Brallon~ Raised By Wolves

Of Course They Left

Today is Thursday.

I think?....

Fuck, Dallon pay more attention to the days!

I think on Friday I get my phone back. Has it been two weeks or one? My memory is so shit. Okay good news, Brendon gets to join class on Friday and I might get my phone back.

I swear to god, it hasn't been a week- or has it? I'm not sure.

Okay I'm going to stop talking to myself about that.

I wonder if it has been- "Dallon!" You just said you weren't going to talk about it.

You fucking "Dallon!" Idiot.

Like who the fuck- "DALLON!" I flinch.

"H-huh What?" The teacher glares at me.

"You were not paying attention again! I'm sorry but you're having detention!" My eyes widen.

"No! Please! How about I have it at break?! Please! I can't let Brendon-"

"Fine, but I'm serious this time Dallon, next time will be lunch and if I still keep catching you it's after school," I nod, the bell rings for next class.

I head to my class.

~After School, sorry for the big time skip...~

I open the door.

Silence.

Bren and I take off our shoes, I walk around the house, no ones home.

I shrug it off.

"You hungry Bren?" He nods, we walk into the kitchen, lately mom and dad have been very nice to me and treating me like I'm a real person.

"What'd you like to eat my prince?" I say while opening the fridge.

"Food."

"Well that's fucking helpful, what a joy Bren! Here eat this," I close the fridge and grab an apple. Brendon takes it and eats it.

Once he's done we walk upstairs to my room. I open the door and see a note on my bed as well as my phone.

It reads,

Dear Dallon,
I'm sorry we're leaving early, we have to go back on a business trip, we're sorry, we love you and won't be back for a month or two, we love you.

-Mom & Dad

Tears rush to my eyes.

Waring: feeling used/useless, bad son and talking about bad parenting.

Of course they left.

The days we start fucking getting alone they leave me. God they never care! I could be stabbing myself and they wouldn't care.

They always leave when I need them the most.

They always just... leave! I know I'm fucking repeating it but I miss them!

I hate them, I love them, I miss them! I never got a mom and dad who cared what I think.

To fucking late now.

Fucking pieces of shit claim they're making money for the house and to pay bills. I'm the only fucking one who lives here.

Maybe they leave because they hate me. After all, I am just a fucking prick. No one cares about me.

Of course, just as I think that Brendon hugs me.

I cover my face and quietly cry. I'm such a fuck up. I bet they aren't going to come home in a month or two, probably in a year.

That's what always happens.

When did they ever love me? Do they think I'm a freak or some shit? Am I not an exception at home? Am I just... useless?

You were always useless Dal, when were you ever needed for anything.

All you fucking do is complain about everything, give up on everything and don't give a single fuck about anything.

Brendon sits down and actually makes me sit in his lap, of fucking course they're gone.

Why would they stay two weeks?

Brendon manages to get us to lay down, I face him and cry into his shoulder while gripping his shirt tightly.

Brendon quietly whimpers, he hasn't whimpered in a while... I miss his whimper.

I miss everything about the old him. I'm happy he knows English and it's adorable when he fucks up but I miss him, I miss when I first met him...

Brendon grabs my chin and makes me look up at him.

I'm such a crybaby.

He attaches our lips and kisses me slowly. Brendon pulls away and kisses my forehead.

"I love you..." he whispers quietly.

"I-I love y-you so-so much B-Bren, don't ever change, you're so beautiful, don't leave me like my parents did..." I'm a fucking disgrace for a son aren't I?

"D-Don' worry... I'm n-naught, not leaving Dal..." he kisses the top of my head.

"C-Can I hold you like a teddy bear?" I blurt out. Brendon nods, I get him to roll over so he's facing the wall, I pull him as close as he can get to my and dig my face right between his two shoulders.

"W-What... paper say?" I let out a shaky breath, I take deep breaths in and out.

"M-My parents, they l-left again... won't b-be back for a one or two months... b-but I bet it'll be a y-year..." I try not to stutter but fail big time.

Sometimes I wish I could die.

You're overreacting Dallon.

Shut the fuck up mind.

As I cry more I slowly drift off to sleep. This is going to take me a while fucking week to recover...

A/N hey homos. Jk some of ya'll might be straight. Sorry it took forever to update, writers block.... going to beg friends for ideas now :')