Brallon~ Raised By Wolves

Worried

Beep, beep, beep.

I let out a groan, I was about to sit up when I realize Brendon is on top of me.

I can't help but smile, Brendon grunts and opens his eyes, he looks at my with a tired look and scoots up a bit, he nuzzles his nose into my neck. His black eye is very noticeable.

Sadly we have to get up for school.

"Get off Bren, we gotta go to school," Brendon groans and rolls off me.

I get off the bed and stretch. I turn off my alarm and walk over to my drawer.

I grab some clothes for me.

Damn, I really need to wash Brendon's stuff, as always he can borrow a shirt, y'know I'll just give him a sweater, he can wear his own jeans and after school I shall wash them.

1) what the fuck I'm rambling again.

2) I literally said I shall.

God Dallon, never again.

I find a sweater and toss it behind me hopping Brendon catches it.

~Time skip after getting ready because I'm lazy and stuff...~

We walk downstairs, why are my parents still here.

"Good morning Dallon," I awkwardly walk into the kitchen.

"Uh, morning..." I grumble.

Brendon suddenly clings to my arm.

"Want any breakfast?" I shake my head no.

"Want a ride to school?" My dad asks.

"Uh, Bren and I will walk," Brendon's eyes light up and he grins.

What a dog.

"Okay, how about after school?"

Please stop talking to me.

"No dad. Thanks for the offer but Brendon and I will walk, we're gonna go off now, bye," we walk to the door, slip on our shoes, I grab my backpack and sling it over my shoulder and we leave the house.

We walk in silence, it wasn't awkward.

As we walk of course we get closer to school. I hear foot steps behind us but ignore it.

A/N trigger warning, homophobic things, bullying and violence.

The footsteps get even closer, I don't turn around.

Suddenly I get push to the ground. I hiss in pain when my palm is met with tiny little rocks

Brendon gasps. I sit down and rub the rocks off, I look up.

It's him.

That bitch from yesterday.

I glare at him, Brendon does as well.

"Fuck off!" Brendon shouts.

"Watcha gonna do wolf boy?!" Suddenly more people appear, they pick me up, they connect their arms with mine and make sure I can't move.

"You gay pieces of shit!"

"Fucking faggot,"

"Kill yourself you worthless furry lover, you gay ass disgrace!"

My stomach drops.

Brendon knew it hurt me, he punch's him in the face, that's when the others attack me.

I yelp and fall to the ground, I feel them kick me, punch me, Brendon quickly tackles one of the guys off of me.

The others attack him now, I lay there helplessly and whimpering.