Rock 'N Roll Ruined Everything

Let's Get These Teen Hearts Beating Faster

[Sarah's POV]

Returning home was absolute hell. In our short weekend of being gone, Alex had vandalized and nearly destroyed Amy's home. He knew I had been staying there for a short time after our fight, and the scene we returned home to was anything less than homely.

"What the fuck!?" Amy yelled, as we stood at the end of her driveway. Across her garage were the words 'WHORE' spray painted in red. Her mailbox was knocked over and completely wrecked, a rock had been thrown through her front window. The front yard was trashed and it smelled faintly of something burning.

"Amy...this is my fault." I say, sadness in my voice. Because I had disobeyed him, because I had left, he had done this. "I'm so sorry."

"No!" Amy says, turning to look at me. "This is not your fault. He's just...a crazy fucking asshole." She says, grinding her teeth slightly.

"I'll fix this," I say. "I promise."

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Before anyone can stop me, I've arrived to Alex's place. I promised myself I'd never go back there once we had gotten home, but I needed to fix things. I needed to stand up for myself.  I can see the light is on in the den, which means he's home. Taking a deep breath, I brush my hair out of my face and walk up to the door. Letting myself in with my key, I stand in the doorway, making eye contact with him from the living room.

"You're home." He says, his voice cold, and not at all surprised.

"I'm only stopping by." I say, trying to keep my voice level.

He laughs, and the way it sounds makes my skin crawl. It sounded sick, evil, malicious. Before I can even blink,  he's standing in front of me, cupping my face. I can smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Jesus Christ, Alex. It's 8am."

"It's 5'oclock somewhere, dollface." He says.

I want to throw up.

"Listen," I say, pushing him gently away from me. "I cam here to give you these." I say, handing him my keys. "I took most of my stuff already, so that won't be an issue." I continue.

"You're breaking up with me." He says it as a statement.

"Yes." I start. "And I'm not sorry abou-"

SMACK.

He's hit me again. But this time, with much more force, busting my lip open. I feel the blood pooling from the fresh wound. Tears prick my eyes, but I stagger the strength to push him back. He stumbles, mostly due to his inebriation, bumping into the wall.

"FUCK. YOU." I scream, my chest heaving, and in that moment I feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. "You never deserved me. We're fucking over!" I shout.

"Over my dead body." He growls, lunging at me. I step to the side, and run past him, out the front door. Never looking back.

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I'm running until it feels like my lungs are on fire but I've got no destination. I'm just running until my legs physically give out. Tears have stained my face, and my lip has finally stopped bleeding, but is now a puprle-ish blue and starting to bruise. I'm sitting on the curb of the street, God know's where I am. I don't even recognize the neighborhood. With my head in my hands, I let out a loud sob. All the hurt and pain, everything that I had been wanting to avoid, now racking through my body with a force more powerful than I can comprehend.

I'm interrupted from my thoughts when I hear a voice, a voice that is all too familiar to me.

"Sarah?"

I don't look up. I don't move at all, I don't want anyone to see me like this.

"Sarah? Is that you?"

Finally, I force myself to look up. My blue eyes meet his chocolate brown, and the expression on his face breaks my heart. I don't even have the strength in me to ask how, or why he's here. "Brendon..." I start, my voice raspy.

He's kneeling down next to me now, his face etched in worry and something that hints at anger. "What the hell happened to you?" He asks.

I shake my head, fresh tears starting to fall from my cheeks. "I...I left him." I start. His strong arms wrap around me, pulling me to him. I bury my face in his chest, sobs shaking my body and I can't help but feel completely comfortable in his arms. Like they were meant to hold me.

"Who? Who did you leave?" He asks. I realize, he's got no idea about Alex.

"M-m-my...boyf-" I start, but then catch myself, correcting my mistake. "My ex."

Brendon just nods, gently rubbing small circles on my back. "It's okay." He whispers, trying his best to soothe me. He gently takes my face in his large, warm hands, forcing me to look up at him. "Did he do this to you?"

I swallow thickly, nodding. "Yes." I manage to get out.

His eyes seem to harden, and I feel his grip around me tighten somewhat. Before I realize what's going on, he's picked me up in his arms and starts walking. "Where...are we going?" I ask, sniffling.

"Inside." He says, walking up the driveway of the house we'd been sitting in front of.

"But...people live here, Brendon." I say, confused.

"Yeah." He says, "I do."

"What?" I ask him. There's no way...Brendon Urie only lived two neighborhoods over from me.

"Well, only occasionally." He says, opening up the door and carrying my over the threshold bridal style. "Just when I'm in town visiting some old friends." He says, walking up the stairs and into his bathroom. Finally, he sets me down on the cold tile floor, and I look at him.

"I can walk, ya know." I say, doing my best to force a smile.

He nods. "I know. I just wanted to help." He says. He can tell I'm about to ask a million questions, because he places a finger to my lips to silence me. "After we get you cleaned up, and you call Amy to let her know whats going on, and we talk...about what's happened, I promise. Then you can ask all the questions you want. Okay?"

I nod. "Okay." I say quietly.