\\Brendon Urie Imagines//(I TAKE REQUESTS)

If You Wanna Throw The First Punch.

Y/N POV

I wake to find the left side of the bed cold. No suprise there. Brendon and I have been drifting apart lately. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and my feet find my slippers. The slippers Brendon bought me. For valentines. We used to be so close. What happened? I pad downstairs and my eyes trail across the living room finally meeting his back. His shoulders are shaking and his head is in his hands. I furrow my brows in sympathy and confusion. "Bren?" I say softly, almost a whisper. His gaze meets mine. His eyes are puffy and bloodshot. His cheeks are tear stained. His lashes wet. "Y-yeah Y/N *sniff*" He replies, his voice croaky. "Why are you crying?" I sit next to him and put an arm around his shoulders which have stopped shaking. "I hate myself. I can't believe I did it. I'm so sorry." My eyebrows knit together. What did he do? I refuse to even think that he has cheated on me. He wouldn't do that. Would he? I realise I have said my thoughts aloud. I look at him. "Would you?" He just stares at me. My eyesight floods with salty tears threatening to escape. I stand myself up and walk away from him until my back is met with the wall. I shake my head. "no,no,no,no,nO,NO,NO..." The string of words start as a whisper, morph into a shout and mould into a scream. I break down into a sobbing mess, my back slides down the wall until I am a heap on the floor. I look up having finally calmed down. He's looking at me from the sofa (A/N UK mothafuckas." "Who was it? When did it start? How far did you go?" I ask looking at him directly in the eyes. "A girl named Jessie." "Let me see a photo." He hands me his phone. She's gorgeous. Blonde beach waves cascade down her shoulders. Her face owns a pair of full pink lips and almond shaped, ocean blue eyes paired with lucuous black lashes. Her boobs are big covered by a cropped black jumper (A/N sweater) Her stomach is toned and Sun kissed. Her ass is large and surrounded by a black and blue pencil skirt it's length ending halfway to her knees. "She's a looker." I smile. I throw his phone so it smashes. He looks up scared. I reply with an emotionless face. "When did it start?" "6 months ago." "How far have you gone?" "The full way." "Cool. Now leave before I fuck up your face." I stare at the floor. "Y/N please forgive me." "GO!" I scream standing up. "NO!" I throw a punch at his face and he returns it. I hold me cheek, mouth open in shock. I scurry away into the corner of the room. He follows. "PLEASE DONT HURT ME!" I scream protecting my head which is placed in between my bent legs. He breaks down into tears and runs out of the house, gets in his car and drives off. I cry myself into a disturbed slumber.

Word count : 533

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