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CH 1: drugs and fucking money, i can hear the birds sing.

dallon's POV
tw// mention of drugs alcohol and past abuse, plus some abuse.
stay safe loves :)

brendon was out partying again. he was out partying almost every night, and he sometimes hosted them here.

he was supposed to be clean, and he kept on telling his therapist that, because he always said he would rather talk alone.

he was the most beautiful and amazing man when he was sober, but he was a total monster when he was intoxicated. he abused his last partner, sarah when he was drunk, or high, or anything else.

i stayed away from all that. i got offered weed in high school, and thats the only time i took it. i hated it. i had taken one tiny sip of beer once, and i again, didn't like it.

if he was caught having anything in his system, or new cuts on his arm, he would have to be put into a mental institution.

at first, when i first met him, i helped him. he was clean for three years before he met my ex, breezy, who got him back into partying and everything else.

i cried for days when i found out he relapsed. i tried to convince him, and he stayed clean for five months. he relapsed again, but this time, it was more of going to bars with friends, then partying. im scared, oh so scared for him.

i tried to make him stop, because when he's going to parties every night, he gets back into his college routine of getting high and drunk, and then waking up with a hangover and self harming.

he busted in, yelling he was back, the laughing slightly. i hung my head low, looking at my knees that were tucked to my chest. he walked over swiftly and forced my head up with his index and middle finger.

"babe. bed, now" he moaned lightly. i shook my head, but led him to our - his at the moment - bedroom. i made sure he was good, and turned off the light.

i walked out, making sure i had my phone ready to videotape him. i was getting this to his therapist one way or another. he stumbled out of the room, and i started videoing him.

i ran and put my phone in the corner, where he wouldn't see it, but would be viewed perfectly.
"what the fuck babe? you know i wanna have sex, you know i want you to fuck me! why won't you goddamnit! you always say you're "not in the mood" because you're "asexual"!" he yelled.

he came over to me and grabbed my face, slapping it, hard. i felt it before i heard it.

"ow! brendon, get the fuck away! you're drunk, i can clearly smell cocaine on you, and you're definitely high. don't even dare fucking tell me you're on damned ecstasy too!" i retorted.

definitely shouldn't have. he grabbed my thigh, and punched me in the eye. that would form a bruise. i would have to use the 'oh, i ran into a poll again while on the way out of work', that won't work many more times now.

i pushed him off, and made sure he was far away from me. i got my phone, stopped recording, and threw it on the couch.

i pushed him into the bedroom and closed the door. i ran and got my phone, ran to the bathroom, and locked the door.

i knew he would try to get in, but it was useless. the bathroom was my hiding spot if he was acting this bad. i locked it and slid against the door.

that night was close to the same as every other night, except this time, he wouldn't be able to run from the consequences this time.

a/n: hi loves ! stay safe. if youre in a toxic/abusive relationship, please call 1-888-PREVENT, or
1-800-656-HOPE
if your addicted, please call 1-800-662-4357
if youre struggling with eating disorders, please call 1-888-236-1188
if youre LGBT+ please call the trevor hotline
1-866-4-U-TREVOR
and please, if youre suicidal, call 1-800-827-7571
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