Demons ( A Brendon Urie a.u )

17.

Brendon's POV:

I rushed downstairs, rage burning in the back of my head.

I found her mother, sitting at the kitchen table with a whiskey in her hands, laughing to herself.

"Miss Francis?" I asked, and her head lifted up to meet my eyes.

"Who the hell are you, and why are you in my house?" She slurred, squinting at me.

"I'm Brendon, Camilla's boyfriend." I said, holding my hand out, but she just stared at it.

"Who's Camilla? Anyways, what do you want?" She questioned.

She doesn't even know her daughters name?

"She your daughter, but I don't like the way you are treating her." I reasoned, and she just laughed.

"Oh her." She rolled her eyes, "Wait, aren't you that bastard that took her away from me in the middle of something?"

My eyebrows furrowed in frustration, "Yes, I guess I am that bastard that saved your daughter from getting practically killed." I spat, and she shook her head.

"Why did you? She's not important, merely just trash. She doesn't deserve anything." She said, and I slammed my hand on the table, her whiskey bottle turning over and spilling all over the tiled floor.

"This is where you are wrong. You don't deserve anything that comes to you except for your liver failing from that f*cking poison in a glass bottle you are drinking." I seethed, and she sickly smiled.

"I guess I do deserve that, but at least I got to see the look on her face every time she fell to the ground." She laughed, and It took everything for me to not hurt her like she did to Camilla.

"Well then, I bet you wouldn't mind me taking her to live at my house then right?" I asked, and she shrugged.

"I could care less sweetheart." She said, and she got up to grab another glass of whiskey.

I nodded and ran upstairs, finding Camilla putting almost her whole closet in a suitcase.

She turned to me in the doorway and she smiled, despite the dried blood under her cute little nose.

"I heard her say I could go with you, so I started packing right away."

I smiled and walked up to her, putting my arms around her tightly, never wanting to let go.

"Ouch, Brendon." She winced, and I pulled away quickly, to see Camilla holding her side in pain.

"Darling, did I hurt you?" I asked, concerned.

"No, no Brendon. You didn't, she did." She said, referring to her mother.

I reached my hand out to the hem of her shirt, and looked up to her for consent.

She nodded gingerly, and I lifted up her shirt on the side she had pain.

My mouth hung open when I saw a wide spread bruise on her ribs.

I leaned down and gently kissed the area, and she blushed from the corner of my eye.

I pulled her shirt back down, pulling her into a more gentle hug.

"Don't worry, I'm gonna get you out of here."