Demons ( A Brendon Urie a.u )

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Brendon's POV:

She fell asleep in my arms, her head on my chest, and her soft snores were the only thing you could hear along with my breathing.

I smile in content, as I brushed her thick, brown hair along my fingers, some of the tangles catching as I move my hand slowly.

We were up against her headboard, after the incident in her bathroom, we walked in here as I sang to her softly, which happened to make her fall asleep.

Damn, I just can't believe that she thinks that she is a ugly creature, and shouldn't deserve any affection. For one, she is no where near being a creature. Second, she is one of the most gorgeous people I have ever laid eyes on.

It pains me to know that she doesn't think she is beautiful. If she ever saw herself in my eyes, she would think she was a goddess made by lord himself.

I yawned while placing the comforter over our bodies, and my eyes fluttered closed.

Camilla's POV:

"Camilla! Open this damn door right now or you'll be sorry!" My mother screamed from the other side of my door.

My eyes opened wide, I was still in the same pjs as I wore last night, and Brendon was in his boxers.

His head was placed on top of mine, which I presumed he was still sleeping.

"Brendon! Brendon!" I whisper/yelled, shaking his arm violently.

"Hmmm? What?" He croaked, his morning voice sent a tingle down my spine.

The voice of my mothers loud threats at the other side of my door sent Brendon's eyes wide.

"W- What do I do?" He panicked, looking around frantically.

I spotted the closet, and he jumped off the bed taking his clothes with him.

"If something happens to you, I am coming out." He whispered, and he shut the door quietly.

"Camilla! Open up right now!" My mother screamed again.

I sighed, walking over to my door and unlocking it, sending my mom to bust open the door, it hitting me in the face.

I fell on the floor, holding my nose in agony.

My mother looked at me with a sickening grin, "I guess I didn't have to do much then."

She sent a sharp kick to my ribs, and I gasped for air before she slammed the door.

Brendon barged out of the closet, running towards me.

"What the hell did she do to you?" He rasped, looking at my nose.

"She hit me with the door and kicked me." I coughed, and he winced after I finished my sentence.

He fumed, walking towards my door.

"Where are you going?" I ask, and he just shakes his head.

"What she did was wrong."