Protege Moi (Finished)
Title: Protege Moi, Protege Moi (Two)
Author: fuckedupfangirl
Rating: NC-17!
Pairing:Brendon/OMC, Jon/Spencer (For now.)
POV: Third
Summary:Brendon never really tried to hide what was going on, it just naturally didn't come up. Of course abuse is easy to not notice when no one is looking. But when someone finally does start to look, and Brendon decides enough is enough, a new problem arises. Protecting him from not only his abuser, but from himself to. Can Ryan help Brendon stay mentally sane and physically safe, or will they both die trying?
Disclaimer:Very, very, very not true.
Author Notes:Highly graphic and twisted! Please don't crucify me for this! ConCrit welcome and appreciated! Title Credit to Placebo: Protege Moi. (I highly recommend it, fantastic song!) Thank you to everyone who read and replied. As promised, more for you. I hope you enjoy it!
One. (I'm The Kind of Human Wreckage That You Love.)
Chapter Two
The next Monday dawned more horrible than any before it. Brendon found his whole body covered in cuts of varying severity. There were welts all over and the left side of his face looked terrible. There were cuts on that side of his face and his eye was black and swollen. School this week was sure to be Hell.
But the part Brendon was dreading most was lunch. Now that he had obvious bruises and friends that would notice and ask questions, he felt incredibly guilty for lying to them and he hadn’t even done it yet.
By lunchtime, Brendon was very tired. He had the suspicion that he might have a concussion. He was sitting at the usual table with his head down in his arms resting peacefully, when he heard Ryan sit down across from him. Brendon let out a quiet sigh of relief, thankful that Ryan hadn’t come up behind him and touched his back or made him jump in any way. He knew he wouldn’t have been able to hold in a scream of pain if that had happened.
“Hey, Brendon! How was your weekend?” Ryan started talking brightly. Brendon rolled his head to the left so that side of his face was still hidden, and looked at Ryan through his right eye. Ryan stopped setting all his food out and looked down at Brendon, tilting his head slightly.
“You okay?” He asked with a soft smile. Brendon lifted his head off of his arms. Spencer and Jon walked up behind Ryan. Ryan inhaled sharply. Behind him Spencer gasped and covered his mouth and Jon’s eyes got wide.
“Oh, shit.” Ryan let out with his breath. He looked and sounded close to tears. Spencer and Jon took seats, their eyes never leaving Brendon.
“Brendon? What the Hell happened to you?” Jon asked his eyes still wide. Brendon looked down at his lap. He was exhausted, he was in pain and he was about to tell a very big lie to the three people that cared most about him in the whole world. And the people he cared most about. Brendon felt on the verge of tears. He looked back up at his friends and swallowed thickly.
“I-I got into a fight. With a guy- that lives in my neighborhood.” He explained weakly. He fought not to cringe as the poisonous words spilled over his lips. He was also trying, unsuccessfully to ignore the slightly dizzy feeling in his head and the guilt induced rolling of his stomach.
“I don’t feel good. I’ve gotta go!” He said quickly and got up.
“Brendon!” Ryan called after him. Brendon stopped and looked back at Ryan for a moment, then turned and fled from the courtyard. Ryan took a deep shuddering breath.
“He’s lying.” He said. Next to him, Spencer nodded silently.
“What do you think really happened?” Jon asked.
“I… I think it might have something to do with his boyfriend… But I don’t want to jump to any conclusions.” Ryan said sadly and bit his lip.
“He really looked like he was in pain didn’t he?” Spencer whispered. “Like he was about to cry at any moment.” Jon hugged Spencer tightly. He pulled Ryan into the hug too. The three of them sat hugging for a few minutes, completely ignoring all the funny looks people were giving them.
