Brendon woke up in a pool of his own sweat, clenching the sheets bellow him. "Dallon, I-i-i-i....." He couldn't get the image out of his head enough to get the words out. "What is it Bren?" The officer asked tiredly. "The-the blood...." Brendon tried but he couldn't get the rest of his sentence out. Dallon shot over to Brendon and quickly started trying to calm him.
The older opened his mouth to comfort the boy but it just kind of stayed there. He wanted to tell him it would be okay, but what if it's not? He can't erase the image from his mind and he can't lie to him.
"I've got you bud, I've got you" he finally decided on. He took the violently shaking boy into a hug to try and sooth him. "Hey, tomorrow's visitation. Are any of you family coming?" Dallon asks, trying to change the subject.
Brendon sniffs, trying to compose himself. "Dall, my family basically hates me now." He sighs shakily. "Well what about your friends? I'm sure at least one of them still likes you." The officer tries. "No, they don't. You don't understand sir."
Dallon opened his mouth but he was cut off by Brendon "they're all dead" he whimpers. For the second time in the night Dallon was at loss for words. "I fucked up" he mutters under his breath. "I feel ya" the smaller replies.
They just sit there, embraced in the hug. Brendon's shaking had slowed and Dallon had gotten his head back on straight. This kid wasn't the monster Dallon had made him out to be, if anything Dallon wanted to know him. He wanted more of those hugs and maybe at some point they wouldn't be behind the cell wall.
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"Weekes!" Is what Dallon heard as he was almost to his car after his shift was over. "Every fucking time" he mumbles as he spins around to see who called him. A good eight inches below eye level, there stands officer Pete wentz. "H-hello sir" Dallon says, desperately trying to keep himself composed. He feels anxiety pooling in his gut as he speaks. What did I do this time?
"Heard you got a new assignment. What'd he do?" Pete asks as if he were trying to be sly. "Uh, he um, killed five people but I-I don't think they have the right kid." Dallon stammers. Pete's expression immediately changes. "Gotta go! See ya later wentz." Dallon flood the scene as quickly as possible.
As soon as he's in the safety of his car he lets out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. He can finally go home and get sleep! The roads were pitch black as it was close to two in the morning. Dallon pity's the cars he passes on the way home. Their probably just as tired as I am he thinks.
He drives the few blocks to his apartment in almost silence, the sound of the engine being the only noise the entire way. The man tiredly stumbles up to his apartment and pulls the key off of his lanyard. The door clicks open and he practically falls into his home. Dallon steps over one of his shirts he'd left on the floor but other than that, the apartment was fairly clean. The officer starts to take off his shirt and quickly turns into the bathroom after noticing his new need for a shower. He finishes taking off the rest of his uniform before turning the knob on his shower. He just desperately wants to go to bed.
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After stepping out of the shower Dallon hastily throws a towel around his waist and walks across the hall into his room. He finds a pair of boxers in his drawer and throws them on before crawling back under the covers. Dallon was used to working long shifts, he'd worked for two days on end for about a year at one point. All the stress and the new project just made him extremely tired.
He closes his eyes, expecting to be out like a light. There's one problem, he can't get the image of Brendon out of his head. The shaking boy was occupying his thoughts to the point where he couldn't sleep even though he desperately needed it. Dallon tries rolling and shifting as if it was going to get him out of his head
What if I do get him out? What'll happen then? I'm pretty sure you can't go back to highschool with a prison record like that, and you can't go to college without a highschool diploma and... And .... And.. Dallon's mind was exasperated by the end of his thought.
He groans and tosses for about 10 more minutes before finally going to sleep. The officer doesn't even want to think about the side of things where the boy is guilty.
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Aloha mother flubbers!
That moment someone asks you if you went to church but your pretty firmly atheist...
Okay enough of the random shish lets get to the stuff that's actually somewhat related to this book.
So this was the third chapter and Brallon has still not picked up, I'm sorry! It will be soon though, I promise.
Second thing is, if I wrote a book of Brallon one shots would anyone read it? I want to do it but there's no point if no ones going to read it so....
I'm also pretty fricking upset because we didn't get to take our laptops home because my district didn't get chargers (my school has 4 districts) so I'm still typing on my phone and IPad. Apparently eight of us just don't get to take them home? Whatever you probably don't care
Until next authors note, (tips fedora an then apologizes for making Patrick stump look like a douche)
Stay safe
Stay alive
-Josie (who is currently blowing out her ears on the bus to hold onto that tiny piece of sanity)
P.s. I FORGOT THE SONG OF THEDAY!
Okay it's Ain't no rest for the wicked by cage the elephant 💖💜💙
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Orange is not your color (Brallon) (Complete)
Fanfic"I didn't do it! I never would even think of that! Please let me go!" Brendon pleaded with the judge. He's scared, alone, and most definitely in jail, that is u tie he meets Dallon.
