The Waiter and The Musician (Ryden)

Chapter 10

(All in Brendon's Perspective in Third Person)

Earlier that evening

Brendon just picked Skylar up from his mom's and headed home. His daughter went on talking about how much fun she had. Brendon always enjoyed listening to his little girl, but struggled to pay attention this time. His mind only went to Ryan.

"Hey! My tutu!" Brendon glanced in the rearview mirror to see Skylar pulling her tutu out of the box beside her. "Ryan gave it back?" 

"I went to his house today to get all the things we forgot. That's why I was late picking you up." Skylar dropped the tutu back in the box and looked over at her dad. 

"You went to Ryan's house?" Brendon nodded. "Does that mean we're gonna see him again?" She asked with big hopeful eyes. Brendon's hand tightened on the steering wheel. 

"No baby. I told you we're not gonna see him anymore." The toddler pouted and crossed her arms.

"No fair. You saw him. I miss him." Brendon hated how attached she got to Ryan in such a short amount of time. Brendon sighed in defeat.

"I miss him too."

"Then why can't we see him?" Brendon didn't reply. he didn't really know how to respond. He was the one who left. When he went over, Ryan didn't say anything about wanting him to stay. He'd been trying the last couple of weeks, but now? Maybe he moved on. 

Brendon pulled into his drive way and turned off the car. What if Ryan still wanted them? Brendon's heart fluttered at the thought. He wanted Ryan back. He needed Ryan back and he was going to get his man back if it killed him. 

"Uh oh." Brendon looked back at Skylar who was staring out the window. He turned to see Dallon leaning against his car, waiting for them. 

"Shit." Brendon got out of the car and grabbed Skylar. When he made his way to the front door, Dallon walked toward them. Brendon set Skylar inside. "Go to your room okay. Don't come out until I tell you to." She nodded and ran off.

When Brendon turned around, Dallon was standing right behind them. "Oh come on Brenny. Do I not get to say 'hello' to my daughter?"

"You never cared before. Why would you care now?" Brendon glared at him. 

Trigger Warning - Verbal and physical abuse, Unwanted sexual contact

Dallon sigh, "Is that really the way you should be treating me after keeping me waiting so long?" His voice was calm and steady. Brendon took a step back and looked down at his feet. His heart thumped against his ribcage as he shook his head. "Now there's a good boy." 

Dallon reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind Brendon's ear. Brendon flinched at the contact and instantly regretted it. Dallon's fingers curled into the back of Brendon's hair, gripping it and pulling it back. Brendon grunted in discomfort.

"Why are you flinching? I'm not even hurting you." Brendon tried to swallow his fear, but tears formed in his eyes. Dallon scoffed and shoved Brendon to the side. "You're such a fucking bitch." Brendon caught his balance as he stumbled away from Dallon. He moved around the couch to keep his distance. 

"I didn't come here to fight. I just want to have some fun." Dallon took a step closer. "You know, like we used to." Brendon shook his head, not keeping his eyes off Dallon as he came closer. "Of course you remember. How could you forget? The way I'd make you moan my name. Fucked you like no other man could. Marked you to let everyone know you're mine." 

Dallon now stood in front of Brendon. "If you really forgot, I could help you remember. Refresh your memory." Brendon took a step back. "Why don't you go put the brat to sleep so we can play."