Fuck Off, Church Boy (Bryler|TylerxBrendon)

Chapter 7 (edited)

I made an edit, and here's one of them. I don't think I'm very good at making them, but my cousin said she liked it, so...

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Brendon's POV

I opened my eyes slowly, blinking a few times–BITCH, SHIT, FUCKING MOTHER OF JESUS MOTHERFUCKING CHRIST GOD DAMNIT!WHY THE FUCK DOES MY FACE FEEL LIKE I TRIED TO FIGHT A BLENDER?!

With a hand holding my aching jaw, I then realized that I blacked out last night and that I was still in the car. My dad fucking punched me and I guess I blacked out from the pain. What a fucking bitch. I didn't see my parents anywhere in the car, or outside, so I slowly got out and walked to the front door.

I knocked once and it swung open before my knuckles even left the door. There stood my father. "What do you want?" he snapped.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

He pulled me into the house and he threw me in the direction of the living room. I flung my arms and legs in almost every direction, trying to not break my face on the floor.

"What was that for?!?" I yelled.

"You know what that was for," he spat. My mom walked into the room and rolled her eyes when she saw me standing there. Both of their faces were scrunched up in anger, glaring at me like I just said I had murdered a puppy with a fucking spork.

It then hit me in the head like a ton of bricks. I came out to my parents last night. I panicked and I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to say.

I chuckled nervously. "I was just kidding!" I yelled. I had just made a huge mistake.

They both released their faces and looked completely emotionless and empty. They were finally filled with smiles and my mom even started crying.

She ran up to me and hugged me tightly. "Oh! I knew it!" She sobbed happily.

"Brendon! Don't do that to us ever again!" My dad said, stepping into the group hug. "You are still in trouble for using foul language and forcing me to hurt you," he said sternly. "Hmph. It was all just a prank, Darling!" He smiled at my mom.

She laughed with happy tears still in her eyes and kissed my cheek. I winced, as my jaw was still hurt. She cooed at me to go to my room and she would get me an ice pack.

I walked up to my room and groaned as I flopped down on my bed. "I hate myself," I choked out with my face smushed against my pillow. "I hate myself so fucking much." I pulled my knees up to my chest and buried my face in them and cried silently until I heard a knock at my door.

I quickly hung my legs over my bed and wiped my eyes on the sleeves of my hoodie. "Come in!" I yelled, trying to sound as casual as possible.

My mom walked in with a large blue icepack and handed it to me with a smile. I smiled back at her because I didn't want her to suspect anything.

"Here ya go, Doll." She kissed my temple and walked out of my bedroom, closing the door behind her. (Do it and I will stab you in the eyelash with a fucking spork)

"Fucking fabulous," I groaned and decided to take a nap, as if I could nap away my sadness and regret from my mistakes.

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This is a filler chapter because I felt like I needed to update so here it is...

Sorry it's not good, m8