Brendon ran, putting as much distance between the lunch yard and him as he could manage. Brendon finally stopped, panting and in pain, in the middle of the maze of portables in the back of the school. He looked around. These portables looked like they hadn’t been used in years. The windows were broken on some and they all looked in horrible disrepair. Brendon walked cautiously up to the best looking one. He pushed open the unlocked door and carefully stepped inside. Half the room was flooded in light, while the other was dark with shadows. It was perfect to Brendon. He lay down on his stomach in the shadowed area, using his bag as a pillow.
Brendon lay there and imagined himself running and hiding here when things got too hard to handle. Of course he’d have to be careful. He didn’t want anyone to know about this.
Brendon drifted off to sleep, imagining himself feeling safe and secure in his special place.
Brendon didn’t eat lunch in the lunch area for the rest of the week. Ryan, Jon and Spencer were all very worried about him. Every time one of them would pass Brendon in the halls, he would do his best to avoid them, which obviously was pretty good because they hadn't been able to catch him all week.
Brendon spent his lunch hours in his special place, when he could manage to make it there without being seen. It almost felt like a game for him. If no one saw him, he could sneak there for an hour and be safe. But if someone saw him while he was on his way there, then it was game over until tomorrow when he could try again.
Brendon went home that Friday with more of a sense of dread then usual. A lot of the cuts on his back and legs were healed but not all of them. And even though some of the cuts were gone, there were still bruises all over. He’d hardly healed at all in fact and Brendon was dreading this weekend more then he could remember dreading any weekend ever before it.
He opened the front door quietly and was surprised to see ‘Michael’s spot’ by the window empty. Brendon looked around nervously. As much as he hated being greeted by Michael every Friday he decided then, at that moment, that it was better then not knowing where he was. He knew he was here somewhere; his car was in the driveway. Which also said that his parents where not home.
Brendon walked slowly and quietly through the house. He found Michael stretched out on the sofa in the family room, sound asleep. Brendon sighed and bit his lip. He sat on the back of the sofa (had his mother been home and sober, she would have had a fit) and watched Michael sleep. In his sleep he looked like an angel. Brendon shuddered a little as he thought about the terrible demon that sleeping angel could turn into.
Brendon left Michael to sleep and went into the kitchen. He knew he should start making dinner for Michael, but the thought of, ‘What if he doesn’t want what I make?’ kept Brendon from doing it. Instead he carefully sat down at the kitchen table. He laid his head down on his arms and let his eyes drift shut.
Brendon had been sitting like that for a few minutes when the doorbell rang. Brendon jumped and then grimaced as the back of his legs throbbed painfully. He quickly made his way to the door, hoping that it hadn’t woken Michael up. Brendon pulled the door opened and gasped not even trying to hide the surprise on his face.
Ryan stood, looking just a little uncomfortable, but mostly just worried.
“I’m sorry to surprise you like this, but I wanted to make sure you were okay. We haven’t talked a lot this week, so I-I followed you home. I’m sorry.” Ryan blushed a light shade of pink. Brendon swallowed hard. Ryan looked so fucking adorable right now! Brendon glanced back into the hallway and then stepped outside, closing the door behind him.
“Yeah, I’m sorry about this week. But I’m fine, really.”
“Why have you been avoiding us? We’re all pretty worried about you, you know?” Brendon sighed.
“I’m sorry.” He said again. “I just needed to think some things over. I needed some time to myself.” Brendon lied. The truth was he couldn’t stand constantly being reminded of Michael while he was with Ryan. And every time he moved, he was reminded. Brendon knew he didn’t deserve Ryan. Ryan was beautiful and amazing and perfect. And Brendon didn’t deserve that at all; Brendon deserved Michael. But Brendon couldn’t help but want Ryan, even if he could never have him.
Ryan opened his mouth to reply but stopped and closed it again as the door behind Brendon opened. Brendon spun around.
“Baby! You’re awake!” Brendon said with a huge, fake, smile.
“Yeah, I am. Who are you talking to, baby?” Brendon swallowed. oh shit, ‘baby.’ Brendon thought. Before he could say anything, Ryan spoke up.
“I’m Ryan. I’m a friend of Brendons from school.” Ryan said offering Michael his hand. Which Michael shook briefly.
