Quiet Is Violent (BxG) (Private w/ Moon)

Connor Necter

Connor left the classroom as soon as the bell rang, picking up his backpack and tossing it over his shoulder.

Everyone chattered away while Connor made his way to the lunch room with a large group of students rushing past to get the first of the spots in the line.

That's where the warmest food was at least. Connor didn't get any food though, he just sat where he usually sat. His only friend would be here soon, at least the girl who tolerated him the most out of everyone. He told her things that he wouldn't tell anyone else because she was all he could trust.

Nobody else, who was included in his life, had any kind of trust. His dad was an asshole, a raging alcoholic that would leave bruises and bumps on his face.

Connor didn't want any attention so he'd always use makeup to cover it up.

His mom was just not there, not that she was dead or anything, she was perfectly fine. She just doesn't have to money to visit or get a lawyer for a case.

She tried to connect with Connor but he felt like he couldn't get close to anyone or else it would just end in heartbreak.

Other family were dead or simply didn't want anything to do with his dad.

So, Connor lived his life in absolute fucking misery, being beat and occasionally strangled by his father nearly every night.

But, his father was nothing compared to what happened inside his head, he couldn't be happy. It was nearly impossible.

Of course there were little moments where he would feel joy but the constant reminders that pained his face would bring him back.

An endless pit, void of any happiness. He felt like...he didn't deserve anything...

Death seemed like the only resolution at this point. It was scary to Connor but the only way to kill off his diseased head, was to just let go.

Only then could he be happy. Wherever he was after death.

Of course, take your time :)

Connor smiled warmly as she approached, Danger was something out of a magazine. That is one of the main reasons why he knew he couldn't ever date anyone as beautiful as her, he was ugly. Another reason to just cease to exist on his list.

He groaned, "If I was brave enough I would punch that sucker right in the balls..." he made a motion with his fist, punching upwards.

He hated Braxton, it was the most Connor had ever hated anyone. He wasn't a naturally violent person but he would enjoy giving a good kick to the balls for Braxton. Of course, if he was brave enough.

The cafeteria chattered on, his thoughts wandering once again.

Then, he remembered the pills. The ones in his father's bathroom cabinet and every time he passed that door, they seemed to pull at him.

Connor had only just found the pills the day before but had plenty of time to plan this out because of his lack of sleep.

"I'm fine, just tired, you know how it is for me." The brunette rubbed the dark circles under his eyes.

His dad on the other hand, "He's still hurting me..."

Connor rubbed a little bit of makeup off his jawline so the bruise would show through.

Although it was slightly transparent, the black and blue was visible.

He ignored the comment of his father being a monster, they both knew it to be true but he disagreed with the statement of him being the sweetest guy. He felt like all he did was burden Danger, no matter what he did.

Connor stuttered, "I-I have to take care of some errands tonight, sorry..." his hands nervously rubbed against each other.

He felt bad for lying but this was his only solution, he hated everything he stood for and now had a chance to take that pain away.

The taller boy smiled, fake, he was good at it though.

The last bell rang, Connor took moments to stare at the beautiful fall trees. The landscape towards his home was bathed in oranges and yellows, nothing was a stunning as that. Especially...for his last day. He swallowed nervously, picking off little pieces of a leaf in his hand.

What would death be like? Would it be welcoming? Or just a nightmare?

Connor shook away the thoughts, they were scaring him. He didn't want to be scared in the final moments.

Finally, he arrived home. His dad's car wasn't in the driveway, good, his plan was in motion.

He turned on some music, while running a warm bath.

He stared at the running water like it was his last resort for life.

Connor grabbed the pills and went back down.

He decided to write his note now and hope that it didn't sound cheesy.

"Hi, whoever finds this...

I am not worth anything to anyone, so I am doing something very selfish as some would say.

I live my life in constant pain, fear, and sadness. Yeah, boohoo for me.

I have no other way of saying goodbye. I love my mom but dad, you should've tried a little harder.

Hunter, somehow, if you get this. Just know, I love you...so much.

Not much for a confession especially since I'm dead.

Thanks to those of you who cared to some capacity."

Connor closed the door, not locking it.

What was the point anyways?

