he rushed to the men's restroom. He opened the door and turned the first corner, and froze for a split second. Ryan and Brendon were the only ones inside, and all he had to see was the blood dripping from Brendon's nose before he jumped in, throwing punches at the thinner man, who was now outnumbered.

Dallon had never fought anyone before, expect for maybe with his cousins or siblings. But something just came over him, and he got a rush each time his fist connected with Ryan Ross' face.

Suddenly he was being pulled back, and he saw that Ryan was as well. Two men dressed in staff shirts were pulling them away, and holding them back. Another man burst into the room, and Dallon recognized the uniform of a police officer. Suddenly he was being handcuffed, and he couldn't find anything to say as he, Brendon, and Ryan were all shoved into the backs of police cars; Brendon in hysterics and bleeding, Ryan bleeding, and Dallon silent.

**

Dallon had never been to jail. He'd never even visited a jail. He'd never gotten a ticket, never been in a fight, and never been handcuffed. So, truth be told, he was freaking out as he was shoved into a holding cell in the May County Jail. His phone, wallet, keys, and everything were confiscated.

His cuffs were removed, and he sat on the hard, black bench on the far side of the small room as an officer locked the cell door. He had no idea what happened next. What was he supposed to do?

He crossed his legs and sat still on the uncomfortable bench, waiting for something to happen. Nothing did.

After about two hours, someone came and unlocked the door, and walked inside. "We're taking you to an overnight cell. But, chances are, you'll be free to go tomorrow morning." The officer said, then mumbled something about having too many bar fights in this town.

He cuffed Dallon again and led him down a couple of hallways, to a hall full of rooms with beds. He was placed in one of the rooms, and he sat on the bed after his handcuffs were removed. Overnight?

He sighed and lied down. He might as well get comfortable.