“Oh. Ryan. Really?” Michael said. Brendon closed his eyes. He wished Ryan hadn’t said that. Brendon looked over his shoulder at Ryan.
“I’ll see you in school.” He said trying to keep his voice as neutral as possible, quite obviously failing. Ryan looked at him with concern. Brendon walked passed Michael into the house.
“It was nice to meet you.” Michael told Ryan and closed the door. It was a sound that seemed to echo in Brendon’s head.
“You hungry, hon.?” Brendon asked.
“A friend from school?” Michael asked right next to Brendon’s ear. Brendon started to shake.
“We talk. Occasionally. Not even a lot.” Brendon lied again.
“What do you talk about, baby?” Brendon bit his lip.
“Music, books, movies, random shit. We just… talk.”
“You’re cheating on me!” Michael suddenly accused loudly.
“No! I swear! I’m not!” Brendon said a few tears escaping his eyes.
“Yes, you are! You’re cheating on me, you slut!” Michael punched Brendon in the stomach. He cried out and doubled over clutching his stomach.
“Michael, Michael please! Stop this please!” Brendon sobbed.
“It’s okay, baby. You can tell me. We’ll work it out because I love you. But first you have to be honest with me. Now, how many guys have you fucked behind my back? Hmm?” Michael said in a terrifyingly calm voice.
“Michael, please. I swear I’m not cheating on you! I’m not. I’m not!” Brendon said.
Michael grabbed Brendon by the hair and dragged him up the stairs. In the biggest show of defiance he’d had in a long time, Brendon fought back. He began to kick and claw and flail, trying his hardest to get out of Michael’s grip. But Michael was a lot bigger and stronger then Brendon and he was soon reminded why he no longer fought back. With a few well-placed kicks and punches, Michael left Brendon panting and dizzy.
Michael took Brendon into his room and threw him onto his bed.
“If you behave,” Michael told him. “I won’t tie you down.” Brendon sat numbly on his bed as Michael undressed. There really was nothing else he could do. Michael was blocking his way to the door so any attempt to get out that way was out. There was a window, but they were on the second floor. And that didn’t seem like the smartest thing to do. So he just stayed, sitting there numbly… Yes, Michael was what he deserved.
A ripping sound filled the air and Brendon looked up from the floor. Michael slipped the condom on and dropped the wrapper on the floor. He smiled unpleasantly at Brendon.
“Want to be careful. Who knows what you could have gotten from someone you cheated on me with.”
“I’m not fucking cheating on you!” Brendon screamed. He inhaled sharply and his eyes got wide. You don’t just scream at Michael and expect to get away with it. He’d really done it now. Michael looked down at the bottle of lube in his hand, and back up at Brendon smiling unpleasantly again. Michael dropped the bottle and walked towards Brendon. Brendon drew back slightly.
Michael ran his fingers through Brendon’s hair, tightening his grip painfully once at the back of his head. Michael pushed Brendon’s head towards his erect cock. Brendon pushed back against Michael’s hand and whimpered.
“No.” Brendon looked up at Michael with pleading eyes.
“Either suck it or you can go without lube as well as without preparation.” Michael grinned horribly at Brendon. Tears slipped silently down Brendon’s cheek and he closed his eyes, allowing Michael to guide his mouth onto his erection. Michael bobbed Brendon’s head on his dick until he was about to come. He pulled Brendons mouth away from him and took a few deep breaths. He pulled Brendons clothes off of him seemingly effortlessly, although Brendon was struggling as much as he dared.
Brendon, now naked, was forced on to his knees on his bed. Michael grabbed Brendon’s right wrist and twisted his arm behind his back. Brendon whimpered. Michael placed himself at Brendon’s unprepared entrance and pushed, mercilessly, forward. Brendon screamed. He buried his face in his pillow as best he could and cried until Michael was finished. Brendon continued to cry quietly as he listened to Michael move around his room. He heard the condom drop into the trash. Michael picked up his pants and pulled them on and then stepped towards his bed. Michael sat down next to Brendon, leaning in close he whispered to Brendon.
