I can't escape I'm stuck here forever, what about Brendon?! Is he okay?! I thought as I tried to pull myself out of a chair I was strapped to at the wrists and feet. The rope dug into my wrists and feet as I tried getting out. My shirt was ripped and torn, I was bloody and bruised, my eyes stung from crying. I had bloody knees and a beaten face, I looked up and saw a figure. "WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?!" I screamed through tears and a broken voice, "Nothing too important..." this was a voice that I heard in my dreams, "Just you're happiness you thought you had." I stopped and thought about what he said, "The happiness you have with that boy. Brendon. He doesn't love you, he thinks you're pathetic, weak, broken. He will never love you, what's wrong with you?" I looked towards the dark figure with red eyes. Burning with hate I said, "I know I'm dumb, and I'm not the prettiest, or the kindest, or most easiest to understand...but I know that he would never do anything like that to me. He doesn't love me, but I'm fine with that. He's there for me, everyone else left me. He's all I have left." The figure flew toward me and I screamed as I woke up. I flew up and panted hard, I put my head in my hands and closed my eyes. Brendon shifted then looked towards me and sat up, I wiped my face with the back of my hand and he grabbed my shoulder and asked if I was okay, "Yeah...bad dream..." he looked sad as he grabbed my hand and laid down with me, I smiled as he moved my hair from my face to kiss my cheek. I closed my eyes and heard him say something that stopped my heart, "They're just dreams. they can't hurt you, not as long as I'm here." my eyes shot open and I turned to him and he closed his eyes and drifted off. His words circled my head and I grabbed my jacket and I put on my heels as I walked out the door and walked around town. I opened the door to his apartment to see him standing in the door, "Have fun?" he asked with grogginess obvious in his voice. I was slightly turned on as he swayed over to me, he grabbed my waist and moved my hair from my neck. I shook as I knew what was going to happen, "you haven't had a single mark on this perfect little neck, I'm gonna ruin that." he smirked as he kissed around my neck to try and find my sweet spot, he found it and my breath hitched in my throat, he nipped and kissed at it trying to get me to moan, which he successfully did. He smiled then bit my neck and left marks I knew would become hickeys. I shook as he put his hand in between my legs, caressing my middle. I moaned again. He smirked and bit his lip and grazed my face with the side of his hand, I felt love and affection and I wasn't sure what to do or say...
