Fuck Off, Church Boy (Bryler|TylerxBrendon)

Chapter 16 (edited)

I'm being a lazy piece of shit, and not wanting to edit, so there's probably a lot of typos and things that aren't right, but I don't care (FOB pun🌚) Ugh, I hate myself.

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Brendon's POV

The ear splitting scream made Tyler jump and let out a shriek of his own, a whisper compared to the one she made.

I stared wide eyed at my mom, who was glaring at me with more anger than I've ever seen in my life. Her jaw was wide open in terror and shock. Her face was a deep shade of red with anger.

"I-I-I... Mom, I can explain..." I said calmly, subtly pulling Tyler closer to me.

If we were in a cartoon, you would be able to see the fucking steam stuff coming from her ears. She was seething with anger, and she had just gotten here.

"Explain what, Brendon?!" She screamed again, making Tyler flinch and hide his face in my arm. He was shaking, I could basically feel the fear radiating off of him. My sleeve was soon wet with tears. He was crying. She was making him cry. That was it. I'm not taking anymore of her, or my dad's, bullshit. "What even is there to explain?! You were kissing a boy!" Just the way she said it, made it sound like it was the most evil, revolting, thing any living thing could ever do.

"And?!" I snapped.

"That's a sin, Brendon!-"

Before she could say anything else, I cut her off. "I'm fucking done with hearing Oh, this is a sin! That's a sin! You're going to straight to hell! You know what?! If there even is a hell, which I highly doubt, I've got a first class ticket, and I'll see you there!" I screamed back.

She looked at with me hurt written all over face. I honestly would've felt bad, if any of the hurt that she was feeling, was real. None of it was real, and I could tell.

"And I think that you and dad, are both sad pieces of shit!" I yelled. I was just screaming now. I shouldn't have said that, but I couldn't stop myself. "I'm fucking leaving if you don't stop with all of this homophobic bullshit that you have been surrounding me with all of my life! I'm so glad I didn't let your brainwashing didn't work on me, because then I would just be as ignorant as the rest of those people in that god damn church!" I was sobbing uncontrollably. I was screaming and yelling and crying. All those emotions that I've been hiding for all these years, can't be held back anymore.

I was stopped by a hand gripping my wrist. I turned to look at who it was. Tyler stood there, with his hand holding tightly onto my hoodie sleeve, with a smile and glossy eyes. He let out a raspy giggled, cupped my face, and nodded at me with a look that said "it's okay, I got you"

"Brendon, I love you so much..." he choked out.

"Saaammmmeeeee." I laughed. "I really love you too."

He rolled his eyes and kissed me. I heard a noise of disgust from my mother, then a sharp pain on my neck. My dad grabbed my hood and pulled me backwards, away from Tyler. I didn't even see him come into the room. My back was slammed hard into the wall. I heard a scared squeak from Tyler and then him start making strangled sounding gasps for air. He was crying again. I picked myself up, shooting pains going through my back as I dizzily got back on my feet.

"Get out..." my dad said lowly.

"Fuck you... I'm leaving, and I'm not coming back." I said. I wasn't just ranting now. I meant it this time.

I looked over to Tyler, who was crouched down in the fetal position, crying against the wall. He looked at me, and when our eyes met, I smiled softly at him. "Ty, babe. C'mere." I grabbed his hand, intertwining our fingers, then pulling him upstairs with me.

We stepped into my room, and started packing all of my things. Tyler was filling one of my old backpacks with all my CD's and records. He gasped as he picked up a Death Cab For Cutie record. "You like them, too?" he asked in an excited whisper.

"Mhm!" I hummed, giggling at how cute he looks when he's happy. His eyes just lit up, and I want him to look like that all the time.

I filled another bag with as many clothes as I could fit in, zipped it up, then grabbed Tyler's hand. "Let's go, Ty." I squeezed his hand reassuringly. "We're gonna be ok. I can't promise we'll be perfect, but I can promise that I'll always love you." Both of our eyes were still glossy, and I could see the tears that had now dried onto Tyler's cheeks.

"You wanna say bye to your parents, Bren?" He smirked.

"You little shit!" I laughed.

"That's me, and you loOoOoOoOve it!" He giggled.

"Let's just go." My breath hitched, and he gave me a quick hug before we headed down the stairs together.

Both of my parents stood at the foot of the stairs, glaring at us, burning holes into the back of our heads as we walked out the front door, hand in hand.

"...Bren?" Tyler asked after I shut the front door.

"Yeah?"

"Do you have a car?" He asked, a concerned look on his face.

"Oh shit... no?" I shrugged, as his eyes went wide. "Just kidding, babe. They forgot they gave me an extra." I dangled the keys to my parents car, in front of his face, and wiggled my eyebrows.

"Damn you!" He grinned.

We both got into the car, throwing my bags in the backseat and driving to wherever.

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Hello! This story is almost over, and I don't really know if I'm happy with it or not. I feel like a lot of the chapters are rushed, and I could make a lot better content. I dunno if I'll delete it? Maybe not? I'm really indecisive, so I'll probably change my mind in like five minutes, so yeah. Bye!