guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》

Chapter 50

"Dallon!" Pete yelled banging on Dallon's bedroom door. "Dallon, come out!"

Dallon sighed and threw the covers off of himself. He'd spent the last two days crying himself to sleep and staying in bed. Christmas had come and gone, and his family was concerned for him and especially for Brendon. He opened the bedroom door to Pete, who looked excited.

"I think I have the address to where Brendon is, we can tell the cops!" Pete said.

"What? How?" Dallon exclaimed.

"I found where Ryan works and followed him home. Some of the windows had bars on them, Dal. It's gotta be the right place. I wrote down the address, all we have to do is call it in." Pete explained.

"Holy shit." Dallon said, a smile forming on his face for the first time in days. "Holy shit, I'll call the police."

**

A few hours later, Dallon was dressed and ready to go along with Pete and Spencer. They were following the police to the address that Pete had given them. Officer Cannon had suggested Dallon come along in case Brendon needed someone to comfort him. There was a cop car behind them as well as in front of them, as a safety precaution.

The house was almost a half hour outside of town, and Dallon parked with the rest of the police in the driveway. Cops bearing weapons moved to each door, and two cops stayed with Dallon while Pete and Spencer waited at the car.

"This is the license plate of the car he left the bar in." Dallon heard over the walkie-talkie, and his heartbeat sped up even more than it already was.

After waiting outside for a while, Dallon saw two men being escorted out of the house in handcuffs. One of them was Jon, and he guessed that the other was Travis. Next was Ryan, and Dallon sent the dirtiest look he could manage towards the thin man.

"Fuck you, you sick piece of shit." Dallon spat in Ryan's direction.

Ryan only smirked and said, "He liked it." Before he was shoved into a police car.

Dallon's blood boiled as he was lead into the house to find Brendon. It didn't take long; Officer Cannon carefully opened a door, and there he was.

"Brendon." Dallon breathed.

Brendon was in a bed, curled into the fetal position. Dallon walked towards him as officers cleared the room. Brendon opened his eyes, looking up at Dallon. Recognition flooded his gaze, and he smiled as tears filled his eyes.

"Dallon." He said, his voice cracking as Dallon sat on the bed. The smaller boy was instantly in Dallon's arms.

"Oh my god Brendon, oh my god. I love you so much baby, I'm so sorry.." Dallon rambled, between soft kisses on the side of Brendon neck.

"We better get him out of here, take him down to the hospital to have him looked at." Officer Cannon said.

Dallon nodded. He realized Brendon was naked, covered only by the white sheet on the bed. "Hang on, baby." Dallon said, pulling back long enough to pull off his jacket. "Put this on." He said.

Brendon nodded and took the coat, sliding it on and zipping it up. It was long enough to cover him, and Dallon pressed a kiss to his forehead before picking him up and carrying him out of the room.

They rode together in the back of one of the police cars, while Spencer drove Dallon's. Dallon held Brendon in his arms the whole time, running his fingers through his hair and whispering comforting words to him. He made sure his coat stayed pulled down Brendon's thighs, so that Brendon wouldn't be embarrassed. They were in a car with two other men, anyway.