Panic! Attack

Ch. 7

I'm bad at updating, I know. I keep saying I'll update soon, but then the next time I publish a new chapter is two weeks after the last one ;-;. Sorry...
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Also, there will be some language and a bit of violence.
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[y/n]'s POV

I was scared Brendon would know I saw the message, so I quickly put his phone down and hurried back over to the couch. I nervously waited for a few minutes for Brendon to get out of the shower. Should I confront him about this, or not mention it? If I did tell him, it could turn out that Hayley was his cousin or something. I turned my head when I heard him walking downstairs. Brendon's room is downstairs and the shower is upstairs, so he was just in a towel. I nearly started drooling.

Brendon's POV
When [y/n] saw me coming downstairs, I couldn't help but laugh at her staring at me. "Like what you see?" It took her a moment to realise I was talking about her staring at me in the towel. I smiled and shook my head, walking to my room to get dressed. I put on some black skinny jeans and a plain black t-shirt. When I left the room, [y/n] was looking down, nervously twirling her hands around in the ends of her shirt. I walked up to her and held her hands. "What's wrong?"
"Who's Hayley?" She whispered at a nearly inaudible tone.
"Hayley?" She nodded slightly. "I only know one Hayley, and I toured with her." [y/n] looked at me, confused. "Hayley Williams, from Paramore. Why'd you ask?"
"Oh, no reason. I'm just stupid. It's fine." [y/n] spoke quickly, before sitting down on the couch behind her.
I sat next to her, and asked again. "You're not stupid. Now, why did you ask if I knew a Hayley?" [y/n] hid her face in her hands.
"I-I thought you were cheating on me. I'm sorry. I've been having trust issues ever since I started dating Jonas. I know you would never cheat on me, I was just scared that I was wrong."
"[y/n], I know you've been through a lot. I can tell how much you want to trust people, but you can't. It's not your fault. I love you so much and want you to be happy. Do you think joining some sort of support group would help? You don't have to, but maybe you'll meet some people you connect with there." I was smiling softly, but still serious while talking to her. It must be hard for her to talk about this stuff with others, but I just want to help her. She hugged me and nodded. I kissed her forehead and told her that I would always be there for her. "I do have one more question. Why did you trust me so easily?"
"Even though I didn't actually know you, I feel like I've known you for years. Your music has helped me through some dark times in my life; because of you, I smiled when I thought I couldn't." Tears escaped [y/n]'s beautiful [e/c] eyes, making them look more [e/c] than usual.
"Aww." I kissed her forehead and held her hands. "I know I say this to you a lot, but I love you."
I continued talking with [y/n] about joining a support group for people that were in abusive relationships. After our talk, [y/n] left to go take a shower. I went to get something to eat from the kitchen. "Ugh, there's no fooood!" I whined, even though no one was there to hear my complaints. "I'll probably have enough time to quickly grab someone to eat from a store before [y/n] gets out of the shower and gets dressed." She usually doesn't take too long, but I was really hungry. As soon as I opened the door, someone punched me hard in the face.
I must've passed out because I woke up in an unfamiliar setting. I could feel my right eye throbbing where I was punched. When my eyes finally adjusted to the dim lighting, I recognised where I was, [y/n]'s (old) house. Then, I noticed a man in the corner of the room with light brown hair that towered over me height-wise. 'He does not look like the type of person I would want to mess with' I thought to myself. The man who I presumed to be Jonas walked over to me, smirking while cracking his knuckles.
"Hello, Brendon."
"How do you know who I am?"
"Let's just say I've been watching from afar. Now, I have some questions for you."

