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Chapter Thirty-Two // Failed Anniversary and Henry

I rushed into the apartment, yelling at Brendon on the couch.

"Henry got mauled by a small dog get up we got to go!" I shouted and Brendon immediately jumped up, throwing on his shoes.

We ran down the stairs to Henry who lie on the grass whimpering.

"What happened?! How?" Brendon asked and I wrapped a blanket around Henry.

"We were walking and this random chihuahua ran out of the bush and bit his jaw," I answered, not even caring if blood was on my hands.

"Why is this happening?! It's our anniversary too," Brendon sighed.

"I'll start the car can you get Henry, be careful, please," I begged and Brendon nodded.

Brendon sat in the back, petting Henry and trying to keep him calm.

I pulled into the vet's, and turned around. "I'll be right back," I stated before running inside.

I ran to the counter.

"My dog got bit," I stated and the woman turned to her computer.

"Name?"

"Henry Urie, U-R-I-E," I answered.

"Oh my god you're Brendon Urie's girlfriend!" A girl said beside me and I nodded.

"Ma'am is your pet in your car?" The woman asked and I nodded.

"Okay," she rushed out with a stretcher.

I turned to the girl who noticed me. "Henry was bit?" She asked and I nodded. "How is he doing?"

"I- I don't know," I said honestly, and the door opened, revealing Brendon and the woman pushing the stretcher.

Brendon came back a second later, running his hand through his hair.

"Wait, isn't it you guys' two-year anniversary?" She asked and Brendon nodded. "I'm so sorry," she covered her mouth.

Bren and I sat down after taking pictures with the girl, her name being Isabel.

I laid my head on Brendon's shoulder, and we sat in silence. "What did the dog look like?" The woman asked.

"It was a black chihuahua with dark brown fur and white feet," I answered and her eyes widened. "What? What's wrong?"

"That dog belongs to a dog fighting group," she answered. "We found the owners but we lost the main dog, and you just described him."

"A dog fighting group? Our dog?" Brendon asked and the lady nodded.

"It most likely was, the aggression you've described and the description fit the dog perfectly," the lady sighed. "What building?"

"Three," Brendon answered the the lady dialed a number.

"Hi this is Amber from Granice Veterinarian, and I'm calling about the finding of El Diego, the fighting dog," she stated.

"Kolai apartments, building three was the last spotting."

Brendon turned to me shaking his head. "How did this happen to us?" Brendon asked.

"I have no idea," I sighed, and Brendon squeezed my hand.

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It's been four hours and Henry is out of surgery and his wounds have been cleaned out.