64.involved

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About an hour after the boy had fallen into a peaceful sleep, Joshua's back started to hurt and his body got numb. He crawled from underneath sleepy Tyler, tucking him in and pressing a soft kiss on his (not bruised) temple.

He glanced over his shoulder once more, before sneaking out the bedroom and silently closing the door. He walked downstairs, his brain torn between all kinds of emotions. Kelly peeked into the hallway when she heard Joshua downstairs again. Her face dropped when she saw the confused, hurt look on his face. "Who did this?" He asked quietly as he stepped back into his boots. Kelly sighed softly. "A kid named Dallon. He's been aiming at Tyler since the first day they met, years ago. It has never been this bad though. I don't know what to do anymore."

Joshua nodded. "I'll take care of it", he mumbled, making Kelly's eyes grow big. "Don't get involved in this, Joshua! Don't do anything stupid!" She yell-whispered, just before he stepped outside. He turned to her, face apologetic but words the opposite. "I got involved the second that guy decided to beat him up, Kelly. I'm not going to let that happen." He tried to push a reassuring smile on his face, just to make her not worry too much about whatever he was planning on doing. He wasn't even sure himself just yet.

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"Bren! Hey. I need your help." Joshua spoke the second he stepped inside his own home and Brendon answered his call.
"Sure, what's up?"
"You're sister's still in highschool here, right?"
"Kara? Yeah. Why?"
"I need to know all she knows about this kid named Dallon. Bully."
It remained silent for a second.
"Dallon?"
"Yeah. Don't know his last name, but I think she'll know who it is. Likes to beat others up apparently." He tried to not let the anger in his voice show too much.
"Joshua? What's going on?"
Joshua took a deep breath.
"Tyler got beat up, Bren." His voice shook.
"Tyler got- oh god, that was Tyler?! Kara told about a boy bezig beaten up at school this week, she'd never seen anything happen like that before! Jeez, J, i'm so sorry is he okay!?"
"No, he's not. I mean he's okay but... can you just ask her whatever she knows? Let me know alright?"
"Okay."
"Thanks, B."
"Just... don't do anything stupid, alright?"
"You know me."
"Yeah. Exactly."

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Joshua was restless. He couldn't get rid of the anger, feeling helpless and just thinking about Tyler's bruised and broken face made him want to scream and cry and smash someones brains in. He remembered this type of anger all to well. All his old memories slowly surface and he wasn't too happy about that. But he was older now. Wiser. At least, he tried to tell himself that.

Because he'd never actually felt this angry towards one single person. When he was younger it was just random hopeless anger he released by fighting whoever was available. This was different. There was a single person who did this to a person he loved with his whole heart. Everything was different. But the numbing anger was the same.

He sighed, walking down to the basement. He shouldnt get himself in to trouble. He didn't want to make things worse for Tyler, he didn't want to risk his job or band. But he had to do something? He couldn't just let this happen, and probably happen again?
He sat down behind his drums, playing with the sticks in his hands. He doubted if it would take the anger away this time, but maybe at least it would make him forget for a while.

He started playing. At first he still felt annoyed, not feeling the beat but it didn't take too before he got lost in the music. He bounced in his seat, hitting the drums with maximum force, bottom lip hidden under teeth. He stopped momentarily, only to pull off his sweater and shirt, tossing them into a corner. He went back to playing, slowly beads of sweat forming on his forehead eventually flying off when he shook his head. In only minutes his whole body was covered in a layer of sweat, glistening as small droplets ran down his back.

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