Coffee

Caffine Won't Help

Okay guys this is where the trigger warning comes in. DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU!

"I'm sorry dad I was working late" you wince as he stomps over to you and grabs you by the wrist. " I DON'T FUCKING CARE! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE BACK BY NOW!" He released your wrist to slap you, hard. You fell to the ground and bumped your head. "GET UP BITCH" he yelled as you desperately scrambled to your feet. You grab your dropped backpack and hurry to your room. "NO DINNER TONIGHT YOU FAT WHORE!" he yells behind you.

You quickly lock your door and you burst into tears. Your phone rings and you halt your sobbing to answer it. It was Brendon. "Y/n What's you address" he says, he sounds like he's choking back angry sobs. "Y/ad, why?" you reply. This time his voice is shaking "Your phone recorded everything, I'm coming to get you" You gasp "No, please! You can't!" you sob "when he sees you, it'll make things worse." "Try and stop me" he growls angrily. He hangs up and in a few minutes you hear the doorbell. You run down as fast as you can to answer it but you dad grabs your wrist and slaps you again. Now your cheeks hurt like hell. He opens his mouth to yell at you but you hear something click and the door swings open.

Brendon had fucking picked the lock. He ran at your father and punched him so hard that he fell to the floor. You ran out of your house and into Brendon's car. He quickly was beside you. You saw your dad outside as Brendon pulled out of your driveway. Soon you were on your way..

"Why would he do that? HOW COULD ANYONE DO THAT?" You turned to Brendon and saw his eyes were filled with tears. " We're going to my house, I have some ice packs for your cheeks" he barely choked out the words as you reached up to touch your burning cheeks. You winced and pulled away your hand to see it in the dim light. Blood.

"How long has he done this to you" now you had tears in your eyes too. "He started when my mother died. He drank all the time and never wanted to talk. Then one day he-" your eyes shut tightly. You've  never told anyone this before. "What did he do y/n?" He stopped the car and turned to face you. "He assaulted me... He- he groped me. He was really drunk and-" You were cut short.

His lips quickly pressed against yours, taking you by surprise. He held you chin gently and put his other hand in your hair. You ran your fingers through his hair, the way he always does in interviews or when he's nervous. You kissed back, for once since your mom died, something felt right. "I'll never let anyone do that to you again" he pulled your head to his chest and stroked your hair. You sat there in his arms for what felt like too short a time when he whispered "let's go home baby" and wiped away your tears.

Fast forward to when you get to his house

   Brendon's house was huge, so huge it wasn't a house, it was a mansion. He opened the car door and took your hand. "Let's get you some ice" he smiled and led you into his house. It looked even bigger on the inside. His living room had a very large tv above a fireplace in front of a long u shaped leather couch. He sat you down and smiled. "Give me a minute, I'll get an ice pack"

   He came back one minute later with an ice pack wrapped in a towel, a damp paper towel, and a glass of water with two Advil. He sat down next to you and began dabbing your swollen cheeks with the paper towel. "Does that hurt?" he breathed. "No, it's fine" for some reason your eyes began to water. He takes your hand "Please don't cry" he gently wipes away your tears and continues to dab your face. When you stop bleeding, he gently holds the ice pack to your face and you wince. He pulls it away " too cold?" he says and you nod. "I'll just leave it here if you need it" he says and sets it on the coffee table in front of you. "Take these" he hands you the Advil and water and you take them. "Thank you" you can't stop sobbing. "Please don't cry" he pulls your head into his lap as you continue sobbing.

   "I just don't know what to do or where to live or-" "please stay here" he said. "I couldn't bear to think of what would happen if you stayed there any longer." "You mean, live here?" you choke on the words. Why would anyone do this for YOU. You aren't pretty or funny or anything worth while. You're father knew it, the kids at school knew it, everyone did. Everyone but HIM. Then it hit you. This was THE BRENDON URIE. HE KISSED YOU. He looked down at your worried eyes. "you kissed me" you whispered. A smile tugged the corners of his lips as he whispered "and I'm about to do it again" his lips met yours and you ran your fingers through his soft hair. He held your chin the way he did before then moved both his hands to your cheeks. It didn't hurt. You kissed back, melting into his arms. "I think I love you y/n" he whispered as he pushed your hair behind you ears. "Me too" you whispered. He took your hand. "I'll sleep on the couch, you can sleep in my bed" "No!" I cried "I should sleep on the couch, it's only polite" "no, you've gone through enough today I insist" he smiles. "No way" you smile "I'll be alright. "If you're so insistent on me taking the bed why don't we both sleep in it?" You can't help but be surprised. "Ok, fine" you smile and both head to Brendon's bedroom.

   You realized you had no pajamas, or any clothes for that matter. His bed was huge and man was it comfortable.
" you can wear one of my t-shirts with shorts" he offers and you accept. You go in the bathroom to put them on and realize it. This is a fucking fangirl dream. They smelled of him, some fancy cologne and the natural scent of Brendon Urie. You had to admit, it was fucking hot. The clothes were 7 sizes too big, buy you didn't care. When you walked out his breath noticeably hitched and became labored. He wore thin pajamas that made your breath hitch too. You snuggled under the covers and began crying again.

   He immediately lied down next to you and began rubbing your shoulders. "What's wrong baby?" he whispered as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "How do I live with myself, I abandoned my father. He won't ever forgive me. What will he do? What will I do" you began sobbing and he handed you a box of tissues. "Shhh, shhh, don't cry baby. I won't let you feel guilty about this. He was abusing you y/n, and I'll never forgive him. You can stay with me for however long you want, even if that means forever. I haven't ever felt this way about anyone but you. I want to protect you forever." You stopped crying as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. He sang softly into your ear

If all our life is but a dream
Fantastic posing greed
And we should feed our jewelry to the sea
For diamonds do appear to be
Just like broken glass to me

And then she said she can't believe
Genius only comes along
In storms of fabled foreign tongues
Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs
Northern downpour sends it's love

   You fell asleep in his arms and dreamt of staying there forever.