Connor jerked his head towards the door where Hunter stood, his hand holding the bottle of pills. His expression turned into horror as he slumped to the ground in defeat. The pills spilled onto the floor near his knees, rattling quietly as they rolled away. "I-I'm sorry..." he burst out crying, holding his head in his hands. The clarity of the situation hit him like a brick, he was choosing an option that would scar Hunter. Of course, he didn't want that, he loved her with all his heart. Maybe if he tried a little harder, he'd be able to get closer to her.

It didn't matter right now, she was right there in front of him.

He had never cried in front of anyone...that sudden realization came to mind. That's the depth of his trust problem, he couldn't even cry not in front of his dad not his mom. It made him feel weak, but there was no turning back now.

The teen slid down leaning him against the cupboard, still silently sobbing. He didn't dare to look her in the face, he was ashamed of himself, how could he leave someone alone? Especially with all she's going through...

He ran his hands through his hair, wiping away the falling tears. The note still laying on the counter, bright red text popping from the white surface.

Connor couldn't help but hug her back, squeezing her gently. It felt warm and nice, like you would if you were inside while it rained and reading a good book. He drew a shaky breath, "O-Okay..." he didn't mind staying with her. He felt better in her arms, especially while he stared back into her eyes.

Everything felt like a dream, slow, emotional.

"Can...Can you ever forgive me?" he croaked softly.

(sorry for the short post)

"Thanks...for everything, honestly." he said softly, pulling himself up. He was still grasping her hands, reluctant to let go but he did anyways. His brown eyes flickered to the floor then back to Danger, "Um...how about we just stay here?"

He didn't feel like going anywhere, it felt weird to immediantly go out after something so...drastic. He drained the bathtub and put the pills away.

Connor could feel Danger's eyes following him, it wasn't uncomfortable thankfully. The brown-haired boy motioned for her to follow him, entering his room at the end of the hallway.

He sat on his bed, legs crossed and staring up at Danger.

"So...what do you want to do?"

Connor nodded, agreeing. Although it would be nice to just relax at her house, he was curious about the 'special place' she hadn't ever mentioned it to him before. "Didn't think about that...what's that special place you were talking about?" He knew how violent his dad would get if he saw a girl over, probably would kill him at that point. There's no counting the amount of bruises on his body after a severely drunk night. After she smiled, he couldn't help but grin his gaze towards the ground of his room. "Well...what are we waiting for?" newfound happiness spread through his tired body, renewing his mood.

Connor felt his chest flourish with a strong feeling to just laugh at how adorable she was, but he quickly got to work shoving some clothes in his black backpack. Then grabbed his phone and speaker along with the chargers, just in case.

Suddenly the door burst open with a loud crash that rumbled the entire house, "CONNOR!" a loud voice roared. Connor slung the bag over his shoulder and pulled open his window, the house was only two floors, a basement and the main floor so getting out wouldn't be a problem.

Connor pushed the screen out of the way, hearing his father's footsteps stomp around looking for him in a drunken rage was terrifying but he grabbed Danger's hand first and let her through first.

The door banged open, leaving a hole in the wall. The teen launched himself out the window, hitting the ground, hard. His foot sprained slightly but he kept going grabbing Danger's hand once again and pulling her up to her feet.

"Let's go!" Connor made a mad dash for the neighbor's yard, jumping over the chain link fence then made sure that the girl was still behind him.

His father roared from the window, banging on the wooden stilt. Making no effort to come after them.

"F-fuck..." he glanced at the ground near the window, where a red and white object stood out in the green grass, "I'll get it."

Connor wasted no time with being afraid despite his heart practically pounding out of his chest. His father watched him run over with a sick grin, attempting to clamber over the window with his drunken body was almost amusing. Unfortunatly, there was no time to marvel at the stupidity of a drunk man, he had to get out and fast.

Reaching the inhaler he grabbed it, then slipped on the grass while attempting to make a break for it. His father reached out quickly, grabbing ahold of his shoe. Connor gasped and pulled off the shoe, not caring a bit. The teen darted back to the fence, leaping over and handing Danger the inhaler. Watching her gasp for a breath was horrendous, he picked her up in his arms and carried her further away. Connor could hear her wheezing lungs and flinched internally every time. Setting her down he stared into her eyes, "You okay?"