"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.
The newly freed boy and his ex officer sat on the couch when the doorbell rang. "Who the fuck could this be?" Dallon mumbles to himself. He scrambles for his shirt and Brendon does the same. They had been living with each other for only a few week(e)s but their bond has become in separable. "Just stay here, probably a solicitor." Dallon groans.
He tugs at his shirt on the way to the door, hoping to cover any showing scars. Not thinking, he opens the door before looking outside. There stands the person that had given him the most terroris moments of his life which is a little surprising since he works in a prison.
"M-mom? How d-did you g-get here?" Dallon stutters, he can't move out of shear terror.
"Don't stutter you little bastard. You welcome your guests when they come." She scolds before slapping him in the face. The officer stumbles a bit before regaining balance and brushing a hand over his cheek. He whimpers at the stinging sensation. "Not child abuse this time, is it you little fucker." This was his own mother. "W-why have you stopped in on this lovely day mother?" The officer is using all he has to hold everything in. He can't help but smile though when Brendon fluffy head of hair peeks around the wall. "Happy to see me today, are we boy?" She asks, that smug look washing back onto her face. "Not really" he scoffs under his breath. "What was that?" She asks, her voice raising as she does. Dallon immediately regrets everything he's ever said.
That's when Brendon takes over. "Hey Dall, where's the... Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know we had company. I'm Brendon, may I ask your name, ma'am?" He cheers politely. "Didn't know someone so polite would hang around you son" she chuckle rudely. Dallon looks to his feet but Brendon's not done yet.
"Thank you for the compliment ma'am, but you still didn't answer my question." The younger stands firm on his ground. "I'm this screw ups, mother. Sad to say really." There was no joking tone in her voice, she meant all of this. It was making Brendon feel sick, Dallon wasn't a screwup, if anything Dallon was a saint.
"Is there a reason you came today, ma'am?" Brendon asks, the same polite tons in his voice. "To see my son again, I really do miss him." She's trying to pass as a normal mom but it just doesn't quite fit her.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think I can let you do that today." He steps in front of Dallon and crosses his arms over his chest. "Bren, she's gonna..." But it was too late. The boy was on the ground, blood gushing out his nose. "A-are you alright Brendon? Do I need to call anyone? Oh my god." Dallon frantically asks the younger. "Just like I thought. You see, it is child abuse now ma'am. I don't turn 18 for about 3 months therefore I'm still a minor. You take it from here Mr. Police Officer." Brendon smirks from behind his hand. "I'll be good Dall Pall, just a bloody nose." The boy assure the older.
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After the cops had taken Dallon's mom, AGAIN and gotten Brendon all checked out, the two were alone again like nothing had ever happened. "Thanks, like a lot." The taller says sheepishly. "Oh its the least I could do for you, Dallon." The shorter replies confidently before pulling his friend in for a kiss. That was what Dallon had wanted. He wanted love from this boy, and that's just what he's getting.
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Father, is that you?
How it be?
Okay so I'm really sorry that this was short but there might be another one at like 3:00am but who knows.
So I gotta crush but she's not gay or Bi so... FML
Anyway, everyone was extremely tired in my STEM class was like extremely tired including the teacher so that was fun. Three people in my group finished early and the teacher just started laughing cause we were laughing so hard and I think my STEM class was a mental asylum today but other than that school was the same.
I honestly don't know why I tell you guys these things but I'm not stopping so...
Song of the day: Dallon and Brendon's cover of skid row... Technically a cover but it's flipping amazing.
