guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》

Chapter 17

Dallon woke up the next morning earlier than usual, thanks to an officer opening his cell loudly.

"Come on buddy, you're good to go." He said, pulling Dallon off of the bed by his shoulder and leading him out to another room, where he was given all of his belongings. Then the man led him out to the front of the jail into a waiting room, where Gerard and Spencer sat, with Brendon.

"Dallon!" Spencer said as the officer stood in the doorway, letting go of Dallon's shoulder and letting him go towards his friends.

Brendon was up in a flash, shooting into Dallon's arms as soon as his name left Spencer's mouth. Dallon sighed and hugged Brendon tightly and pressed his head into the crook of the shorter man's neck. Brendon was shaking a little, and it only took Dallon a second to realize that he was crying.

Dallon pulled back and held Brendon at arms' length. "Brendon. What's wrong?" He asked.

"I'm so sorry Dal, I'm sorry you had to see all that, I'm sorry Ryan showed up and fucked everything up.." Brendon began, but Dallon suddenly thought back to what Gerard had said about Ryan.

"Bren, what did he do to you?" Dallon asked seriously, staring down into Brendon's teary eyes with concern.

Brendon's face scrunched up again as he let out a quiet sob, and Dallon pulled him back into his chest. "Oh, Bren.. it'll be okay baby, it's all okay. I won't let Ryan talk to you ever again, okay?" Dallon said, kissing to top of Brendon's head.

Brendon nodded, pressing his face into Dallon's chest. "I love you." He said, the sound muffled a little. Dallon heard it all the same, and smiled, although he was incredibly angry and sad at the same time. "I love you too, Bren."

Dallon couldn't understand how anyone could hurt Brendon. He was nothing short of perfect; he was nice, funny, adorable... there was no reason for anyone to ever hit him or do anything to hurt him. He tried not to think about it though, because it was making him upset, and he didn't want to be mad right now when Brendon needed his comfort.

"Dallon, you don't have to go to court over this. The shitty May County cops don't give a shit, so unless you want to press charges, all of this can just be dropped." Spencer said.

"In other words, Spencer's dad is the sheriff, and he gets Spencer out of trouble constantly, and now he's getting you two out of trouble." Gerard said.

Dallon smiled softly and said, "Okay, good. So no one had to bail me out or anything? I don't owe anyone money?"

Spencer shook his head, and said, "No, you don't. I'll give you a ride back to the bar, so you two can pick up your car."

Dallon nodded and Brendon pulled back from their embrace. Dallon kept a hand on the small of Brendon's back as they walked to the car together and got in the messy backseat, and Spencer drove them back to The Hub.

Brendon stayed as close as possible to Dallon the entire car ride there, and when they got into Dallon's car and began to drive back to their house, he held hands with his boyfriend across the console.

They walked inside together and Brendon instantly went to the bedroom, although it was only the early afternoon. Dallon followed, kicking off his shoes on the way.

Brendon left on all of his clothes, except his shoes, when he lied down. It was strange for him, but Dallon didn't question it.

"Bren?" He said when he lied down next to the smaller man on the bed. Brendon turned his head to face Dallon, his expression unreadable.

"Yeah, Dal?" He asked, his voice cracking.

"I love you. I love you no matter what happened with Ryan, okay? If you want to talk about it, I'm here to listen." He said.

Brendon didn't really want to talk about it, but he didn't mind. He knew that it was probably for the better that he told Dallon all about his and Ryan's relationship, and about what happened in the bathroom.

"Well.." Brendon began, taking a deep breath. "Ryan and I got together probably about three years ago. We met at some party; we were playing spin the bottle and I had to kiss him. It just kinda... blossomed from there. I'd had other boyfriends before him, but he was my first... serious one. All the other ones were just, hit it and quit it type deals, I guess. I slept with a bunch of guys pretty much to piss people off and rub it in their face that I was gay, because my parents were Mormon. But anyway.." Brendon stopped and took a breath, looking over at Dallon before he continued. "Anyway, me and Ryan got together. And for the first few months, it was great.. until one night, he wanted to have sex with me but I didn't want to, because I didn't feel good. He... made me, but then he told me it wasn't rape because we were dating and I just... went with it, I guess." Brendon said. Dallon could tell it was hard for him to talk about this, so he pulled him closer and hugged him while he spoke;

"Then he started to hit me when he got mad at me. But he made me feel like... it was okay. Like I deserved it. I never told anyone, because I was scared. He'd do all that, and then force me to have sex with him." Brendon continued. "I finally ended up telling Gerard one night when I got drunk, and he told me to leave him. So I did. I packed my shit while he was working and left him. But then, a couple weeks later, he found me. I had been staying with Spencer until I got my own place, and Ryan just showed up one day. Started fake crying and begging me to get back with him... so I did."

Brendon shifted closer to Dallon. "He got better. He didn't hit me anymore... until one night, I pissed him off, and he just went crazy. He hit me and stuff, and... he made me have sex with him again, and... and I fucking bled. I kept begging him to stop, told him he was hurting me but... " Brendon stopped, letting out a soft sob. Dallon kissed his forehead twice and ran his fingers through his hair.

"He kept going and going, and there was blood on the bed and he got mad at me for it cause the sheets were white and he hit me some more, and I called the police. But... they treated me like shit cause I'm gay. They said if I wasn't a fag, this wouldn't have happened. So Ryan didn't get in trouble, but I left. I had my own car, and I left. I went to Gerard and told him what happened. That was the last time I saw Ryan, until last night." Brendon said.

"I'm so sorry baby." Dallon said.

"In the bathroom, he was just.. touching me and stuff, but I forced him off of me. Then we started to fight, and you walked in." Brendon said.

Dallon twisted their legs together and kissed the tears away from Brendon's cheeks, feeling tears in his own eyes at the thought of what happened to Brendon. He didn't understand how anyone could do what Ryan did, it just didn't make sense.

"That's why I drink so much, I guess. And why I used to sleep around before I met you. Ryan fucked me up." Brendon said, letting out a sarcastic laugh. Dallon sighed and traced Brendon's features with his fingers, dragging them softly along his jawline and chin, lips and nose, brows and cheekbones.

Brendon leaned into Dallon's touch. He loved having his face touched in a way that wasn't sure to bring pain. "You're not like him, you're so much better. You care about me, and when we had sex... you kept asking me if it hurt, you kept checking on me.. and it really meant a lot, Dal. You're so good for me; you're a good influence, you're a good person to be around. I love you."

"I love you too, Brendon." Dallon said quietly, staring intently at Brendon's face as he said the words, and Brendon turned his big, brown eyes up to meet Dallon's blue ones. "I love you most Dallon." He responded, and Dallon pressed a slow kiss to the smaller boy's lips, and Brendon responded lazily before they both pulled away and pulled the blankets up over themselves before they drifted off to sleep, despite the fact that it was only the early afternoon.