(A/N - I'm gonna end this book a chapter early, otherwise it'll just drag on and probably make no sense, so, enjoy.
>Also y'all are welcome for the double upload.)
*3.5 years later*
"Brendon!" I shout while running down the stairs. "I'm officially 3 years on testosterone!"
He emerges from the kitchen, a huge smile plastered on his face. "Happy 3 years Dame!" He says warmly, scuffing my hair up.
Let me tell you, testosterone has done some amazing things to my body. I'm happy to say, I'm no longer the little girl called Alice, I'm a guy called Damien.
Oh, the whole moving thing? Yeah, that didn't happen, thankfully. I got to stay with Declan throughout school, and made some new friends in this LGBT club thing.
To my surprise, there's a lot of trans girls/guys in school. One girl sticks out from the rest, though. Her names Alexis, and she's beautiful.
I liked her for about a year, before I built up enough courage to ask her out on a date. To my surprise, she said yes, and we've been together ever since.
Life's been amazing for the past 3 years, I started testosterone, I met new friends, I got myself a girlfriend. I haven't been happier.
Oh, and Sarah. Well, here's the thing. Brendon has no idea where she is, nor do I. I get these random texts off her every so often, telling me to do stupid things to Brendon. I've never messaged her back, but I've thought about it. Its always the same time, 7pm, no earlier, no later. Brendon knows about these weird texts, and looks at my phone in horror everytime.
It's 7pm now, a Sunday. My phone buzzes next to me, making me jump. The first 'Sunday message' off Sarah, huh. I haven't had a Sunday message off Sarah since this started 3 weeks ago. Weird.
Sarah:
Damien, I need to tell you something.
This was different from any other message. It didn't start off with "Go to Brendon and.."
My thumbs hovered above the keyboard, before I typed back.
Damien:
What? That you've been gone for almost 4 years. I'm shocked.
Sarah:
Very funny.. Now, is Brendon nearby?
I was going to lie to Sarah, but I didn't care, she disappeared. She left us.
I called Brendon, and he soon came running down, panting.
I looked down at my phone, trying to indicate I'm talking to Sarah. He sat down softly next to me, and looked over at my phone.
Damien:
Nope.
Sarah:
Okay, good. I only left because I didn't want to be around Brendon anymore, he was just too manipulative, and I hated it. I'm working, full time, plus I have a husband and twins.
My whole body froze, and I almost dropped my phone.
"Bre-" I say, but trailed off, as I realized he disappeared.
Being the scaredy cat I am, I began to worry.
My hands began to shake, a lot.
Damien:
Brendon isn't manipulative though. He gets angry easily, but that's about it.
Sarah:
He does, but he's also very manipulative. Trust me Damien.
Damien:
How? How can I trust you after you left us one day and didn't bother to come back? I can't trust you Sarah, and I thought that was clear.
Sarah:
Just watch out, Damien. He's dangerous.
Dangerous? How can the softest man on Earth be dangerous?
I didn't bother messaging back, instead I messaged Brendon.
Damien:
Bren? Where did you go?
(Seen 7:15)
Damien:
Brendon?
(Delivered 7:16)
I couldn't contain my shakes, or my tears. I broke down, and slid off the couch and onto the floor, tucking my knees into my chest. I heard my phone ring behind me, so I shakily grabbed it, and looked at the Caller ID. It was unknown. Awesome. I didn't pick up, I just let it ring.
My phone rung again shortly after. Brendon. I answered, and was greeted ever so warmly, by an angry Brendon. I didn't want to talk at all, so I stayed quiet throughout Brendons ramble. I eventually ended the call, and threw my phone across the room.
--
Now, if you would've told me 4 years I was going to be adopted by a person I look up to, quite literally, I wouldn't have believed you.
But look where I am now, a safe place, sat in complete silence wondering where the hell Brendon went.
The past 4 years have been great, apart from a few messes, but it's all in the past, even though they stick to me like tape.
I'm Damien Urie, and that, is my bumpy life, all mushed into one story.
The. End.
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