“I love you, Brendon.” Brendon turned his head so his face was buried more.
“I-“ HATE! HATE! SAY HATE! Brendon thought. “-Love you, Michael.” He replied flatly.
“Clean up, calm down and then come downstairs and I’ll tell you what I want for dinner. I’ll be watching TV.” Translation: Don’t interrupt unless it’s a commercial. Michael said leaving the room. Brendon glared at the door before dragging himself to the shower.
Leaning against the wall in the shower, Brendon watched the pink water draining. I can’t stay. I can’t stay. I have to get out of here! He kept thinking. By the time he got out of the shower, Brendon had a plan.
He went into his room, shut the door and dressed quickly. He pulled his socks on and picked up his backpack. He neatly fit several outfits into the bag putting his shoes in on top, and set the bag aside. Brendon grabbed a duffel bag from the closet and picked up the top sheet from his bed, off of the floor. He pushed the sheet into the bag, along with a thin but comfortably heavy blanket and the afghan his grandmother made him. Brendon picked up his backpack and walked through the Jack and Jill bathroom, grabbing everything he thought he would need before making his way through the other door into the guest bedroom.
Brendon walked to the window that over looked the front yard and street and opened it. The only room downstairs with a TV was in the back of the house. Brendon stuck his upper half out of the window and looked up and down the street. He couldn’t see anyone watching. As gently as he could, Brendon dropped the bag into the bushes lining the front walkway. Brendon breathed deeply and pulled himself back in the window and shut it. He went back into his room and grabbed the duffel bag. He quietly opened his door and made his way down the carpeted stairs. At the bottom of the stairs the floor became tile. Brendon carefully stepped off the stairs, making no noise at all thanks to only having socks on. He could hear Michael flipping channels in the family room. Brendon held his breath as he tiptoed into the walk-in pantry in the kitchen.
He pulled the pop-tarts, wheat thins, and a few boxes of cookies (one of his moms’ addictions) the peanut butter and bread off the shelf and put them into the duffel bag. Brendon took several bottles of water out of a case on the floor and put them in the bag too. He looked around and grabbed a few other random things that would probably come in handy (like a few of those utensil packet thing’s, like you get from fast food places) and dropped them in the bag too. Brendon closed the duffel bag and was about to pick it up and head for the front door, when he stopped and bit his lip. He could hear Michael’s bare feet slap against the tile as he walked from the family room into the kitchen. Brendon shook as he breathlessly watched Michael walk around. Michael took an Oreo out of the bag on the counter and put the whole thing in his mouth. He took the milk out and took a long drink straight from the jug. He put the milk away and looked up at the ceiling.
“Brendon! I’m hungry!” He yelled at the ceiling. “What the fuck is taking him so long?” Michael muttered as he stomped out of the kitchen. Brendon grabbed the bag and followed behind Michael, making sure to do so at a safe distance. Once Brendon was sure Michael was up the stairs, he ran across the entry hall and pulled the door open, as quickly and quietly as he could. Brendon had just taken the backpack out of the bushes when he heard Michael scream upstairs.
“Brendon!” Brendon ran. He ran and ran as fast as he could. He didn’t know where he was running; he was just focusing on making sure he wasn’t being followed. After a few minutes of running Brendon stopped and put his shoes on. He’d just started walking again when he stopped and listened carefully. He heard a car coming. He looked around in panic. There was a low garden wall nearby, Brendon ran to it and threw himself over it and lay flat on the ground until he heard the car pass. He slowly and carefully peered over the wall. The coast was clear. He started running again. Brendon found himself back at school. He snuck back to the portables and made his way to his special place.
Okay, so, my bata gave me a neat idea. Starting this chapter, the first person to tell me what band and song my cut text is from gets a sneak peak at the next chapter. :) Just a little something fun to do I guess. Hope you all are enjoying it so far! Thanks for reading!
