This was no accident; This was a Therapeutic Chain of Events: Brendon Urie

Chapter Eleven!

NEW MESSAGE

Jessabelle read on her phone. She unlcoked it and went right to her messages, hoping it would be Jecilia with the slightest bit of good news. Luckily, she was right.

Jessie: hey jessa-belly i miss u so much. i really with u were here right now :(

Jessabelle: hey je-silly-ah. i miss u 2!!!!! wen r u coming home?!

Jessie: after the funeral on friday. i should have bought 2 plane tickets i really need u now...

Jessabelle: u'll be fine. be strong. this is sumthing u need 2 do on ur own, hun.

Jessie: ig...hve u talked to ry? i miss him 2!

Jessabelle: i made him and the guys breakfast... ive been with them while ur away.

Jessie: oh. goodie then. i g2g...mom started crying again...btw, look in my closet theres a surprise 4 u its 4 the party 2night. take lots of pix and hve fun 4 me k?

Jessabelle: it wont b the same w/out u but i'll try. see u soon, Jessie

Jessabelle felt her heart sink as she pictured her friend sad, alone and in need of a friend, but her family needed her and she needed her family more than anything.

With that off her chest, Jessabelle begins to get ready for the party. Taking a shower, washing her hair, eating, brushing her teeth (really well, may I add), and begins on finding something to wear. Jessabelle stares at all the clothes in her closet.

Brendon hadn't told her what kind of party it was...she swore under her breath, not knowing what to wear. Just then, Jecilia's text message about the surprise was brought up. She nearly runs to her room and goes to her closet. She slides the door back and eyes what was in front of her.

A blue strapless dress, about knee high with a bow on the right side. A jean jacket was wrapped around the dress, the sleeves rolled up. A pair of tights hung out the side of the pocket of the jean jacket and a pair of black heels were on the ground, all of Jecilia's other shoes being pushed to the other side of the closet. "Thank you, Jessie." Jessabelle smiles.

[Is it me that makes you sweat]

The music made the floors throb, the living room and kitchen was packed with people. Everyone laughed and drank as they had a good time. Everyone except Brendon.

He sat on a stool that was at the counter and waited for Jessabelle, his leg bouncing with anticipation.

"You need to relax." a smooth female voice nearly whispered in his ear. Brendon turned around and eyed the girl. She wore a white tank top and had on light blue skinny jeans with holes in them and a pair of black pumps. Her brown hair draped over her shoulders and her red lip stick spread as she smiled.

"I'm just waiting on someone." he answers, turning back around to watch the door. The girl presses her hands down on his shoulders and rubs, trying to ease his tence muscles. "It's alright. They'll be here. Why don't you spend some time with me, first." she offers. Brendon stands, almost causing the stranger to fall over. "I'd rather not." he stated bluntly before walking off. The girl huffed as she watched him walk off.

Brendon left the appartment and waited out in the hall. He leaned up against the door and sighed. "Where could she be?" he asks himself.