Adopted By Him..

Part 21

"Dallon.." I wince. He sharply turned around, and smirked.

"Oh, your awake." He said.

"Yeah, and I feel horrible." I mutter.

He storms over to me, and kneels down infront of me. "Good." He smirks.

I feel very exposed, as I'm stripped down to only my binder. My other clothes are in a ripped mess to the side of me.

*Brendons POV*

I've been worrying a lot lately, and my anxiety has been at an all time high.

I need to talk to someone, and as Sarah went out of town for a few days, I've been alone. And it's horrible.

I take my phone out of my pocket and make a call, a much needed call. To Dallon.
After the 4th ring, he picks up.

"Hey Bren." He says, breathing heavily. "Sup?"

"Hey Dal," I sigh. "Can you come over? I need some company."

There's an awkward silence before he squeaks a 'sure.'

I smile weakly. "Awesome, see you in 20?"

"S-Sure." He stutters, before muttering a 'fuck', immediately hanging up.

*25 minutes later*

There was a knock on the door. Dallon, finally.

I swing open the door, "You're a little late Da-"

"Dad.." Someone says quietly. Damien?

It was, it's Damien. I grab his arm, but he violently pulls away, wrapping his arms around himself, before walking inside. 

I turn around, "Damien?" I ask softly. "Are you okay?"

No answer.

I walk upto him, and crouch down to his level. He refused to look at me.

"Damien?" I ask again, slightly raising my voice. He shivers a little.

"I don't want to talk about it." He says with a very raspy voice. "Just, leave me alone."

I place my hand underneath his chin, attempting to pull it up, but he slaps my hand away, and winces.

"Don't." He snaps. 

I stand up, and walk backwards a little. "Damien, please."

He slowly lifts his head up, but quickly shoots it back down. "Don't." He snaps again. "Just. don't."

I'm so confused.

I was about to say something, but Dallon comes barging in, knife in hand. What?

"Get away from him, Urie." He snaps. I put my hands up in surrender and walk away from Damien, still very confused.

*Damiens POV*

I slowly lift my head up, to see Dallon bearing a knife, and dad backing away from me slowly.

"Dad?" I ask quietly. "W-Whats going on?"

He drops his head, and stops backing away.

"Urie." Dallon snaps. We both look in his direction. "Young Urie. Get over here."

"Damien," dad says through gritted teeth. "Don't." 

I stop in my tracks, and gulp.

"Damien," dad says again. "Run, now."

I do just that. And Dallon shortly follows, and then dad.

(A/N - Oh, writers block, how I love you!1!!
>I feel this stories just spiraling away so, there's probably about 5ish more chapters left?
>>Also apologies for a short chapter)