Demons ( A Brendon Urie a.u )

9.

Brendons pov:

I barged into his room, full of fury. My hands were balled into fists at my sides as I took Iong strides to the drunken guy on his bed.

"What are you doing in-" I didn't give him a chance to finish his sentence, as I punched him square in the jaw, him throwing his head back.

He sat back up, touching his bleeding and busted lip.

"What was that for?" He chuckled, reaching for his xbox controller.

I slapped out of his hands, taking it and chucking it out of his bedroom window.

Ryan gasped, "It's one thing to hit me, but to throw my controller out of the window? You've crossed the line bud." He attempts to get off his bed, but fell to the floor instead.

"You're lucky it's just the controller I threw out the window." I chuckled, causing Ryan to gulp loudly.

"Why'd you hit me?" Ryan said, rubbing his jaw, which was bruising as we spoke.

"You hurt Camilla, therefore, I'm going to beat your ass." I said, punching him again and again, all I saw was red.

I didn't realize my strength, cause after the punches, he was on the floor passed out.

Camilla.

I ran to the hallway, finding Camilla unconscious on the floor. Immediately, I ran over to her, calling 911.

Camillas pov:

I woke up, feeling light kisses peppering on my hand, and hearing small whimpers.

My eyes fluttered open, to see Brendon on my side, in what looked like a hospital room, his cheek pressed against my hand, his eyes red and puffy from crying.

"Bren?" I said, my voice small and raspy.

His head shot up, Brendon's saddened face transitioned into one like a boy who just opened his presents on Christmas morning.

"Darling, you're awake!" He beams, pulling me into a warm hug that I wish could last forever.

As soon as we broke away, the doctor came in, saying that I have a concussion from the fall. She also said that I couldn't go home until tommorow, which was a bummer.

Where's Ryan?

I asked Brendon just that, and a look of guilt shadowed over his perfectly sculpted face.

"I- uh, Camilla, he's in the icu." He says, avoiding my eyes.

"What?! Brendon! How could you?" I gasp, I'm at loss for words.

"How could I? He hurt you, what was I supposed to do, just stand there and do nothing? No. He hurt you Camilla." He put emphasis on the 'hurt'.

"He was just drunk, Brendon." I defended, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Sober or not, no man ever puts his hands on a lady like that, especially a lady that I truly like and care for." He retorts, his eyes widened at the realization of the words that flew out of his mouth.

"You like me? " I smirked, looking at the wildly blushing boy in front of me.

He nods, smiling wildly.

"I've liked you more than you know Camilla." He grins, taking my hands into his own.

"I think I do too Mr. Urie." I blushed.

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