"Dallon?" a familiar, gruff voice asks from the phone.
The officer gulps "H-hello Mom." He whispers.
"Just got outta jail." She says in that same gruff tone. Dallon's hands begin to shake while holding the phone. "You know who put me in Jail, all those years ago son?"
"uhmmm" The tall boy replies shakily.
"It was you, you little bastard. The best part is this time you can't fight back." Dallon Drops his phone onto the floor but he can still hear her breathing as he begins to form a ball with his heavily shaking body on the floor. Crying, he reaches over to see if his mother is still on the phone. "Once you raise a wimp, they're always a wimp." She scoffs before ending the call.
That was enough to send Dallon over the edge. He hauls his pathetic, ugly body off the floor and into the bathroom. He pulls a small white box out of the medicine cabinet and steps into the bathtub.
He watches as the thin silver metal glistens in the cheap bathroom light.
Finally. Dallon whisper as he watches small crimson dots form on his wrists.
Harder. Longer. God, you can't even hurt yourself right, you fuck up! Dallon internally yells at himself.
Just as the smooth, stinging feeling sets in and there are at least 15 new gashes on the officers arm, Brendon pops into his head.
"God I can't just leave him." He whispers. So, he gets out careful not to drip blood everywhere.
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After his left arm is entirely bandaged, he goes to do something to get his mind off life. He finds himself staring out at the snow lightly falling in his backyard.
His mind is flipping between the fact that Brendon would soon be here with him and not alone in some prison cell and that his abusive mother somehow knew his phone number.
Dallon felt so alone at his house, like he was isolated. Usually he didn't mind but today it just felt off.
He decides to just try and get some sleep before his shift at 4:00 when he could go pick up Brendon.
Why did he not just kill himself in the bathroom? There was no one stopping him but his heart. When he thought of Brendon it apparently decided against death. Why though?
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How it be?
I felt like writing this chapter cause my friend is having some struggle with depression and stuff so that's my explanation for this mess.
We're all in different situations at my school at the moment it's just a little hectic. It's the weekend though so I'll probably get another chapter up tomorrow because I really love this story!
Song of the day: time of your life by green day
As usual remember,
Stay safe
Stay alive
-Josie 💖💜💙
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Orange is not your color (Brallon) (Complete)
Fanfiction"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.
