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CH 7: and she breaks my heart, and break her word, but i still act surprised.

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tw// slurs/semi sensitive words (depends on your opinion) and mentions of drug/alcohol abuse and self harm
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DALLON'S POV

i was driving home, almost screaming the lyrics to in bloom by neck deep. i laughed after the song was done. i probably looked crazy from outside my car, but i was in my own world right now.

my clients had been really chill today, and nothing that bad to hear about. plus, today was the day i was planning to do the first trust exercise with brendon.

he was a month sober, so i feel like its okay to do it.
i got stuck at a red light and texted him.

dallom:
hey babe, stuck at a red light, so probably ten minutes away. get all your excess razors and leftover drugs and alcohol out. we're doing a trust exercise- sort of.
brendom:
okay????
love you¡¡¡¡
dallom:
love you too¡¡¡¡

i smiled at the text, seeing that he read it, but turned off my phone as the light turned green. i drove off and back to our house, almost beaming at seeing my boyfriend.

i unlocked the door and announced i was home, brenny mumbling an 'over here' to signify he heard me. i smiled, closed and locked the door, and went over to him in the kitchen.

i looked over at the counter and saw all the extra razors, all the bags of weed, cocaine, ecstasy, and xanex. i saw him under the counter (the counter had a shelf under it) pulling out full, half empty and empty bottles, so i smiled and got down there to help him.

"you didn't have to dally." he gushed after another five minutes of pulling bottles out. i smiled and hugged him.

"i just had to, its gonna be kinda hard for you tonight." i retorted. his face scrunched up in confusion, he had no idea what we were going to do.

i put my hand on his back and lead him to sit down on a bar stool. i went behind the counter.

"now, you're probably going to hate me, but it has to be done. now, i want you to bring all your excess razors on the table and give them to me please." i smiled brightly. he scooped them up carefully, making sure not to cut anything, and gave them to me.

i smiled my thanks and told him to follow me to the garbage can in the backyard.

he opened the door and had a terrified look, as he still didn't know what we were doing.

"now, you trust me, right brenny?" i asked.
"of course i do babe!" he replied, almost like he was offended. i smiled.

"good. so watch me, right now if you trust me." i said. a moment went by.

"wh- uh, what are we doing dall?" brendon whispered out, almost embarrassed like he didn't catch on already. he was a tad bit slow to things.

"you see, it trust you with all my heart, as you do to me i should hope. so, i really don't want to lose you again, so we're doing this little exercise. if you trust me, you'll let me throw away all of the razors, drugs and alcohol. if you don't, we can try this at a different time or in steps." i continued,

"do you trust me, lovely?". brendon gulped almost audibly and shivered a bit. he looked down and nodded lightly.

"look up honey. you know this isn't torture, its just getting rid of the things that do torture you. i'm doing this because i love you so, so so much." i gushed. he sniffles and looked up at me, a tear sliding down his cheek.

"throw them away please." he whispered brokenly. i made him open the top of the trash can and i dumped them. all of them, in one go. now my baby was crying. it was going to get worse from here on out.

"do you wanna continue bumblebee?" i asked softly. he shook his head no and i hummed, bringing him into a tight hug.

"okay honey, we can continue later." i cooed. he sniffled and hugged me tighter. we went back inside and closed the back door. i let him walk to the couch and and i put all his intoxicants in a drawer.

that was enough for tonight, so i wasn't going to push further.

an hour later he came out the room, almost fuming. i frowned, knowing a reaction to the withdrawals was in action.

"babe, what's wrong?" i asked, even if we both knew.
"you know what damn well is wrong dallon." he sneered. i sighed under my breath, getting up to comfort him.

"get the fuck away from me you slut!" he yelled at me, pushing me away from him. i frowned, he's never called me a slut in his involuntary rage.

"bren? please calm, please?" i asked. he huffed.

"don't you dare even think of telling me what to do you fucking bitch!"

i whimpered. why was this one worse than any other withdrawal he's had?

"i'm gonna sit outside, don't even think of getting me for anything." he yelled at me. he stormed outside into our backyard and slammed it shut.

i guess i should start making dinner, even if he told me not to bother him.

i made some homemade pizza for dinner. a pain in the ass to make, but it was worth it as i was now hungry. i knew brendon would be calmer now, so i gave it shot.

"b-babe?" i asked softly. he barely heard me. it was then that i noticed he was crying very loudly. i sat down next to him.

"bren? honey, can i ask what's wrong?" i asked, louder than the first time. he looked over at me, crawled into my lap, rested his head on my chest, and cried even harder.

"babe, honey, bden? can you tell me what's wrong bubs?" i prodded. he shook his head yes and tried to tell me, but hiccups and whimpers were all to be heard, along with the crying.

"how about we go inside, yeah? come on, up we go baby." i said. i picked him up and brought him inside. i sat him at the kitchen table and put a plate of pizza and some water in front of him. i put my plate and drink next to him and sat down.

BRENDON'S POV

"babe, honey-bee, calm down." dallon cooed. i hiccuped more.

"honey, follow my breathing pattern. in for four, out for seven. in four, out seven, okay bumble?" he kept on saying. eventually i followed his pattern and calmed down significantly, but that wasn't for a few minutes.

"can you tell me what's wrong now?" dallon asks me after a comfortable moment of silence.

"i, uh, i called you a slut and a bitch, and you're neither of those. i just hate myself that i'm like this. i'm sorry dall." i responded shakily.

"sh, shh baby. i love you, its ok, you have nothing to feel sorry for. you can't really help it, so i'm helping you, okay?" dallon consoled me.

i nodded shakily, today was enough. i was done.

a/n: hiiiiii guys :)))
sorry i haven't updated in a while !!
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