(A/N this is the last chapter. Also, Brendon's wearing the suit he wears in The Doab video in this chapter.)
Faelecia's POV
Sarah drove off as fast as she could, while I was hyperventilating in the front seat.
"So we're running away from Brendon?!" I asked. She nodded and continued driving.
"It's for the best. He was gonna torture you. And he was possibly gonna kill me. Now here, take my phone and call 9-1-1, alright?" She said, taking her phone out of her back pocket.
I dialled the number and put the phone on speaker.
"9-1-1 what's your emergency?" The operator picked up.
"Brendon Urie. We know where Brendon Urie is." Sarah said.
"Where is he?"
Sarah told the operator his house address and her house address.
"Ma'am, why did you give us two addresses?" Asked the operator.
"Because, I think he's after us, so send police to both addresses." Sarah ordered.
"Alright, policemen are on their way."
I hung up the phone and Sarah smiled.
Even in the worst situations, Sarah can stay calm and spread the optimism.
"Alright, so when we get home, I'm gonna turn off all the lights and lock all the doors. Then, we're going to hide in the bathroom." Sarah said.
"Why though, the cops are on their way." I asked.
"Because, Brendon might be following us now, he was in his room when we left. He might get to my place before the cops do, so we need to hide for when he does come." She explained, making me nod and understand.
"So you go to the bathroom immediately while I shut off the lights. This is urgent, no horsing around." She was still being really nice, even if she was ordering me around.
Brendon on the other hand, even if he seemed to be nice to you, he was meaner than ever.
God, don't I hate Brendon, and his stupid nice hair, and lips, eyes, nose, eyebrow scar, figure, and everything about him.
Stop it, me! He ruined your life, and he's just overall a horrible man, no matter how pretty he is.
"Alright, we're here! Let's go, quickly!" We both ran out of the car and into the house.
I ran to the closest bathroom as Sarah locked all the doors. She ran to the bathroom and locked the door.
She placed the garbage in front of the door, probably in hope that no one could open the door.
I heard a door close, not an actual door, but a car door.
The door thumped and Brendon was yelling through it. When he didn't succeed at opening the front door, he stopped, but I knew he wasn't giving up.
The sound of glass breaking shattered through the room and I grew pale. Sarah covered my mouth, I'm guessing she thought I was gonna scream.
I heard his expensive shoes clack on Sarah's kitchen tiles, and then they got closer and closer.
"God, Orzechowski, you never really knew how to escape me, did you? You really thought that if you left all the doors open, except for this one, I wouldn't think you were in the bathroom?" He asked, and I heard a gun cock.
"Now open the door before I have to open it myself."
I felt my hand reaching for the knob, I couldn't help it, but Sarah stopped me.
He kicked the door once and it fell down. Weirdly enough, he had a nice black suit on.
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Why would he wear an expensive suit if he's most likely gonna get blood on it?
My mind was racing with thoughts as I saw the tall man step in front of Sarah and me. We both backed up, but hit the walls.
Brendon took a knife out of his holster. He still had a holster while wearing a fancy suit.
What a weirdo.
He pointed the gun to Sarah and the knife to me.
"Since you stole my kid, you die." He extended his arm until the tip on the gun touched Sarah's forehead.
"And since you went and told Sarah, you get tortured. Let's start now." He bent down, dropped the gun, but stepped on it so Sarah couldn't get it. He gripped my arm and sliced a deep cut in my arm.
I screamed as loud as I could. This is the most pain I've ever had.
"Shut up! You're always so loud. If you scream one more time, I'll go deeper and do it multiple times, your choice, kid." He spat, figuratively.
I cried, taking a towel from beside me and applying pressure to the wound. A little after placing the towel on my arm, it became a dark red. The whole towel.
Brendon then picked up his gun and pointed it to Sarah.
"Back to business. Sarah get ready." He placed his finger on the trigger. I felt extremely bad for Sarah, she didn't deserve this, I did.
A cop showed up behind Brendon, and Brendon didn't noticed.
I looked at the cop, who was motioning Sarah and I to knock the weapons out of Brendon's hands.
I slapped his arm and the knife flew out, landing in the sink. Sarah did the same, but the gun flew in the tub.
The cop then went behind Brendon and cuffed one of his hands, moving the other part to his other hand.
"Brendon Urie, you're under arrest for murder, abduction and torture." Said the cop. Brendon struggled in the cops grip.
"I may be going to jail, but I will find a way to leave, and I will find you guys, and then kill you, so be prepared." He said through grit teeth.
"Hey Brendon, have fun peeing in front of a bunch of dudes." I said. He death glared me and then spat near me.
Luckily, he missed. I kicked his shin, which didn't do anything. He laughed evilly and then was pushed out by a guard.
"Be prepared, because I will get my revenge."
(Well, that's the end of this book! Hope you guys enjoyed it! This was one of my favourite books to write, and if you haven't already, go read all my other books!)
