Adopted By Brallon 2

Chapter 6

"Sit down and relax I'll get you something small to start out with so you don't get sick and some water." Dallon says and I nod, letting Brendon lead me over to the couch. He sat next to me, putting an arm around my shoulders. As if I hadn't had separation issues before, now it's gonna be even worse. "Wait where's Pete?" I ask and Patrick frowns. "He won't leave your room. At all. He feels really guilty, won't let anyone comfort him. He said something about having a feeling he should've made you guys stay home and it's his fault he didn't listen to it or something, I don't know." Patrick says and I frown. "Him and I both had a bad feeling something was gonna happen so with that logic it'd be my fault too for not listening to my instinct." I say. "It's only that dickheads fault. No one elses." Brendon says and I nod.

"Did they tell you guys what happened?" I ask and Brendon shakes his head. Dallon hands me a bowl of fruit and a water bottle and I thank him. "They said they're gonna speak with you tomorrow about it. You didn't tell them anything when they got you. They only went off of the injuries you sustained." Brendon explains and I nod. "That guy, he had issues. He hated me for no reason. I couldn't exist too loudly or else he spazzed out." I say and Brendon rubs my shoulder softly. "Like I don't care that he targeted me but like he hurt Melody for no reason." I say with a frown. "Also Tom. What was that guys deal?" I ask. "Who?" Dallon asks and my face drops. "Please.. please tell me he didn't get away? Please.." I say and they both looks confused. "Angel calm down who's Tom." Brendon says and I try to control my breathing.

"Black hair blue eyes lightly tanned skin. He, he stabbed me with a needle, here." I say lifting my sleeve up to reveal the bruising from the needle. He did it wrong. "It was a sedative he said. He's the reason I woke up with these burns. He knocked me out so that guy could burn me." I ramble on, scared. "They got him right?" I ask and everyone was staring at me with sad eyes. "Well this burn he did while on the phone with you guys." I say and point to the arm. "They might've got him. If he was in the house he's in custody." Dallon explains and I visibly calm down. Good. "So was this like a ransom or?" I ask. "At first yes. Then it became a, he's a homophobic dick so he refused to give you back, kinda thing. Luckily the police tracked his phone through the call which is why we hung up so suddenly." Brendon explains, and I slightly nod.

"He sucked at first impressions like he threw a knife at me to get me to stop running as if I'm even a fast runner to begin with. The audacity I swear." I mumble. "Melody told the police that." Dallon recalls and I nod. Good. "What else did she tell them?" I ask, curious. "That he hit you constantly. That you guys were chained to a wall and you specifically were restrained to a chair twice. That he burned you. And that you never ate because you gave it to her and that's why you're so malnourished. She didn't remember what happened at first so we were relieved that you didn't lose your memory." Dallon says and I nod. "He tried saying there's no such thing as rape.. that consent doesn't exist and I was so fucking scared that he would do something." I mumble and Brendon tightens his grip around me slightly. "He'll never hurt you again, Lilah. Never." Brendon says and I nod.

"They shot him so he won't hurt anyone anymore thankfully." I say. After a bit I started to get tired so I stood up, and stumbled a bit. Dallon presses a hand on my back to steady me and I thank him. I gave everyone a long hug, and told them I loved them before slowly making my way up the stairs. I wanna start get used to walking around again so I need to do it by myself. As long as I don't fall I'm fine. I open my door and surely enough Pete was lying on my bed, passed out. I didn't have to heart to wake him so I laid diagonally across the bed, my head towards the end of the bed. I don't know how long I was asleep, I didn't dream at all. When I woke up, I heard sniffling. Huh?

I slowly sit up and wince as a pain shot through my abdomen. "Delilah oh my god.." Pete says and I look up. He was awake, sat up, tears in his eyes. "Oh hi Uncle Pete I'm home." I say and he engulfs me into a hug. I almost pushed him away because of the pain I was in, but I remembered how Patrick said he was really distressed about this situation and decided against it. I slowly wrap my arms around him and I could tell he was crying. "Are you okay?" I ask softly. Obviously he's not that's a dumb question. I suck at comforting people. "I-I should've- you guys got hurt- I'm sorry." He says, his sentences blending together. "It's not your fault. I should have listened to my gut feeling too. We could've never known really. It's that man's fault for doing it. Not yours, and not mine." I say and he pulls away from the hug, wiping at his eyes. "I'm sorry, Lil. I really am. I'm a mess." He says and I smile softly at him.