guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》

Chapter 48

Brendon woke up in a bed, with thin sheets covering his naked body. He was in the same room, but now there was a twin bed for him, and a glass of water on the floor beside him.

He sat up, and all of the memories of what happened came back as he felt the pain. He pulled the sheets back and looked at his legs, which were dotted with bruises where Ryan had gripped his thighs and hips. He always did bruise easily. It was okay when it was Dallon leaving finger-sized marks on his skin, but the fact that it had been Ryan who did it made him want to tear off his own skin.

He pulled his knees to his chest, trying to ignore the sharp pain that was so much worse than any time he'd had sex with Dallon.

Dallon.

Suddenly tears were filling his eyes and his chest felt tight. He covered his face with his hands and tried to keep his sobs quiet as he thought about his boyfriend. Dallon was probably so worried about him. And if he ever got out of here, he'd have to tell Dallon about what happened. What if he got mad? He wiped his eyes with the sheet and sniffed his nose. He felt so disgusting. He wanted a shower.

He stood up from the bed and walked to the small bathroom attached to the room. There was a shower in the corner, and he smiled to himself when the water actually worked. There wasn't any soap, but there was a wash rag and some towels, so he'd make it work. He hopped under the hot stream and let it wash over him, rubbing his hands over his stubbly chin. He needed to shave.

He scrubbed his body with the rag, trying to wash away the feeling of Ryan's hands on him. He pictured Dallon there with him, hugging him and telling him it was gonna be okay. He sighed as he felt the water starting to get cold.

He turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing one of the off-white towels from the counter and drying himself with it before he wrapped it around his waist and walked back to the other room.

His clothes were gone. Usually he wouldn't have minded, but he wasn't comfortable here. He didn't want Ryan coming in and seeing him naked any time he wanted. He sighed again and ran his fingers through his wet hair, and climbed back into the bed. It wasn't like he had anything else to do.

He was hungry as hell, and drinking the glass of water someone had left him didn't do anything to help it, it just made him have to pee.

After what felt like hours, someone finally came inside his room, holding a bag of some kind of fast food, to his delight. He didn't let himself smile though. He recognized the man as Travis from the bar, and he didn't offer a thank you as the man sat the bag of McDonald's food on the bed and left.

Brendon didn't waste any time before he started eating.  He knew Ryan had probably picked his favorite thing on the menu on purpose.

When he was done he gathered all of his trash back in the bag and tossed it on the floor. He tried not to think about how utterly fucked he was as he lied down and covered up, trying to fall asleep.

**

"We have all of the footage of the night Brendon went missing at the bar, and we've got people out looking for Travis Smith, the man who allegedly drugged him." An officer told Dallon, who nodded.

"Okay, so what do we do now? How do we find Brendon?" Dallon asked.

"That's the tricky part. We managed to get the tag number on the vehicle he left the bar in, and we've set up a license check to try and find it. But there's no guarantee we'll get them that way, so your best bet it just to wait until we let you know anything new."

"I'm driving myself crazy just sitting here worrying. I know what kind of things Ryan used to do to Brendon, and I can't help but think that what's happening now." Dallon said.

"We don't have any proof that Ryan Ross had anything to do with this yet." The officer said.

"Are you kidding me?" Dallon asked.

"We don't have any actual evidence. All we have is the things you and your friends say about him." The officer said. "It isn't really enough to make a case if we don't have Brendon."

Dallon sighed and shook his head. He didn't see them getting anywhere anytime soon. "Okay. Thank you." He said to the cop, who nodded and closed the door as he left Brendon and Dallon's house.

Dallon plopped onto the couch next to Spencer, who was playing video games with Pete. Ever since Brendon had gone missing they had been staying over to 'help', but Dallon was pretty sure they only stayed to play Play Station and eat their food.

"Dude, I'm about to take matters into my own goddamn hands." Pete said. "I'm still in touch with some of Ryan's friends, I'm gonna call 'em up and see where that gets me."

Dallon shrugged and said, "I'm going to bed." Before he stood and walked towards his room, leaving Spencer and Pete to send each other concerned looks.