Kidnapped by the emo trinity [complete]

Chapter four

*one week later*
I stood in the shower letting the warm water glide across my skin. I looked down and stared at the scars from a week ago that scattered my body. How could frank be so cruel? I flashed back to the pain of the knife piercing my flesh and the sound of my screams and his laughter. I shuttered and shut the water off. I slipped into my black leggings and oversized sweater.

I looked into the full sized mirror that leaned against the wall. My face was covered in scratches and I had a black eye. I sighed and sat down on my messy bed to think abut everything that happened. These were the bands I had always looked up to, why were they doing this? Never meet your heroes I guess.

The door swung open, startling me from my deep thoughts and letting in a gust of cold air. Pete stood in the doorway, tattooed arms crossed across his chest.

"What do you want?" I spat.

"I've told you before, you can't talk to me like that. Not unless you want another meeting with Frank...?"

I dipped my head, bitting my tongue. I hated Pete but there was no way I could go back there with Frank.

"That's what I thought" he smirked.

Man, I hated him. To think that I once had a poster of him on my wall.

"I came in to tell you that we're leaving for an interview so that means Brendon is in charge. If you give him any trouble, you'll regret it." Grabbing the door handle, he spun around and slammed the door behind him. As I heared his footsteps grow further and further away I began to cry.

I didn't want to be alone with one of them, even if it was Brendon Urie. Hot salty tears rolled down my cheeks and sobs shook my body. Crawling under the thin covers of my bed, I continued to cry until I heard the door creak open behind me. I knew it was Brendon, but I didn't want to look at him right now.

"Crybaby" he scoffed, his words hurting me despite my hatred for him. I used to look up to him so much, my friends always told me I sing like an angel but I never believed them. Listening to him sing always inspired me to keep trying though. Now here he was, calling me a crybaby after he and his friends had stolen me from my life.

"Your breakfast is getting cold, come out and eat it before I throw it away." he instructed. The ground creaked under his steps and I heard the door softly close. Only then did I come out from my nest of blanket and drag myself out of bed. I looked in the mirror, tears stained my cheeks and my hair was a mess.

Wiping my face, I ran my hands through my hair and snatched my eyeliner from the dresser top. Pete may have been a jerk, but at least he wasn't cruel enough to separate an emo from her eyeliner. Taking in a deep breath, I opened the door and made my way to the kitchen.

There was a plate of eggs and toast set out on the table. Assuming they were mine, I sat and began to dig in. I hadn't realized how hungry I was until now. The past week had drained me of my energy, the first couple of days I had refused to eat anything. Trust was far out of the question, but it was clear the boys wanted me alive.

Feeling a pair of eyes watching me, I dropped my fork and leaned back in my chair.

"Can I help you?" i snapped as Brendon walked over to the table.

"Don't be so fresh" he said, looking at me with a dark expression. I returned the look.

"Come on" he finally spoke. "There's something I want to show you"

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