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Brandon ~ Always there

"I'm tired of you doing this to me mom!" You yell at your mom.

Ever since you were about 14, your mother stopped treating you like your other two siblings. She would let your siblings get away with yelling at you, hurting you, and other things. Even though you were the oldest, the roles were flipped. For the longest time you believed she treated you like this because you were adopted. And now your theory was becoming reality. The only person who really seemed to care for you was your Dad. He would prevent all of this from happening. When your mother would give you the silent treatment, your dad would be there for you. But sadly, your dad was only home at night and on weekends due to his job. This made you feel like Cinderella.

"Well maybe if you wouldn't be such a disappointment we wouldn't have this problem Y/N!" Your mother stomped her foot.

"I am doing way better than you ever did! You know what? I'm fucking tired of this shit! You treating me like I'm some kind of slave you can just kick around while the other two are your angels! I'm sick of this and I'm moving out!" You storm off to your room.

In your room, you pack a small bag while you call Brandon. He doesn't answer so you call him a few more times. Must be at the studio. You thought. After your bag was packed, you walk down stairs and grab your car keys before walking out of the door.

You start your car as tears fill your eyes. You just couldn't take anymore of your mom. She was always yelling at you about something. Or she was overreacting about something, making assumptions about you. Judging every little thing you do. "It's just because I love you." She would tell you. But now you know it was a lie.

Brandon knew about you and your mom's problems so when you showed up at his door in tears with a bag he didn't ask any questions. He simply opened the door further allowing you to come in.

"Thanks Bubs," You mumbled.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked as he walked you to his room.

"If it's not too much?" You set your bag in a chair in his room.

He lays down o nthe bed and pats the spot beside him. You curl up in his chest.

"I'm fucking tired of her treating me like this Brandon. It's just too much for me. She makes me feel unwanted and like I'm a failure." You begin to cry.

"Baby, I want you. I don't think you're a failure, I think you're the most successful woman i know." He hugs you tighter.

"She treats the other two like normal people but she treats me like I'm some kind of slave. And now she's taking over my Dad too. I have no one in my family left to turn to Brandon." You start to cry harder.

Brandon tears up too. He doesn't like seeing you cry. He just wants to protect you from everyone and everything that hurts you.

"You have me baby. I'll always be here for you. No matter what, I love you too much to turn my back on you ever."

Brandon let you move in with him the next day. He had insisted on going with you to collect your things. You finally allowed him to come with you, realizing how much help you actually needed.

When you arrived at your house, your mom had already left for work, leaving just your siblings. They didn't say a word to you. Brandon had told them to tell your mom that you are moving in with him. They nodded and went back to their devices. Brandon took most of your bags to the car so you could say by to your siblings before leaving.

A/N
I wrote this based off of things I've witnessed and been through and this is honestly one of my favorites.