[y/n]'s POV
When I was done getting dressed, I went downstairs. There was a new movie out I wanted to see, but I wanted to ask Brendon if he wanted to see it. "Brendon, do you wanna see [movie that you want to see]? It's playing in a few hours." When he didn't respond, I called his name again and looked around the house. He wasn't there. "Brendon? Maybe he went out to get some food or something. I should call him to make sure he's okay, though." I took out my phone and called him, but he didn't answer. I was starting to get worried, but I tried reassuring myself, "Maybe he's recording right now..." I decided to text some of his friends. When Pete, Dallon, and Patrick came over we exchanged numbers, so I texted them.
"Hey, Dallon" he responded a minute or so later.
"Hey [y/n]. What's up!"
"I can't get in touch with Brendon. Are you guys in the studio or something?"
"He's not answering his phone?"
"No. Should I try calling again?"
"Yeah" I read Dallon's text, then redialed Brendon's number. It rang a few times, but he answered.
"Brendon can't talk right now, he's... busy." my heart sank and I nearly broke down in tears. I could recognise that hellish voice anywhere.
I didn't know what to do. Brendon was trapped with Jonas, and my calls go straight to voicemail every time I try calling back.

Brendon's POV
"Let me go, fucker! Why can't you leave the both of us alone? She doesn't want to be with an abusive asshole like you!" I was filled with rage, but couldn't do anything about it because of the stupid rope that I was tied up with. Jonas evilly laughed before punching me in the nose. I felt blood slowly start trickling down towards my lip.
"Seems you can take a punch pretty well. Why don't we test that a little more." Jonas used one hand to pull back my hair, and the other to repeatedly punch me around the jaw and cheek. It hurt like fucking hell, but my mind was set on [y/n]. A part of me hoped she would come so I could see her again, but another part hoped she wouldn't show up so Jonas wouldn't be able to hurt her too. It's hard to imagine someone as sweet as her having to go through this shit everyday. "Had enough yet?" Jonas spoke, but I didn't answer. Honestly, I wasn't really paying attention. It hurt, but my mind was somewhere else. "Hey, I'm takin' to you." Jonas got frustrated and hit me at least ten times harder than before. I felt my consciousness begin to fade, but I became alert when I felt a sharp pain on my left temple. "You paying attention now? Good, maybe I won't hurt you as bad. But, my friend here wants to meet you." I looked up to see him holding a switch blade in his hand. He started to drag the knife across my cheek, and my breath began to quicken. Is he going to kill me? I shut my eyes and tried to not think about it. After a few more cuts on my face, he moved down to my arms and chest. I was wearing a thin t-shirt, so he cut through it and started to cut my stomach area. Before he could make too many cuts, someone bust the door open. It was the police. Jonas but his hands above his head, and was cuffed. One of the officers untied me and smiled.
"The girl that called is waiting outside. She's worried sick." I thanked the officer, then ran outside and found [y/n]. When she saw me, she ran into my arms, but was careful about my cuts. I put my hands on her face and kissed her.
"I'm so glad you're okay.-" she looked at me before saying, "-not dead." I chuckled and kissed her forehead. Paramedics arrived and I was told that I needed to go to the hospital for stitches. [y/n] and I were escorted to the hospital in an ambulance, shown the hospital room to go to, and waited for the doctor to take a closer inspection at my injuries. Once the doctor arrived, he cleaned up my wounds, and did a couple tests. He confirmed I needed stitches and that I had bruised ribs. The stitches stung, but [y/n] was there to comfort me. Not long after, the doctor wrote me a prescription for pain killers if I needed them, and told us we could leave. [y/n] insisted she drove, and we headed home. The drive was silent, except for the radio. Because of what happened, I don't think either of us really felt like talking much. We were both just glad to see each other again. A few minutes away from our house, I wanted to check the time and I turned on my phone. The second I turned it on, my phone exploded. I had multiple texts and missed calls from [y/n], as well as Dallon. I texted him back, and told him what happened.
"Srsly?! Are you okay???"
"Yeah, I had to get stitches. But, I'm okay now."
"That's good. If you ever need anything, I'm here for you."
"Thanks" We arrived home barely a minute after, and I wanted nothing more than to sleep. [y/n] helped me to my bed. As she was leaving, I reached for her hand and asked if she would lay down with me. She sweetly smiled and curled up on the bed next to me. She gently put her hand on a dark bruise on my face. I yawned and closed my eyes. When I opened my eyes, [y/n] was sleeping and it was pitch black outside. I put my hand on my side and winced. I grabbed the pain killers and water next to my bed, and took the recommended dose. I started to relax and fell back asleep a bit later.