Skin✄Brendon Urie Fanfiction

12. Kai

Slowly, carefully, I turned around to face him.

I felt the weight of my phone in my pocket. The urge to call someone, anyone.

His eyes bounced back from the photos in my hand, Mia's bloody cover-up, to me, then back to the two other things again. Quiet panic reached his eyes, as he evaluated the situation and realized what I had seen. The panic crept up my spine. This is not good. Not good at all.

He blinked and drew his eyebrows together, he looked very sorry. "Kai, baby," his mouth drew into a tight line. "This wasn't supposed to happen now, but I guess you've seen so much..."

My heart beat faster, pounding in my chest and my stomach had dropped to my feet.

"Brendon. I won't tell anyone, I promise, just let me go home, please." Anything to get out of this.

So many clues and hints that pointed to the fact that Brendon was a psychopath. For starters, he new that I was going for an art scholarship, I had never told him about that. He must have found my student files in the school office. Haphazardly shoving papers and a notebook into a locker when I approached him. Then seeing that flash of silver from his backpack. Though that one could just be me not seeing right, at this point it could be anything—something innocent, like the metal part of a paint brush that connects the bristles to the handle, or something completely different, like a knife. When he drove me home that first day, I didn't even give him my address, yet he knew where I lived. Ruby didn't even know about these things and she was suspicious. I had been too blinded by his external beauty to see through it, to see all the errors in whatever he had been planning.

"Come here, Kai."

I kept my feet planted on the hardwood floors.

Taking a more stern, dangerously quiet tone, but softening his gaze, "Come here, Kai."

I took slow steps toward him.

"There you go," he said and pulled me in close wrapping his arms around me. His skin was warm and welcoming and he had his usual addictive scent, but he felt different. This embrace was hollow.

He rocked us back and forth and smoothed his hands over my hair. He rested his chin on the top of my head.

"I want you to stay still, okay, Kai?"

This is when I began to realize what I had gotten myself into. I had seen what Brendon could do, break someone's bones with one hit. My heart collapsed on itself, like a crumpled piece of paper. What was this boy going to do to me? The backs of my eyes ached, and they glossed over, and first time in a while, I wanted to cry.

I stayed still. There was no fighting him. He kept his hold on me and began to walk us backwards, towards his drawers, pulled something out of one. I heard glass clink inside, liquid pouring.

I had to get out of this. He had my arms pinned to my side, but my legs were free. I brought my knee up, burying into his stomach.

His grip weakened and he almost doubled over and I attempted to push him away but he was too strong, too strong.

"Nice try, baby. Very powerful, though, I like that."

I began to shake, my shoulders trembled, my breathing speed increasing by the second.

"Deep breaths, darling,"

I felt a pinch in my neck, something like ice shot through my senses. Nothing like a needle going into your skin.

I knew what was next, I had read it before in books and seen it in movies.

I felt drowsy, my head slumped over his shoulder. Spots danced across my vision.

Then, I lost consciousness.