Weekends

19- Home and Horrified- B

Dallon dropped me off at home at 4:15 because we got caught in traffic even though Dallon only lived about 15 minutes away. "Hey, B," Dallon spoke before unlocking the car door. "Can I walk you to the front door?" I nodded and felt those stupid butterflies in my stomach again.

Dallon shut off his car and got out, coming over to the passenger side to open my door. "Thanks." He nodded and placed his arm around my waist as we walked up the driveway. "Brendon, I'm sorry that you couldn't stay longer," he told me. I shrugged, not wanting to find my key in my backpack. "It's fine. Thank you for letting me stay the night," I said quietly.

He made me stop once we'd reached the top of the driveway. "Can I see your beautiful smile once more before I have to let you go?" I shrugged again. "Bren, do you shrug a lot when you're sad?" I nodded and looked to my feet. "I'm sorry, Dall. I just- god, I hate not being near you," I sniffled. "B, you know that I'm only a phone call or a text message away." I brought my hand up to my face to push the tears away. "I should probably go," I told Dallon. He nodded, frowning.

I went to fish my key out of my backpack when Dallon wrapped his arms around me. I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath. "I'll see you bright and early tomorrow, darling," Dallon said into my hair. "Can you pick me up tomorrow," I whispered, almost hoping that he didn't hear me. "Of course."

I stepped away from his hug and sighed. "Bye, Dallon," I said quietly. "Bye, precious Brenny," he said back, turning to walk to his car. I unlocked the front door and saw Dallon still sitting at the end of the driveway. He cared too much. I waved, and he blew me a kiss which I blushed at.

I felt like I was going to cry when I stepped through the doorframe and saw my dad sitting at the dining room table with his legs crossed and an alarm clock in front of him. "What time were you supposed to be home," he asked, not moving his eyes from mine. I went to grab my whiteboard out of my backpack when he slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

"I want you to speak to me. If you're big enough to lie about what time you're going to be home, you can sure as hell speak to your father," he spat. His voice had such bite behind it. I was terrified. "Brendon," he shouted in my face. "I-I- Dallon a-a-and I h-ad-"

"Who the fuck is Dallon? Is he the reason you've been late coming home?" I shook my head and tried to speak but couldn't find any words. "Give me your phone," he demanded. I shook my head and stepped back. "Give me the fucking phone!" He grabbed the alarm clock off the table and slammed it on the ground, the glass front of it shattering. I handed him my phone and felt my stomach drop as he held up the notification on my home screen. "What the fuck is this? What is this?!" I felt tears pool in my eyes as he forced me to read the new message from Dallon.

"I-It says 'I'm s-sorry you had to leave so soon. Hope-hopefully I can make i-it up to you with-with hugs tomorrow'," I read, sobbing as I spoke. "What the hell is that supposed to mean, Brendon?! Do you even know how much I do for you," he screamed at the top of his lungs. I nodded, trying not to acknowledge the pure fear that I felt. "Get up stairs," he muttered. "I-I-I haven't eaten y-" He threw my phone onto the staircase and screamed for me to move. I ran up the stairs and locked my door.

My hands were shaking, and my heart was beating quickly as I backed myself into a corner in my room. I slid down the wall and cried.

Bren: I need to talk to you

Dallon: Is everything okay

Bren: No

Dallon: Can I call you

Bren: I don't know if you'll be able to understand me

Dallon: I don't care. Please let me call you

Bren: Okay

I could barely see Dallon's name on my phone as my phone rang because of the tear spilling from my eyes. "D-Dallon," I sobbed into the phone. "Oh god, Bren, are you alright? What's wrong?" I tried to speak through my heavy breathing and crying, but no sounds were coming out other than sobs. "Brendon, hey, babe, I need you to breathe for me, okay?" I responded by gasping for air. Even though nothing was helping me calm down, I wanted Dallon to know that I was trying. "Bren, try to breathe slowly, you're going to make yourself throw up," he explained as I coughed and gagged on the tears and choked out sounds.

"Brendon, are you throwing up?" I put my phone on speaker and set it on my shaking knee. "N-n-no," I forced out, coughing and (ironically) almost vomiting. "Okay, good. I need to you to breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, okay?" I responded with an 'okay' and tried to do as he'd asked. I did it once but couldn't catch my breath enough to continue. This led to me panicking and taking in shallow breaths that made me light headed.

"Brendon. Brendon, honey, stop breathing like that. I don't want you to pass out. Breathe slowly, and let yourself catch up to your breathing," he told me. I closed my eyes and gasped as I took a deep breath, evening out my breathing. "There you go, Bren. Are you okay now," he asked. "I-I don't know. Dallon, my dad was screaming at me again, a-and he was holding my-my phone when you texted me and-and got so mad. I'm afraid that he w-won't-t let m-me s-s-see-see y-" I started freaking out again as I thought about not having Dallon in my life.

"B, take a deep breath for me. Stop thinking about that, and just close your eyes and breath. I need you to try this for me," he shushed me through the phone and helped me to calm down. "Dall," I said. "Yeah, B?" I let myself breath for a second before talking again. "I-I don't know if I can make it through the night," I whispered. "What do you mean, hun?" I felt tears welling up in my eyes again. "I don't feel safe here."

"Can I come pick you up? Babe, you're making me nervous," Dallon spoke. Even though he was only 3 miles away, Dallon felt so far. "N-no, I was just hoping that you'd stay on-on the phone with me un-until I fall asleep," I mumbled. "Sure, Bren. Do you want to call me on FaceTime?" I told him yes and pressed the video call button.

"Bren, honey, dry your face off and get into comfortable clothes. You shouldn't go to sleep upset," was the first thing Dallon said when he saw my messy and sad appearance. He could've told me that I looked awful, but he didn't. He just wanted me to comfortable. "There you go, sweet boy. I'm sorry that I'm not there with you." I shook my head and sniffled softly. "S'okay," I whispered.

I crawled under my covers and started to tear up again. Dallon saw this and went to speak. "I'm okay. I'm just upset," I told him, to which he nodded his head. "Thank you for caring about me, Dallon," I smiled and closed my eyes. "It's no problem at all, Bren," he said quietly.

"Goodnight, Dall."

"Goodnight, Bren."