Coral Red ❤︎ [Brallon]

24.

(TW: very small mentions of blood)

Brendon's POV
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I didn't know what to do.

I could hardly breathe, and as I heard Ryan taunting me, my chest just kept getting tighter and tighter, and I couldn't shake the feeling.

I grip onto Dallon more, and I squeeze my eyes shut as I try to refocus myself. I so badly wanted to stand up to Ryan, but I couldn't work myself up into doing it. I tried to listen to Josh, but I was scared that I would get yelled at again if I didn't stand up for myself.

I try to take a deep breath, but it's really shaky, and it hardly serves its purpose of giving me more air.

"C'mon Brendon, we're waiting for an answer. Or are you really too much of a little bitch to even answer me?" I hear Ryan almost growl out, and I flinch slightly in Dallon's arms.

"Ryan, why won't you just leave him alone?! He has done nothing to you!" Tyler yells, and I see out of the corner of my eye that Josh has to pull him back so he doesn't get up in Ryan's face.

I still didn't know what to do. I still desperately wanted to stand up for myself, but I could hardly breathe, let alone form actual words that could help me stand up for myself. But then I could listen to Josh, who told me I didn't have to.

All of the options swirled around in my mind, and I could hardly hear any of them talking anymore, and I didn't know if they were trying to catch my attention or not anymore. By now I was silently crying, and my vision was a bit fuzzy.

I gasp as I feel a hand on my shoulder, and just by the way it feels, I can tell that it's Josh.

He tried to shake me a bit, and I just shook my head, not being able to focus on anything besides my heart that felt like it was beating in my throat.

Now I can hear their voices, but I can't make out what they're saying. I was terrified, I had never had to deal with something like this before, so I didn't know how to ask Dallon, or any of them for help.

I grip Dallon's shirt tightly again, and I tug on it, trying to somehow show him that I needed him to help me, or I just needed something.

I feel weak and almost pathetic since I can't even stand up for myself. Dallon always had to do it.

What if Ryan was right? What if I was just a bother to Dallon since I depended on him so much?

I didn't want to feel weak or pathetic, but I did. I wasn't even able to form simple words because of something someone else had said to me, was I overreacting?

I wasn't purposely trying to do this, I was just really scared. Scared of the yelling, scared of Ryan, scared of the fact that he could be right about everything he had said about me being a bother to Dallon.

Josh shakes me more, and I can tell they're trying to get my attention, but I can't push myself into pulling my face away from Dallon's neck, or from Dallon's hold to even focus on them.

I just tug on Dallon's shirt again, hoping, and praying that he would understand what I needed.

I hated this.

Dallon's POV
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I felt Brendon tug on my shirt, as I tried to think of the best thing to do.

I could get up and go in our room, and hide till Ryan calmed down, but that wouldn't solve anything. We could continue this stupid argument we were having right now, but what good would that do?

Ryan continued to taunt Brendon, as Josh tried to comfort him or get his attention, I couldn't tell. I felt helpless. I had yelled at Ryan enough for my voice to hurt, and my words still didn't get in his head. I had told him the same thing so many times, and he still didn't get it. Him tormenting my boyfriend wasn't going to help him, it was just going to make everything like hell.

I normally liked the feeling of Brendon needing me. Not all the time, like how a small kid needs you 24/7, but I liked how he relied on me, I was important and needed. Now I didn't know what to do, and he needed me right now.

"Baby, I love you so much." I whispered gently, trying to comfort my boyfriend as well as I could. I could feel him shaking in my arms, and I didn't like it, I wanted him to feel safe not scared.

He whimpered, balling up my shirt in his fists. A small sob escaped his lips, and of course Ryan used this against him.

"Oh, you're crying now?" He mocked. "It's all you ever do anyways." Tyler and Josh glared at him, and I was sure that if Josh let go of his boyfriend, Ryan would be severely injured.

"Shut the heck up, Ryan." Josh said through gritted teeth. I could tell that he was mad too, his face beginning to turn a light shade of red. "Just shut up."

"You fucking shut up!" Ryan fired back. "You're being a fucking idiot right now!"

Tyler tried to lunge at Ryan, but Josh's hold was too tight, so the skin on his arm was twisted. Tyler let out a hissing noise, biting his bottom lip. "I'm sorry." Josh mouthed to his boyfriend.

"You four are fucking disgusting." Ryan said. "Always having to be a fucking rom/com couple and shit. You're all fucking bitches, Brendon, Tyler, Josh, and especially you, Dallon, you're the biggest bitch of fucking everyone here."

I didn't expect what happened next, neither did Tyler or Josh, but it happened, and I've never been prouder in my life.

"Sh-shut up, R-Ryan." Brendon said, lifting his head off my shoulder. "Sh-shut the f-fuck up."

Tyler and Josh stared at him, but smiled a little. I rubbed Brendon's sides, kissing his ear. Ryan narrowed his eyes. "No bitch tells me to shut up."

"I-I'm not a b-bitch." Brendon said softy. "N-neither are T-Tyler, J-Josh, a-and D-Dally."

"Aw, you're finally sticking up for Dally." Ryan mocked. Then he did something that would make all the anger I've ever felt come out. He slapped Brendon's leg, a loud smack ringing in my ears, followed by a small cry from my boyfriend.

I released my arms from around Brendon, pushing him away from me which made him whimper, and I lunged myself at Ryan.

Somehow we made contact, and we both went on the floor. I hit his chest, as he tried to push me off of himself.

"DALLON!" Josh and Tyler shouted, running towards me, as Ryan slapped me across the face. "RYAN!" I felt blood dripping down my septum, and I tasted more on my mouth. I think Ryan's lip was bleeding too, but I didn't care enough to think about it.

"D-Dally!" I heard Brendon whimper, peering over the couch. Josh ripped me off of Ryan, both of us still thrashing like wild animals.

Tyler had his arms around Ryan, holding him back. "Calm down." He was saying. "Calm the heck down, man."

Josh held me back, doing the same thing as Tyler, trying to calm me down for his own personal safety. I looked over at Brendon, seeing his eyes full of fear. Was he scared of the situation, or had I scared him? Was I the reason he had more tears running down his cheeks, or was that from Ryan? I stopped thrashing, breathing heavily, everything that I had just done coming back to me.

What the hell did I just do?