-MK
Author: fuckedupfangirl
Rating: NC-17!
Pairing:Brendon/OMC, Jon/Spencer (For now.)
POV: Third
Summary:Brendon never really tried to hide what was going on, it just naturally didn't come up. Of course abuse is easy to not notice when no one is looking. But when someone finally does start to look, and Brendon decides enough is enough, a new problem arises. Protecting him from not only his abuser, but from himself to. Can Ryan help Brendon stay mentally sane and physically safe, or will they both die trying?
Disclaimer:Very, very, very not true.
Author Notes:Highly graphic and twisted! Please don't crucify me for this! ConCrit welcome and appreciated! Title Credit to Placebo: Protege Moi. (I highly recommend it, fantastic song!) Thank you to everyone who read and replied. As promised, more for you. I hope you enjoy it!
One. (I'm The Kind of Human Wreckage That You Love.)
Chapter Two
The next Monday dawned more horrible than any before it. Brendon found his whole body covered in cuts of varying severity. There were welts all over and the left side of his face looked terrible. There were cuts on that side of his face and his eye was black and swollen. School this week was sure to be Hell.
But the part Brendon was dreading most was lunch. Now that he had obvious bruises and friends that would notice and ask questions, he felt incredibly guilty for lying to them and he hadn’t even done it yet.
By lunchtime, Brendon was very tired. He had the suspicion that he might have a concussion. He was sitting at the usual table with his head down in his arms resting peacefully, when he heard Ryan sit down across from him. Brendon let out a quiet sigh of relief, thankful that Ryan hadn’t come up behind him and touched his back or made him jump in any way. He knew he wouldn’t have been able to hold in a scream of pain if that had happened.
“Hey, Brendon! How was your weekend?” Ryan started talking brightly. Brendon rolled his head to the left so that side of his face was still hidden, and looked at Ryan through his right eye. Ryan stopped setting all his food out and looked down at Brendon, tilting his head slightly.
“You okay?” He asked with a soft smile. Brendon lifted his head off of his arms. Spencer and Jon walked up behind Ryan. Ryan inhaled sharply. Behind him Spencer gasped and covered his mouth and Jon’s eyes got wide.
“Oh, shit.” Ryan let out with his breath. He looked and sounded close to tears. Spencer and Jon took seats, their eyes never leaving Brendon.
“Brendon? What the Hell happened to you?” Jon asked his eyes still wide. Brendon looked down at his lap. He was exhausted, he was in pain and he was about to tell a very big lie to the three people that cared most about him in the whole world. And the people he cared most about. Brendon felt on the verge of tears. He looked back up at his friends and swallowed thickly.
“I-I got into a fight. With a guy- that lives in my neighborhood.” He explained weakly. He fought not to cringe as the poisonous words spilled over his lips. He was also trying, unsuccessfully to ignore the slightly dizzy feeling in his head and the guilt induced rolling of his stomach.
“I don’t feel good. I’ve gotta go!” He said quickly and got up.
“Brendon!” Ryan called after him. Brendon stopped and looked back at Ryan for a moment, then turned and fled from the courtyard. Ryan took a deep shuddering breath.
“He’s lying.” He said. Next to him, Spencer nodded silently.
“What do you think really happened?” Jon asked.
“I… I think it might have something to do with his boyfriend… But I don’t want to jump to any conclusions.” Ryan said sadly and bit his lip.
“He really looked like he was in pain didn’t he?” Spencer whispered. “Like he was about to cry at any moment.” Jon hugged Spencer tightly. He pulled Ryan into the hug too. The three of them sat hugging for a few minutes, completely ignoring all the funny looks people were giving them.
Brendon ran, putting as much distance between the lunch yard and him as he could manage. Brendon finally stopped, panting and in pain, in the middle of the maze of portables in the back of the school. He looked around. These portables looked like they hadn’t been used in years. The windows were broken on some and they all looked in horrible disrepair. Brendon walked cautiously up to the best looking one. He pushed open the unlocked door and carefully stepped inside. Half the room was flooded in light, while the other was dark with shadows. It was perfect to Brendon. He lay down on his stomach in the shadowed area, using his bag as a pillow.
