lovers | dorbyn

two

daniel somewhat calmed down.

not really. he was panicking.

he was drinking tea, curled up against the couch while everyone was asleep. he was staring blankly ahead of him, feeling his throat tighten up.

he suddenly didn't feel safe.

he felt like eyes were on him.

his eyes darted around. his hands began to shake. the harsh wind didn't help. trees and bushes shaking from the intensity of the wind.

he jumped when he heard thunder crack. the hot tea spilled over him. his breathing picked up, tears pricking his eyes. he kept the mug in his hands, now unable to breathe— unable to move.

he was so so frightened.

so he wasn't at all surprised when he dropped the mug on the hardwood floor, causing it to shatter. the steaming drink soaked the floors. tears streamed down his cheeks, as he inhaled and exhaled short breaths. his body shaking like a leaf.

"daddy?"

daniel's eyes moved to his son. that's all he could move. his eyes. he couldn't move.

he can't move.

he started to panic even more. he sat completely still on the couch, his short breaths weren't helping. he saw alex run away towards his and corbyn's room.

he wasn't safe. not with him out. morgan wasn't safe.

his family wasn't safe.

those eyes that he felt like were on him before? they're back. he felt like someone was watching him right through their window, just staring.

but there was only corbyn.

corbyn?

his husband was kneeling down in front of him. the glass from the mug brushed to the side, but his knees were in the tea from where he was kneeling.

"daniel, daniel, i need you to copy my breathing." corbyn said softly, grabbing his stiff hands and placing them on his chest, right above his heart beat that was calm.

"i-i-i." was all daniel could get out.

"don't talk, just copy." corbyn soothed. daniel just looked down at him, his face red and blotchy from crying and not breathing properly. "you're okay, daniel."

"n-no-no-"

"daniel, honey, don't talk."

daniel wasn't listening.

"can-can't- cor-"

corbyn pursed his lips and sighed gently. he kneeled in front on his and grabbed the back of his neck, kissing him oh so gently.

deep breaths help panic attacks... so this should help? hopefully? corbyn was praying, he needs his baby to breathe.

he slowly pulled away, letting the kiss linger. daniel's eyes opened, he relaxed his body, feeling his muscles twitch.

he felt his bottom lip quiver, before he let out a sob. "corbyn i'm not safe! we aren't safe! he's fucking everywhere, everywhere i look, every time i close my eyes, he's everywhere! i can't-i can't-"

daniel completely broke down against corbyn's shoulder. the older boy felt tears sting at his eyes. "you're safe, baby. we're safe."

"no we aren't!" he sobbed, coughing right after. "we'll never be safe! never!"

"daniel, you're going to put yourself in another panic attack. please—"

"i-i need air. i need, i need air." daniel gasped, still attached to corbyn.

"okay, baby. okay, we'll get you outside, but i need you to breathe for me." corbyn chided gently, rubbing his hips.

daniel let out strangled breaths, and pulled away to wipe his cheeks and the snot that rolled from his nose. "ruined your shirt.. 'm sorry."

corbyn let out a breathy chuckle and shook his head. "that's perfectly fine, bubba."

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daniel didn't want to go outside. so instead, the two were in their bathtub. daniel against corbyn, their lights dimmed and their scented candles completely relaxing daniel.

corbyn was holding him tightly, kissing his shoulder, whispering sweet words in his ear.

daniel, completely drained from the panic attack, was perfectly content in his arms. his face was clean from the tear stains and the snot, his mind was still running, but he felt like puddy in his arms.

"you're safe, baby. nothing will happen to you, to me, or to the kids. we're safe."

"i can't do anything to protect you guys." he whimpered, feeling tears start to rise again. "all i want to do is protect you. protect them, and i can't-" daniel let out a loud sob, and forced himself to sit up off of corbyn.

daniel curled up in a small ball, his legs against his chest. he covers his mouth, trying to silence his cries.

jackson fucked him up. and he was only dating him for nearly four months.

how fucked up was morgan then? because neither of them like talking about their experience with the psychopath. which, was totally understandable.

if corbyn was in an abusive relationship, he wouldn't open up about it for a hot second.

but jackson inched his way into daniel's head. corbyn didn't know how much alone time jackson had with daniel or morgan.

he didn't even want to think of what he could have done to either. he knew about the verbal abuse, he definitely knew about the physical abuse. the mental abuse was clear as day.

corbyn rubbed his lips together and leaned forward. the warm water sloshed around, while he kissed his back softly. "breathe, daniel. please." corbyn said softly.

daniel turned around and latched himself on corbyn. "i just want to protect you." he sniffed, hiding his face in his neck.

"i know, baby. i know."

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this shits depressing lol