Complications(Adopted by Brendon Urie)

14. "Thanks captian obvious."

The drug stuff from the last part is continued for a couple paragraphs in this part, I'll write in bold when it's done.

I stayed on the bed, defenceless and trying to stay composed, listening to her yell at me until Brendon pushed her off of me and tackled her to the ground. Sarah ran to me and checked me over to see if i had been seriously hurt, whilst I sat there, in shock from what I had just experienced. It was as if Liz became my brother, she was completely and utterly different towards me than what she had been since I first met her, she wasn't herself in the slightest.
"When did they say they'd get here?" Brendon asked, and only then I noticed that Sarah had her phone up to her ear.
"Just a second." Sarah asked how long who I presumed to be the police would be, and she responded with 5 minutes. I could already feel my cheek starting to bruise more than it already was and put my hand up to it, rubbing it, hoping the stinging would leave and that the bruise wouldn't be as lasting as the others I had. But I knew that because of my European background which gave me extremely fair skin that there would be a mark there for a couple of weeks.

Drugs are gone, so you can start reading again if you skipped that part.

When the police and ambulance came they took me away from Sarah, along with Liz. They concluded that she was drunk and under the influence of drugs, which caused her extreme aggression, then they took her to the hospital to make sure she didn't hurt herself or anyone else.

After being questioned by the police - thankfully with Sarah by my side - they let me go, and without my knowledge Brendon had called Luke to come over and make sure I felt okay. It was pretty sad that one of my only friends who I trusted was 6 years older than me, but I wasn't sure what it was about him that calmed me. It could've been that his accent reminded me of home, not as much as a Melbournian's accent, but it was close enough for me at least. Luckily, he didn't sound like a bogan or a wog, he had just the right amount of accent left in his voice which soothed me. When I think about it, all of the 5SOS boys reminded me of home. They all had the casual, laid back voice that I grew up around, which I loved. I especially enjoyed it when they - especially Michael - would get really excited and start talking really fast and loud, and only fellow Australians could understand what we were saying and it was like we were speaking an entirely different language to foreigners. We'd also use as much slang as we could, such as stubbies, servos, snags, and the infinite other words that were a part of our day to day vocabulary that we'd picked up over the years, just to confuse the Americans over wether or not that's how Australians speak.

When Luke arrived all I did was hug him, sobbing into his shirt, staining it with the minimal amount of makeup that I'd applied, but he didn't seem to mind as I went on and on about how I thought she loved and trusted me until that night. All he would do is hold me tighter and tell me that everything's okay. Eventually, we both fell asleep on my bed together and it was the second night in a row where I was cuddling with him, which I wasn't complaining about as his large body snuggled around mine perfectly. The thing is we weren't close in what seemed like a sexual way, but instead we had the weird bond that only best friends had and would make everyone question of you were dating or not. Platonic's the word, like sibling love or something like that. I find it kind of funny how Rey and Luke, who were my closest friends at the time were both guys. It just seemed that girls hated me, possibly because they were jealous of my 'fame', or that I was friends with 'teenage heartthrobs', or many other stupid reasons. But it seemed like Bridget didn't know about me, but still had this attitude towards me which seemed really presuming and she wouldn't see past that.

The next morning I woke up before Luke did so I carefully got up and went to the kitchen to have some breakfast. I didn't bother checking my phone because there was a 99% chance that word had got out about what Liz had done the previous night. I hoped that I woke up early enough that Brendon and Sarah weren't awake but they were sitting at the kitchen island, both looking completely stressed and tired. The moment I made eye contact with them I frowned and turned to walk back to my room, not wanting to deal with it at that moment.
"Annie, wait." Brendon sighed and I turned back around to face him. "We can't act like last night didn't happen."
"You're saying it as if I don't realise that." I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.
"Have you read the police report yet?" He furrowed his brows
"No I just woke up, and I don't really want to..." I rolled my shoulders, stretching my muscles a little bit.
"Well it's been released to the public, and it says that Liz was on crack." My eyes widened immediately at this, sure, she probably would've tried something along the lines of LSD at some point but I never thought that she'd do crack; or bath salts in that matter.
"Really?" I stood there, mouth wide open.
"Yes, and it says that once she came down from her high that she was in hysterics about how much of a mistake she made, but was also extremely agitated from withdrawal."
"I'm never forgiving her." I let out a shaky breath, knowing what she might do to try and apologise to me about what happened, or get my attention.
"I... Uh... Would suggest not going on any social media until we speak to a lawyer about what happened." Brendon said, obviously scrolling through a website on his phone.
"A lot of people are sending supportive messages publicly on twitter, but some people that have your number texted you." Sarah handed me my phone. "I turned off the notifications on Twitter and Instagram, if you really want to you can go on them and possibly say something about you being okay to reassure everyone, but we're about to do it on our accounts so you don't have too."
"Can you say that I'm doing okay and I'm just a bit shaken up, and I'll be logging off of all social media for a couple days or so?"
"Of course." Sarah started typing on her phone.