"NO! GET OFF OF ME! HELP!" I screamed.
I looked back to see Dallon looking back at me with tears in his eyes.
I will get you out, I promise He mouthed.
"You are going to regret this." Brendon clenched his jaw.
He threw me over my shoulder, and kept on walking. I slightly looked up to see Dallon running the other way. I sure hope he is going to get help. Or else i'm totally dead. Literally.
When we were coming close to the house, I started kicking and squirming to get away. But he kept his firm grip on me the whole time. He carried me inside, and to the top of the pitch black basement. Oh my god, please don't.
"Please don't, please!" I begged.
He threw me backward onto the hard stairs, causing me to hit my head pretty damn hard. I tumbled down the stairs just like I did the first fucking time he did this. When I landed on the cold concrete, I looked up sharply.
The last thing I heard was Brendon's sinister laugh, followed by the basement door slamming, leaving me in complete darkness once again. I felt something dripping down my forehead, and into my face. Slowly, I reached to the back of my head to feel blood gushing out of the wound from when I slammed my head into the step. Thanks Brendon. Love you too.
Suddenly, the darkness started spinning around me. Eventually, I fell forward and darkness overcame me.
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"Goddamn Scarlet." A familiar voice woke me. I opened my eyes and let them adjust to the light around me. I lay still on the floor, not able and not wanting to move.
"I didn't think I threw you that hard." Sure. Sure you didn't. What a fucking lier. I felt Brendon pick me up, and take me upstairs. I looked over his shoulder to a horrific scene. It literally looked like he killed someone. And that someone would be me pretty soon. But there was a pool of blood where I was once laying.
We came to the room upstairs where I was when I gave him a second chance. I closed my eyes and pretended to still be passed out, dreading what he would do to me when I wake up. He set my limp body down, and put that same collar on me, and tied my hands together behind my back.
"I'm really sorry, but you did this to yourself." He laughed.
He shook me, forcing my eyes to open slightly. He had a knife on him. He's actually going to kill me!
"Hi princess! How was your beauty sleep?" He asked sarcastically.
I sat myself up.
"Pretty fucking fantastic if you ask me." I responded sassily.
I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, and I screamed.
I coughed up blood, it spilling out of my mouth and down my chin.
I looked down to see my worst nightmare. He stabbed me. He actually did it.
"I told you. If you disrespect me, you will regret it. And I think you regret it, don't you? Hmm?"
I was so close to passing out, but I heard something that made my heart pound, and raised my hope for surviving.
Sirens.
They got louder and louder.
"FUCK! WHAT DID YOU DO!" He yelled, and slapped me.
The sirens were at their loudest. Literally in the driveway.
"It's not what I did. It's what Dallon did, motherfucker." I said sternly, getting louder and closer to his face with every word.
"GODDAMN IT!" He screamed, jumping up, running a hand through his dark brown hair.
We heard the door get knocked down, and heard police rush inside.
"HELP ME! I'M IN HERE! I'M HURT!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH!"
Police rushed in, a paramedic rushing to my side, and police handcuffing Brendon.
"NO! GET OFF OF ME! SCARLET, I WILL BE BACK FOR YOU! I WILL KILL YOU!" He yelled.
"FUCK YOU! YOU CAN'T HURT ME ANYMORE! GO TO HELL!" I screamed back at him.
"She's going into shock! We need to hurry up, she's bleeding out!" The paramedic yelled at everybody.
I totally forgot about the knife still stuck in my stomach. But I didn't care. I just cared about Brendon getting jailed forever.
I got lifted into the ambulance, and everything started to become fuzzy. I got really nervous when I didn't see Dallon.
The last thing I heard was my heartbeat monitor racing faster and faster, and the paramedic yelling,
"She's losing too much blood!"
Everything starting spinning, and eventually faded to black.
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Kidnapped ~Brendon Urie Fanfic~
Fanfiction"How was your little nap, sleeping beauty?" Brendon appeared suddenly. I didn't answer. He started to walk toward me, and kneeled down to my level. I spat in his face, causing him to slap me. "Feisty one, I see. Well, we're going to have to fix that...
