Weekends

35- Rough and Running- B

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Dallon and I had been doing way better. My dad had been nicer lately too because he had been trying to stop drinking. It felt like everything was looking up. Dallon had been very sweet to me. He kept texting me and telling me how lucky he was to have me. I was glad we'd made up. Dallon was my everything, and it felt right for me to call him mine.

Dallon spent the night at my house last night, so I was in a really good mood, but that was ruined as soon as I left second period. One of Steve's friends found me. "You're Brendon, aren't you," he smirked, backing me into a corner near the library. No one ever went by there. "Y-yes. Wh-who are you?" He snaked his hand around my waist. "I have- I have a boyfriend," I stammered. "I'm Anderson, little boy," he growled. "P-please, st-stop. I'm- I- j-ust stop it," I begged as his lips found their way to my neck. I slipped out of his grasp and tried to run down the hall. He was faster than me and grabbed me by the shoulders to slam me against the wall. I tried to hit at him, but he took my small wrists in one hand and pinned them above my head.

"Stop it, p-lease," I said, barely above a whisper. Tears were threatening to fall down my face. All I could think of was how disappointed Dallon would be. He would wonder why he was dating such a weak person. "Open your mouth," Anderson growled. I shook my head and let out a sob. He pushed his lips to mine hard. It hurt so bad. "Now," he said, biting my lip between his teeth. I felt tears start making their way down my face as I opened my mouth slightly. He was kissing me roughly, shoving his tongue between my lips.

Anderson's hand that wasn't gripping tightly on my wrists tried lifting up my shirt. My entire body was shaking, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but that only made him push his knee in between my legs and against my crotch. His mouth trailed back to my neck and started sucking at my collarbones that were only exposed because he had stretched out the collar of my shirt. "Stop it, st-stop it, please," I cried. He ignored my pleads and kept biting at my skin. "P-please, you're g-going to leave l-love bites," I forced out. This made him pull back.

"I'm going to leave a what?" I wiggled to try and escape again, but he just slammed my hands against the wall and stared at me. "What did you say I was going to leave?" I looked down. "A-a love b-bite. I don't w-want you t-to give me one," I managed to get out through my tears. "What the hell is a love bite? Do you mean a hickey," he scoffed. I shrugged. "D-D-Dallon to-old me th-at's what they're called," I sobbed. "First of all, I don't fucking love you. Second, I'm going to give you as many hickeys as I damn well please. If you don't shut the fuck up, I'll give you hickeys in places that only Dallon knows," he spoke harshly and began attacking my neck again.

I was crying so hard that tears were blurring my vision to the point where I didn't see Dallon walking by. "Please," I whispered through tears as Anderson's hand snaked its way up my thigh and cupped my crotch. "Bren-Brendon," I heard Dallon quietly say to himself as he ran over to where I was. Anderson must have heard him too and pressed his lips to mine as hard as he could, busting my lip in the process. His hand trailed under my shirt and felt all over my skin. His fingernails were roughly scratching my stomach and back, and I could feel it tearing the skin.

Dallon went to pry Anderson off of me but was met with a punch in the face and a bloody nose. He stumbled back a bit. "Get off of him now," he shouted. Anderson continued sucking at my jaw and licking at my skin. Dallon grabbed Anderson by the neck and yanked him away from where I was. I slid down the lockers and curled in on myself, watching Dallon slam Anderson against the wall and punch him in the chest. I was shaking so badly that I didn't even realize that Dallon was being pulled off of him. He'd had Anderson pinned down because he was sitting on him and smashing him in the face.

"Let me go! Fucking stop," he shouted at the administrators. They were holding him back and trying to pull him down the hallway. "Stop it! I didn't do anything! He was trying to rape my boyfriend," he screamed and finally broke away from the hands of the staff. He came sprinting over to me and pulled me onto his lap. "Brendon, hey, sweetheart. You're okay. You're okay. Did he hurt you," Dallon whispered in my ear. I nodded my head, and he rubbed his hand on my back.

One of the staff members who had been holding onto Dallon walked over cautiously. "You're going to need to go to the office," she told Dallon. I grabbed his hand and held it to my chest "Pl-lease, don't lea-eave," I cried, looking into his calming blue eyes. "Miss, he was sexually harassing my boyfriend. I didn't do anything wrong," Dallon argued. "Take a deep breath, hun. You're not in trouble. I just need you to tell the student resource officer what you saw before you stepped in," she reasoned. Dallon nodded and looked to me. "Can I help calm him down first?" The lady nodded and made her way back down the hall.

"Da-Da-Dallon, wh-y do th-things like this a-always happ-happen to me," I sobbed into his shoulder. He shook his head and held me close. "I don't know. I'm sorry, baby. Breathe in while I count for you, okay, hun," he whispered into my hair. I nodded and listened to his soft voice. "There you go, baby," he said quietly. I closed my eyes and tried to do as Dallon had said.

"Are you okay to tell me where it hurts?" I sniffled and tried to breathe enough to speak. "He-he was grabbing my f-f-face, a-and he scratched my-y stomach and b-back, and-and he he-eld onto my wrists t-tightly. But my h-h-heart hurts the-the most," I whimpered. "I'm so sorry that he did that to you, baby. Let's get you to the nurse," Dallon cooed sweetly. I nodded and let him help me up. "Baby, your lip is bleeding," he spoke softly and ran his thumb over my bottom lip. I nodded and hugged him. "I'm s-sor-ry."