Brallon~ Raised By Wolves

Whoops!

~With The Lovely Beebo~

Brendon arrives back at home, he opens the door and scoffs.

"Home... this isn't my home. Dallon is home..." Brendon mumbles.

"Brendon! Welcome back- what happened to your neck?!" Brendon smiles.

"Jus' Dallon," Brendon limps over to the couch.

"Why're you limping?!"

"Dally fucked me," Grace gasps.

"Brendon! That's not okay! You're 17!"

A/N or is he? Hehehehe

"But Dally loves me and we were drunk, Dally wouldn't fuck me if he wasn't drunk, b-but Brenny didn't force him! Well- I don't member..."

Grace was shocked.

"Brendon, I don't know if I want you being around Dallon, you two are pretty young to be having... Yeah..." Brendon glares at her.

"Don't say that! Dallon is amazing! He was drunk!" He argues.

"But-"

"You're different when drunk! I-it's not like he always wants to lick me!"

Or so he thought...

"I know Brendon. Just... is he responsible?" Brendon was very pissed at the moment.

"Yes! His parents left him, he lives alone, he feeds himself! He feeds me! He makes sure Brenny showers! He make sure Brenny go to sleep! He makes me go to school! And school is... is stupid!" Grace sighs.

"Give me your phone."

Brendon shakes his head no. "Brendon give it to me!" Brendon slaps his mom.

Gasp...

"You're grounded!"

"What? How? Im not... I'm not in the ground... how am I grounded? I don't understand, if Dallon was here he would tell me what that means." Brendon mumbles.

"Go to your room! Give me your phone!" Brendon just rolls his eyes and hands her the phone. He heads upstairs.

~Daldo's POV~

Diiiiing....

Brenny texted! Yes my child- sorry, that does not sound right, let me rephrase that... yes! My boyfriends!

Bren🖤: Hello Dallon, this is Brendon's mother, I'm sorry to tell you but I don't want you hanging out or talking to Brendon again. I was told you two got drunk, even had sex. You two are both underage, he also texts you all the time instead of hanging out with his family. All he does his talk about you, I understand he loves you but I'm not okay with this. I'm not sure if you're as responsible as Brendon says you are. You've also taught him swears, which are not appropriate! I'm sorry Dallon, but I don't want you talking to my son.

EXCUSE ME?!

I start typing away.

Dally🧸: First of all, I was drinking koolaid at the party! But I hate it and got drunk, and your son... idk bout him and my friend Tyler taught him swears. Also, you can't just tell me he can't talk to me, YOU took him away from me, YOU made him hate you YOU are the reason he texts me. YOU got him a phone, I make Brendon happy. What do you think you'll do to him if he can't talk to me? I've been home alone for basically all of my life, living alone. I push myself to go to school, I made Brendon go to school. Getting drunk that one time doesn't make me 100% irresponsible. Today we both showered together and I didn't DARE to look down. I never meant for him and I to have sex, I never meant any of that. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. Don't take him away from me completely.

I turn off my phone, not bothering to see her response.

First she takes him away, gets my hopes up by getting Bren a phone. Then tells me she doesn't want me around him. I live so fucking- do I live far? I should've asked.

~Now With Beebo~

Brendon hums to himself and moves his feet up and down.

He's insanely bored. Mom has his phone, which means no games and no Dallon. What a lonely boy...

Brendon frowns but thinks about other things to distract himself.

"I wonder how long I could run for... ah ha!" Brendon gets off his bed he starts running but falls, he curls up in a ball repeating the words.

"Ow, ow, ow, my butt, my butt, my butt!" He starts to drag himself on the floor, he uses his elbows to pull himself around. He manages to climb up the bed but rolls off. He lands with a big thud.

"Fuck, my back!" Brendon whines. He drags himself in the same circle until his muscles hurt. He stands up and stumbles over to the bed.

"Why'd you have to have such a big dick... well... I think I liked it? Brenny doesn't remember..."

Brendon lays on his back. He starts moving his arms and legs, Bren starts making snow angels, well, blanket angels.

"Dally is so pretty!" He says to himself. Brendon starts imagining Dallon was with him.

"I know right! Rude moms... taking me away. Pfft, bully's!" Brendon giggles.

He shuts up for ten seconds.

"I guess... I don't know if she does love me- like I said she took-"

A few seconds pass.

"Yeah but-"

"Fine... I'll go say sorry..." Brendon opens his door and runs downstairs. He finds his mom in the kitchen making supper.

"Mother, I've been sent... no, shut up Dallon- I'm sorry! I didn't say that!"

"No! Shush! I'm saying sorry!"

Brendon clears his throat.

"I'm sorry I hit you." Brendon starts walking away but then stops.

"No Dally, I said sorry- okay fine!" He runs at his mom and hugs her.

"I love you," boy did his lower back and ass hurt!

"How are you talking to Dallon hun?" Grace asks as Brendon pulls away from the hug.

"Oh! I'm pretending too! Okay, I go to my room now! Bye love you!" He kisses her cheek and limps off to his bedroom.

He sits in his room pretending to be talking to Dallon until dinner.

Brendon honestly hates having dinner with his family. He sits awkwardly at the table.

"Whoa! What happened to your neck?!" Mason asks.

"Jus' Dally. He fucked me too!" His siblings eyes widen and they laugh.

"Brendon, they don't need to know that-"

"But look! He marked me!" He pulls his shirt down a bit revealing more hickeys.

"Brendon. Go eat in your room."

Brendon giggles and starts laughing. He gets up with his food and leaves.

Whoops!

A/N I was suppose to update earlier but whoops!