After Iris Blair disappeared, Brendon Urie lost a part of himself he never thought possible. Iris was the missing piece he had always hoped for. Will he be able to find himself again? Will he be able to find her and tell her how he truly feels?
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Iris's P.O.V
Leaving Las Vegas was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I've been living in Laughlin, Nevada. Only an hour and half away from Las Vegas. They still had casinos here, just not as much as Vegas does.
They have about eight casinos and I've been working at the Golden Nugget as a cocktail waitress for the past three months. It's not ideal but, I was still working in a casino so, I couldn't complain.
The grief process of losing my dad and having to do it alone was incredibly difficult. I cried myself to sleep many times, it felt like I had lost everyone. My dad, Lia and Jason, Richard and Tracey, Brendon... Leaving Las Vegas might have been the hardest thing to do but, leaving Brendon was even harder.
Brendon hasn't stopped calling my phone for months. It broke my heart a little bit more, each time he did. Everything in me wanted to answer them and tell him how sorry I was. How I wanted to tell him why everything happened the way it did. But, I didn't want to risk anything.
Ever since I left, I haven't gotten any threatening text messages or calls from Ian. Nor has my new apartment been broken into and ransacked. Which I was thankful for. If something did happen, I don't know if I would be able to handle it.
Lia has kept in touch with me everyday, sometimes coming to visit me. She also keeps me up to date on how Brendon was doing, which wasn't great. She's told me how much he's been drinking, how much he'd call her trying to figure out where I was.
I wanted nothing more to answer his call, tell him where I was, and to come to me. But, I was scared for my safety and his. But, I was also scared of what he was doing to himself. It hurt me that that was his way of coping.
Right now, I was getting ready to go in to work for an eleven hour shift. I wasn't looking forward to it, but they were short staffed and I need the money. My co-workers were less than ideal too. Most of them were stuck up and snobby, and the drama was never ending.
The type of dresses they had us wear were, let's say, definitely pointed towards the males that would attend. My chest was damn near overflowing out of my top and my ass would pop out if I bent over the wrong way. To say I was uncomfortable was an understatement. But, we got great tips that way.
My hair was already curled and my makeup was done. After I put on my skin tight gold dress, I was looking through my jewelry to find something to accessorize it with. I ended up deciding on a gold bangle and gold hoops. That should be enough, right?
I then went into my living room and found my heels from last night, waiting for me by the door. I walked over and grabbed them, taking them to the couch. I sat down and slipped them on carefully. The long hours I worked were helpful but, the pain that came along with it was excruciating.
Lia said she was gonna come and stay with me tonight and tomorrow. I couldn't wait for her to get here. The last time I saw her was about a month ago. It was hard being so far away from her. I don't know what I would've done if she never moved to Las Vegas with me in the first place.