Brendon lay there and imagined himself running and hiding here when things got too hard to handle. Of course he’d have to be careful. He didn’t want anyone to know about this.
Brendon drifted off to sleep, imagining himself feeling safe and secure in his special place.
Brendon didn’t eat lunch in the lunch area for the rest of the week. Ryan, Jon and Spencer were all very worried about him. Every time one of them would pass Brendon in the halls, he would do his best to avoid them, which obviously was pretty good because they hadn't been able to catch him all week.
Brendon spent his lunch hours in his special place, when he could manage to make it there without being seen. It almost felt like a game for him. If no one saw him, he could sneak there for an hour and be safe. But if someone saw him while he was on his way there, then it was game over until tomorrow when he could try again.
Brendon went home that Friday with more of a sense of dread then usual. A lot of the cuts on his back and legs were healed but not all of them. And even though some of the cuts were gone, there were still bruises all over. He’d hardly healed at all in fact and Brendon was dreading this weekend more then he could remember dreading any weekend ever before it.
He opened the front door quietly and was surprised to see ‘Michael’s spot’ by the window empty. Brendon looked around nervously. As much as he hated being greeted by Michael every Friday he decided then, at that moment, that it was better then not knowing where he was. He knew he was here somewhere; his car was in the driveway. Which also said that his parents where not home.
Brendon walked slowly and quietly through the house. He found Michael stretched out on the sofa in the family room, sound asleep. Brendon sighed and bit his lip. He sat on the back of the sofa (had his mother been home and sober, she would have had a fit) and watched Michael sleep. In his sleep he looked like an angel. Brendon shuddered a little as he thought about the terrible demon that sleeping angel could turn into.
Brendon left Michael to sleep and went into the kitchen. He knew he should start making dinner for Michael, but the thought of, ‘What if he doesn’t want what I make?’ kept Brendon from doing it. Instead he carefully sat down at the kitchen table. He laid his head down on his arms and let his eyes drift shut.
Brendon had been sitting like that for a few minutes when the doorbell rang. Brendon jumped and then grimaced as the back of his legs throbbed painfully. He quickly made his way to the door, hoping that it hadn’t woken Michael up. Brendon pulled the door opened and gasped not even trying to hide the surprise on his face.
Ryan stood, looking just a little uncomfortable, but mostly just worried.
“I’m sorry to surprise you like this, but I wanted to make sure you were okay. We haven’t talked a lot this week, so I-I followed you home. I’m sorry.” Ryan blushed a light shade of pink. Brendon swallowed hard. Ryan looked so fucking adorable right now! Brendon glanced back into the hallway and then stepped outside, closing the door behind him.
“Yeah, I’m sorry about this week. But I’m fine, really.”
“Why have you been avoiding us? We’re all pretty worried about you, you know?” Brendon sighed.
“I’m sorry.” He said again. “I just needed to think some things over. I needed some time to myself.” Brendon lied. The truth was he couldn’t stand constantly being reminded of Michael while he was with Ryan. And every time he moved, he was reminded. Brendon knew he didn’t deserve Ryan. Ryan was beautiful and amazing and perfect. And Brendon didn’t deserve that at all; Brendon deserved Michael. But Brendon couldn’t help but want Ryan, even if he could never have him.
Ryan opened his mouth to reply but stopped and closed it again as the door behind Brendon opened. Brendon spun around.
“Baby! You’re awake!” Brendon said with a huge, fake, smile.
“Yeah, I am. Who are you talking to, baby?” Brendon swallowed. oh shit, ‘baby.’ Brendon thought. Before he could say anything, Ryan spoke up.
“I’m Ryan. I’m a friend of Brendons from school.” Ryan said offering Michael his hand. Which Michael shook briefly.
