Clouded Minds |Broshler|

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Tyler mumbled in his sleep, whimpering and curling up.
He gripped onto Brendon's pant leg, shaking his head.

Brendon woke from the slight movement, fowning at Tyler and sitting up.
He pulled the small boy into his lap.
"Shh...we got you..."

Josh's eyes opened, finding the two boys.
He frowned and sat up as well, running his fingers through Tyler's hair.

Brendon rubbed his back as the nightmare continued to run through the small boy in his arms.

"N-n-no...p-please..."
His body tensed as the words left his lips.
"I-im so-sorry..."
He winced and whimpered, grabbing onto Brendon's shirt.

Josh looked at him, then to Brendon.
"Should we wake him...?"
Brendon bit his lip and shrugged before rocking Tyler.

"Hey...beautiful...wake up..."
His voice was gentle and quiet.
"You're having a bad dream...you're safe..."

He kissed his head, pulling back when Tyler jolted and his eyes opened.
He was panting heavily, tears leaving his eyes.

Josh pulled him into a hug, Brendon wrapping his arms around both of them.
"We've got you."
Josh whispered as Tyler started to sob.

They held him for hours, even after he stopped crying.
Tyler soon fell back asleep in their arms, snoring softly.

Josh and Brendon soon fell back asleep as well.
All were happy and content in that moment.

None knew that, that calm feeling was going to be ripped from under their, unstable, feet.

Tyler woke up around eight in the morning to his phone ringing off the hook.
He answered it, greeted with screaming.
He winced.

After the ten minuets of being lectured and threatened, Tyler silently got up and left the house, looking back at the boys with teary eyes as he left.
.........

The next days were absolute hell.
The endless beatings he was given by Michael, the screaming, the cheating...

Michael brought home a boy named Eric.
His new man toy.
He always rubbed it in his face, yelling and asking why he couldn't be like Eric.

The beatings became two times worse now that Eric joined in.

"You worthless cow! What did a say?!"
Michael pulled his hair back.
"H-h-hotdogs..."

Michael groaned and through the small boy down.
"I said fucking hamburgers!"
He threw the plate at him and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Go to your room."
Tyler got up and rubbed his head.
"Walk faster! Go! I don't want to fucking see you!"

Tyler ran into his bedroom and closed the door as the tears started falling
He curled up in his bed and cried.

He had no idea that Josh was crying into Brendon's arms, blaming himself for not being able to protect Tyler.
He had no idea how much Brendon blamed himself as well.

Tyler need to get out,
Josh and Brendon needed him to get out.
So he would do just that.