Original Sin // Brendon Urie

Chapter 3

I sat in the office, nervously waiting for someone to call my name. In the back of my mind there was a voice hoping it would be Brendon. I hadn't been able to fully forget about him. Anytime I did something, I would find at least one way to connect it to him. I was snapped out of my daze when I hard a man chuckling right in front of me.

"Ms.Sharp. You seemed to have dazed off, thinking about me i'm sure." I looked up to see Dr.Urie smirking. "It's okay, though i'll need you to come back with me to my office." I didn't know what to say, I just stared at him like an idiot. His brown eyes looked confused.

"Oh, um, sure." I stood up and began to follow him.

"Are you feeling okay Hera? You could have just texted if you wanted to see me. I gave you my number for a reason."

"So it was your number then." He laughed at me, and opened a door. Gesturing for me to go in, he followed me closely.

"Of course. Who else's would it have been?" I ignored him, and looked around at the room we were in. It wasn't a normal exam room, maybe a private office. I was about to ask why we were here when I felt Brendon press against my back. He placed his hands on my waist and pulled me into him. I could feel a little more than I wanted to admit.

"W-what are you-" I stuttered, feeling his breath on my neck.

"Are you here about the internship, Hera?" His face was close to mine, and my breath hitched. I tried to break away but his grip was firm.

"N-no. I'm sick. That's the only reason I came back." He let go of me and smirked.

"Oh please Hera. You have a cold at most, and you know it. It's not bad enough for you to need to come in." Without thinking I started to leave.

"Fine. I guess i'll go home then." I angrily began to march out the door. I couldn't stand him or his cocky attitude. He was just a jerk. I angrily muttered under my breath. "I never wanna see you again." I couldn't see his face, but I could hear him do what sounded like punching a wall. I forced myself to keep walking until I was in the lobby, feeling incredibly guilty for leaving Brendon there.

I put my face in my hands, sighing loudly. I won't be able to forgive myself if I don't at least make sure he's okay. I turned around and began speed walking back to his office. The door was closed when I got there, but there was a nameplate beside it that said Urie. I rapped my knuckles on the door lightly, unsure of what to do.

"Come back later!" Brendon sounded angry. I don't think he knew it was me.
Or maybe he did and I just pissed him off. Slowly, I began to open the door. He must have noticed because he began shouting again. "I said to come back later! I'm busy!" He was scary when he was like this, I had to admit.

"I'm sorry." I spoke softly, scared to get yelled at more. His voice immediately perked up.

"Hera? You can come in, just give me a minute." I decided to go in anyway, not really wanting to wait.

Brendon was sitting on his desk, holding a cloth to his knuckles. There were also three holes in the wall that weren't there before.

"Why did you attack that poor wall?" I jokingly asked him as I sat down in the rolley chair behind his desk.

"Hah. Guess it made me angry." He laughed a little and scratched his head.

"Are your hands okay?"

"Yeah, just a little bruised and slightly bloody." I was wondering if he punched the wall because of me.

"So... What made you that angry? You were yelling pretty loud. It scared me a little if i'm honest." He looked upset again.

"Oh. It doesn't matter. I'm sorry I scared you, but why did you come back?"

"I was worried about you, I heard you punch the wall the first time. I'd feel bad if you weren't okay." He smirked at me.

"Guess someone just couldn't resist me."

"For your information, I don't like you. You're just an asshole."

"You'll come around, i'm sure of it." I spun around in his chair a little.

"Come around to what?" I immediately stopped spinning when I heard his answer.

"Come around for me." My face turned a bright red at his words when I realized their double meaning.

"Y-you doctors are really eager to examine the body, huh?" He took his glasses off and stared at me.

"Just yours." I didn't know what to say, so I spun around to face the wall. When I didn't speak, he continued. "This is going to end with you in my bed, one way or another. You can't resist me." My face was bright red now. I cleared my throat and changed the subject.

"So you said I just had a cold? That's good, I should be heading home now." Quickly I stood up out of the chair and began to exit. He half smiled at me.

"Okay Hera, i'll be seeing you later."

"Goodbye Brendon. We'll see."

I drove home quickly, just laying in my bed. If he wasn't before, Brendon was very obviously flirting with me now. He acted semi decent today, but I still didn't enjoy all his sexual comments. He was just some rich kid doctor from Vegas. I didn't know why he had taken such a liking to me though. I thought I would have some time to think about everything, but then my phone started buzzing. Repeatedly. Any guesses to who was texting me? It was the one and only, Dr.Urie.

Brendon: You're playing very hard to get Hera

Me: Because you're a random dude I barely know

Brendon: Doesn't mean I can't take you home with me. My
House is big. So are other things

Me: Brendon you're disgusting

His comments were gross but I had to admit, they had an affect on me.

Brendon: I doubt that's what you'll be saying when-

I shut my phone off before I could even finish reading what he was going to say. I wasn't sure I wanted to know. I don't know why I would need to see Brendon again anytime soon, which meant I hopefully wouldn't have to worry about him.

Something I had no idea about was the fame attached to the name Dr.Brendon Urie. It was there, but I was clueless. A quick internet search revealed that he was a prodigy at what he did. He had accumulated quite a large sum of money using his skills, and was renowned in his home state. So, a rich doctor with a high sex drive. Why would he be going after me though? I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to him.