“Oh. Ryan. Really?” Michael said. Brendon closed his eyes. He wished Ryan hadn’t said that. Brendon looked over his shoulder at Ryan.
“I’ll see you in school.” He said trying to keep his voice as neutral as possible, quite obviously failing. Ryan looked at him with concern. Brendon walked passed Michael into the house.
“It was nice to meet you.” Michael told Ryan and closed the door. It was a sound that seemed to echo in Brendon’s head.
“You hungry, hon.?” Brendon asked.
“A friend from school?” Michael asked right next to Brendon’s ear. Brendon started to shake.
“We talk. Occasionally. Not even a lot.” Brendon lied again.
“What do you talk about, baby?” Brendon bit his lip.
“Music, books, movies, random shit. We just… talk.”
“You’re cheating on me!” Michael suddenly accused loudly.
“No! I swear! I’m not!” Brendon said a few tears escaping his eyes.
“Yes, you are! You’re cheating on me, you slut!” Michael punched Brendon in the stomach. He cried out and doubled over clutching his stomach.
“Michael, Michael please! Stop this please!” Brendon sobbed.
“It’s okay, baby. You can tell me. We’ll work it out because I love you. But first you have to be honest with me. Now, how many guys have you fucked behind my back? Hmm?” Michael said in a terrifyingly calm voice.
“Michael, please. I swear I’m not cheating on you! I’m not. I’m not!” Brendon said.
Michael grabbed Brendon by the hair and dragged him up the stairs. In the biggest show of defiance he’d had in a long time, Brendon fought back. He began to kick and claw and flail, trying his hardest to get out of Michael’s grip. But Michael was a lot bigger and stronger then Brendon and he was soon reminded why he no longer fought back. With a few well-placed kicks and punches, Michael left Brendon panting and dizzy.
Michael took Brendon into his room and threw him onto his bed.
“If you behave,” Michael told him. “I won’t tie you down.” Brendon sat numbly on his bed as Michael undressed. There really was nothing else he could do. Michael was blocking his way to the door so any attempt to get out that way was out. There was a window, but they were on the second floor. And that didn’t seem like the smartest thing to do. So he just stayed, sitting there numbly… Yes, Michael was what he deserved.
A ripping sound filled the air and Brendon looked up from the floor. Michael slipped the condom on and dropped the wrapper on the floor. He smiled unpleasantly at Brendon.
“Want to be careful. Who knows what you could have gotten from someone you cheated on me with.”
“I’m not fucking cheating on you!” Brendon screamed. He inhaled sharply and his eyes got wide. You don’t just scream at Michael and expect to get away with it. He’d really done it now. Michael looked down at the bottle of lube in his hand, and back up at Brendon smiling unpleasantly again. Michael dropped the bottle and walked towards Brendon. Brendon drew back slightly.
Michael ran his fingers through Brendon’s hair, tightening his grip painfully once at the back of his head. Michael pushed Brendon’s head towards his erect cock. Brendon pushed back against Michael’s hand and whimpered.
“No.” Brendon looked up at Michael with pleading eyes.
“Either suck it or you can go without lube as well as without preparation.” Michael grinned horribly at Brendon. Tears slipped silently down Brendon’s cheek and he closed his eyes, allowing Michael to guide his mouth onto his erection. Michael bobbed Brendon’s head on his dick until he was about to come. He pulled Brendons mouth away from him and took a few deep breaths. He pulled Brendons clothes off of him seemingly effortlessly, although Brendon was struggling as much as he dared.
Brendon, now naked, was forced on to his knees on his bed. Michael grabbed Brendon’s right wrist and twisted his arm behind his back. Brendon whimpered. Michael placed himself at Brendon’s unprepared entrance and pushed, mercilessly, forward. Brendon screamed. He buried his face in his pillow as best he could and cried until Michael was finished. Brendon continued to cry quietly as he listened to Michael move around his room. He heard the condom drop into the trash. Michael picked up his pants and pulled them on and then stepped towards his bed. Michael sat down next to Brendon, leaning in close he whispered to Brendon.
