Brendon Urie Imagines [✔️]

#27: Brent Who? (requested)

this was requested by @NailahLuvsNashGrier

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*Brendon's pov*

"Y/n! I'm home!" I call out to my wife and receiving no answer.

"Y/n!" I say again and still no answer.

Her car is in the driveway and her purse is in its usual spot next to the door. I called her and texted her a bunch of times and I still got no answer. I walk into the kitchen and see a note on the table.

"you may not remember me, but that's helpful to me. i have what ive always wanted; your precious little wife. you may be wondering how i know where you live and how i got in your house, but that's not important right now. if you want y/n back you can give me $20,000 by tomorrow at 8 a.m. and no later than that. i'll be in the basement of your favorite bar.
-anonymous"

"Fuck!" I curse before grabbing my keys and storming out the door.

I got in my car and started it quickly before speeding to my favorite bar. But how the fuck does this person know where I live and my favorite bar? How the fuck did they get into my house? Fucking stalker.

      I pull into the parking lot of my favorite bar before getting out of the car and walking around to the back of the bar. The rusty metal doors on the ground are open, I assume this person was ready for me. I walk into the basement to see my beloved y/n, unconscious and tied to a chair. I quietly walk over to her and caress her cheek.

"Y/n, baby, I'm here," I whisper, kissing her forehead.

"I'm gonna g-get you out of here," I say choking back tears.

      I pull out my pocket knife from my left pocket and I open it before cutting off the rope. I quickly got the rope off and I scoop y/n into my arms. Y/n soon starts to squirm in my arms.

"B-Bren," she croaks.

"I'm here, baby," I whisper.

"I see you got what I have stolen," and unfamiliar voice says from behind me.

"Who the fuck are you?" I angrily spat.

"Wow, just fucking wow," he says and I quirk an eyebrow. "You can't even remember Panic!'s first bassist." It took me a minute to realize that it's Brent Wilson standing before me. I vividly remember his annoying voice from eleven years ago. But how the fuck does he know where I live?

"So... Where's my twenty grand?" He asks.

"You know... I don't have it with me," I admit, putting y/n down.

"I never liked you, Urine. I always liked Ryan better," he scoffed.

"It's Urie," I corrected him.

"Oh, I know. Just gimme my twenty grand or I'll blow your brains out and fuck your wife," he threatens me and y/n has a worried look spread across her face.

"Looks like I'll have to kill you." He swiftly tackles me and pins me to the floor before pulling out a gun.

      I saw my pocket knife close by on the floor and Brent is holding a loaded gun to my head. He doesn't notice the knife so I quickly grab it and stab him in the back. I push him off of me and I stab his chest and make sure he's dead, taking the knife from his chest.

      Y/n wraps her arms around me, nuzzling her face into my chest. I feel her tears soak my shirt as I kiss her forehead and try to calm her down.

"You're safe now," I coo, rubbing her back.

"C-can we just go home n-now?" She cries quietly.

"Of course we can, baby," I answered before taking her out to the car and driving home.

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im sorry this took so long but that's bc my grandma is visiting me and ive also had no time. and ***REQUESTS NOW ARE CLOSED*** for this book and i got acrylic nails and they're sO HARD TO TYPE WITH !!!! so im sorry for any spelling errors but i tried my best to make sure there was none.
-halle