Adopted By Him..

Part 18

*After appointment // Damiens POV*

I run outside, and to Brendons car. I could see 3 tall figures infront of his car, but I didn't know who, as they were blurry. God, why don't I wear my glasses? As I got closer, I saw their faces more clearly, and I swear my heart stopped beating.

The 3 guys were my bullies. James, Noah and Lucas. Oh Lord. I was very small compared to them, as they stood at 6'2, and I stood at a mere 5'3.

"Well, well, well." James says. "Look who we have here, our favorite tranny." Noah and Lucas snort.

Come on Brendon, hurry.

I feel a pair of hands pressed firmly into my wrists. And another pressed into my ankles. And the final pair pressed onto my mouth and behind my head. They soon release the pressure, but jerk me so I'm kind of, lay down on their hands.

I slowly close my eyes, and softly breath, so they hopefully get the impression I've fainted. Surprisingly, they do. The conversation picks up.

"So Lucas," I assume James says. "What's your plan?"

"I don't know man," Lucas says back. "I think we can scar this little girl."

"Guys," Noah pipes up quietly. "Ur-"

"Shut it Noah."

"Guys, Urie's back." He says a little louder.

"What?" James and Lucas say in unison. I try my hardest not to smile, and I succeed.

A few seconds later, I feel something solid against my, now aching, back. A wall, or something. I flop over, like any unconscious person would, and they all burst out laughing.

"Dude," I assume Lucas says, dragging the 'u' out, laughing. "We could have some serious fun with her!"

Shit.

I feel a cold pair of hands rest on my hips. I try not to squirm.
I hear my zipper unzip, and my pants slide down. My underwear remains in place, thankfully.
I feel heavy breathing up against my neck, and my shirt sliding up my torso, resting on, what I'm guessing, my binder.

I can't go through with this. I need Brendon. I open my eyes slightly, to see the 3 men, unzipping their jeans. Oh god. OH GOD!

I scream, hoping Brendon heard me.

And then everything goes black.

*Brendons POV*

I run, hopefully closer to Damiens scream. It was a short scream, but laughter shortly followed.

I reach Damien in about 3 minutes, and he's there. Flopped over, as the 3 unknown men stand there, doubled over, laughing. They don't notice I'm there, so I sneak over to Damien, and gently pick him up, pulling his shirt down and his pants up.

"Hey, Urie," Someone says from behind me. "Give us back Alice."

I turn around, Damien practically lifeless in my arms. "Excuse me?"

"You heard, give us Alice back."

I put on a confused look. "Alice? Who's Alice?"

All 3 facepalm. "The girl your holding, dumbass."

I make an 'o' shape with my mouth. "Oh, this isn't Alice, this is my son, Damien."

They all snort. "Son?!" They ask in unison, before breaking into laughter. 

I shake my head, before rushing off, and back to my car. I open the passenger door, and place Damien inside, buckling him up, before rushing to the drivers side, and swiftly stepping in. I buckle myself in, and start the engine. 

Hospital time.