“I love you, Brendon.” Brendon turned his head so his face was buried more.
“I-“ HATE! HATE! SAY HATE! Brendon thought. “-Love you, Michael.” He replied flatly.
“Clean up, calm down and then come downstairs and I’ll tell you what I want for dinner. I’ll be watching TV.” Translation: Don’t interrupt unless it’s a commercial. Michael said leaving the room. Brendon glared at the door before dragging himself to the shower.
Leaning against the wall in the shower, Brendon watched the pink water draining. I can’t stay. I can’t stay. I have to get out of here! He kept thinking. By the time he got out of the shower, Brendon had a plan.
He went into his room, shut the door and dressed quickly. He pulled his socks on and picked up his backpack. He neatly fit several outfits into the bag putting his shoes in on top, and set the bag aside. Brendon grabbed a duffel bag from the closet and picked up the top sheet from his bed, off of the floor. He pushed the sheet into the bag, along with a thin but comfortably heavy blanket and the afghan his grandmother made him. Brendon picked up his backpack and walked through the Jack and Jill bathroom, grabbing everything he thought he would need before making his way through the other door into the guest bedroom.
Brendon walked to the window that over looked the front yard and street and opened it. The only room downstairs with a TV was in the back of the house. Brendon stuck his upper half out of the window and looked up and down the street. He couldn’t see anyone watching. As gently as he could, Brendon dropped the bag into the bushes lining the front walkway. Brendon breathed deeply and pulled himself back in the window and shut it. He went back into his room and grabbed the duffel bag. He quietly opened his door and made his way down the carpeted stairs. At the bottom of the stairs the floor became tile. Brendon carefully stepped off the stairs, making no noise at all thanks to only having socks on. He could hear Michael flipping channels in the family room. Brendon held his breath as he tiptoed into the walk-in pantry in the kitchen.
He pulled the pop-tarts, wheat thins, and a few boxes of cookies (one of his moms’ addictions) the peanut butter and bread off the shelf and put them into the duffel bag. Brendon took several bottles of water out of a case on the floor and put them in the bag too. He looked around and grabbed a few other random things that would probably come in handy (like a few of those utensil packet thing’s, like you get from fast food places) and dropped them in the bag too. Brendon closed the duffel bag and was about to pick it up and head for the front door, when he stopped and bit his lip. He could hear Michael’s bare feet slap against the tile as he walked from the family room into the kitchen. Brendon shook as he breathlessly watched Michael walk around. Michael took an Oreo out of the bag on the counter and put the whole thing in his mouth. He took the milk out and took a long drink straight from the jug. He put the milk away and looked up at the ceiling.
“Brendon! I’m hungry!” He yelled at the ceiling. “What the fuck is taking him so long?” Michael muttered as he stomped out of the kitchen. Brendon grabbed the bag and followed behind Michael, making sure to do so at a safe distance. Once Brendon was sure Michael was up the stairs, he ran across the entry hall and pulled the door open, as quickly and quietly as he could. Brendon had just taken the backpack out of the bushes when he heard Michael scream upstairs.
“Brendon!” Brendon ran. He ran and ran as fast as he could. He didn’t know where he was running; he was just focusing on making sure he wasn’t being followed. After a few minutes of running Brendon stopped and put his shoes on. He’d just started walking again when he stopped and listened carefully. He heard a car coming. He looked around in panic. There was a low garden wall nearby, Brendon ran to it and threw himself over it and lay flat on the ground until he heard the car pass. He slowly and carefully peered over the wall. The coast was clear. He started running again. Brendon found himself back at school. He snuck back to the portables and made his way to his special place.
Okay, so, my bata gave me a neat idea. Starting this chapter, the first person to tell me what band and song my cut text is from gets a sneak peak at the next chapter. :) Just a little something fun to do I guess. Hope you all are enjoying it so far! Thanks for reading!
-MK