Lost// Brendon Urie// Finished

Chapter 6

Blair slammed the door open. 

"How's your dress?" She said putting a hand on my knee. I pulled away.

"I don't feel well, I need to go for a walk," I said standing up

"At 3 am? Not happening!" Blair argued.

"I really need fresh air, I'm not okay!" I yelled while my breathing grew heavy. 

"Okay, okay, be careful," Blair said softly as I ran off. I ran out of the resort and looked up at the sky. When I was stressed I would look up and see the stars, it would calm me. But I wasn't in New York anymore, I was in L.A. and there weren't any stars. I sighed and started walking. I walked for what seemed to be miles, I turned and was ready to turn back, but realized I couldn't see the resort anymore. I called Blair, but it went straight to voicemail,  I had no one. 

"What's a pretty thing like you doing out here all by yourself?" a strange male said behind me. I turned to see an older man with tattoos come out of the shadows. He had on a black tank top and black jeans. He was completely bald with a creepy smile plastered on his face.

"I was just out for a walk, I'm heading back now," I said hoping not to show I was nervous.

"All alone?" He said in a deep voice looking around me.

"Y-Yeah," I stuttered, I couldn't lie, I obviously was alone.

"Aw, you stuttered, are you scared of me?" He said getting close to me. I slowly take a few steps back.

"N-no of course not," I looked down. I was about to run but he took his large hands and pinned me to the brick wall. My head slammed into the building and rang. He took his one hand off my wrists but was still able to hold me in place with one. He slowly brought them up my dress, toying with my underwear.

"Get off!" I screamed, struggling to try and get out of his grip. A tear fell as I closed my eyes and just waited for it to be over knowing I had no chance of escape. 

"You're all mine," The guy whispered to me as he ran his hand on my back. I opened my eyes to see the guy fall to the ground limb. Before I could run away someone grabbed me.

 I looked up and saw Brendon, he was carrying me bridal style as we ran. I could have screamed at him, told him I had it under control, but I would be lying. Instead, I wrapped my arms around his neck and cried into his chest. I know I didn't like him, at all. But in this situiation, he was my hero. I felt him sit down on the side of the road. His arms wrapped around my waist. 

"Are you okay?" He whispered to me. I couldn't reply, I just nodded my head and continued to cry. I didn't look up even though I felt Brendon stand up. He set me down in the backseat of a car and drove. I pulled his jacket around me tighter. I was picked up once again and brought into a building. I assumed it was his house. I felt him walk upstairs before I was finally set down on a bed covered in satin sheets.

I didn't want to let go of Brendon, I felt safe, and comforted. A feeling I never really got by anyone that wasn't Blair. 

"I'm sorry I let you go," He whispered to me. I unwrapped him from my arms. 

"What do you mean?" I sniffed. Brendon took his hand and set it on my jaw, he took his thumb and gently wiped away the tears.

"I saw you walk out of the resort, I was going to stop you because I know how dangerous L.A. gets at night, but I let you go," He said gently.

"It's not your fault," I whispered sliding down and laying my head on his leg. I slowly drifted off to sleep. But wondered, where was this Brendon the whole time? Why was he so rude before? I didn't understand. God, Mr. Urie, you truly are a strange man.