Demons ( A Brendon Urie a.u )

1.

"Shut up! It's not like I asked for this family, or to be with an idiot like you!" I heard my father yell from downstairs.

I sighed, putting my pillow over my head trying to drown out the sound of my parents fighting again, for the third time this week. Sadly, it didn't work.

"Oh, really? So it was me to ask to get married? I didn't ask to marry a prick like you!" My mother screamed even louder.

Why. at. 3. am.

I walked over to my closet and put on my leather jacket, getting ready to leave for a night. I do this all the time. I picked up my purse from the floor, and prepared for the worst as I left my room.

I headed down the stairs, and went to the front door. I looked back taking a glance at my parents, as they are still arguing.

"I am leaving!" I shouted, hopefully enough for them to hear me.

Still arguing aimlessly.

"I am going to move to New York and hopefully never see you guys again!" I screamed, opening the door.

Still fighting.

I sighed and walked out, not bothering to shut the door behind me. Might as well wake up the neighbors.

I was headed to my friend Ryan's house. Yes, at three in the morning. When I got there, I jumped the fence, and snuck through his bedroom window.

I placed my foot on the top of his dresser, but me being the klutz I am, I slipped and landed onto his floor.

Of coarse, I woke up a sleepy Ryan.

He quickly reached over and turned on his lamp, which earned a groan from me.

His eyes darted over to me, and he sighed.

"Camilla? Are you okay? Why are you- never mind, I know why." He got up and walked over to his dresser, and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a shirt. He threw them at me and I walked into his bathroom to change.

When I came out of the bathroom, I walked into the bedroom and was met with an awake Ryan sitting in the bed with a box of tissues, and my favorite Ben and Jerry's ice cream.

I smiled, and walked over to the bed, sitting down next to him.

He looked over and hugged me.

"Parents?" he whispered.

I sighed, "I'd rather not talk about it."

"Okay, but you know I am always here for you if you need to talk about it."

"You're the best." I whispered.

After that, I drifted off to sleep with the sound of soft singing. From Ryan of coarse.