The Uries (The Urie's Daughter Adopted By Brendon Urie) Book 2

Therapy

Trigger Warning: Talk of rape and abuse. Cutting.

Ryleigh
I hadn't realized how much time had passed while outside with Zack. Mom and Dad were getting ready to leave. I hugged them tightly. Dad was supposed to come home next week. I sighed at the thought of finally sleeping in my bed. It was just us, Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, and All Time Low. Us being Tyler, Josh, Jenna, and I.

"Hey, Ry?"Tyler asked. "Yeah?"I replied, pulling myself out of my daze. "How would you feel about staying with All Time Low for a day or two?"Tyler asked. I wouldn't mind that, honestly. They were all looking to me. "I wouldn't mind but isn't it Pete's turn?"I asked. "I don't mind, kid. We were still short a few days anyway,"Pete said and raised his eyebrows as if he was challenging me.

"Sure,"I said. "You want Jenna to pack up your things?"Tyler asked. "Nope, I'm good,"I said and Zack passed my crutches over. I sent a grateful smile his way and stood. I made my way to the bedroom. My bag was mostly packed. I threw in a few remaining items and toiletries. I was debating how I was going to get it out when Rian appeared. "Need help?"he asked with a smile. "Maybe,"I shrugged. He laughed and picked the bag up.

They each took a turn hugging me tightly. Tyler slid me the pill bottle and I stuck it in my pocket. I'll be needing those especially with all I ate today. I sat in the backseat next to Rian and Zack. Jack and Alex were up front. Alex was driving. The radio was turned up really loud and we sang along to everything.

They pulled up in front of a decently sized house. It was just a rental provided by the record label since they've been here for months now working on an album and tour. Zack had his bedroom downstairs and they set my bag down in that room. "I'll take the floor if it makes you uncomfortable,"he said. "No, it's okay,"I whispered. He gave me a confused look but let it go. He knew I'd explain when I was ready. In all honesty, it did make me nervous. Yeah, I trusted Zack. My past is what made everything seem bad.

*Flashback to Ryleigh's Past*

I woke up in an unfamiliar room. My hands were tied to the bed post. There was a blind fold on my eyes. "Hello, Princess!"a male's voice spoke. It sent shivers down my spine. He had tape over my mouth. All noise came out weak like whimpers.

"Hold still and it'll be quick,"he spoke. I smelt alcohol on him. I couldn't gag. He ripped the tape off forcefully which made me cry out in pain. He slapped me for it. "Make it worth what I paid for you,"he hissed as he began touching me and running his tongue over my bare chest. I had no clothes on.

I cried out. "QUIET!"he yelled. Tears were rolling down my face. That painful sensation and burning began spreading through me and I fought the urge to cry out and whimper. It hurt so bad. I couldn't understand what they wanted from me or why they kept on. He pulled out some time later and passed out. My wrist began to bleed as I fought the restraints. I managed to slip my hand free.

I freed my other wrist and felt him stir. I froze then he snored. I fought my sigh of relief and carefully slid the blindfold off. I carefully climbed off the bed. I found a door and opened it without a sound. My clothes were scattered in that hallway. I gathered them and threw them on. I couldn't find my shoes but knew I had to hurry. I took off running down the street. Some woman, a friendly soccer mom actually, took me home in her van and called the cops. It was unfortunate for me. They never found the bastard. I was 12 and started my period that day. I remembered crying alone in the hospital bed.

*End of Flashback*

"Ryleigh?"Zack asked with a hand on my arm. I jumped and pulled my arm away. "Are you okay?"he asked and I saw the hurt flashing behind his eyes. "I'm fine,"I said and winced, mostly at his pain then my own. I couldn't stop hurting those around me. "I love you a lot. While we're alone I wanted to ask if you would want to be my girlfriend?"he asked. I took a moment to think. I loved him a lot, too. Things felt right with him. I knew he couldn't hurt me like those in my past. "Yes, Zachy, Yes!"I said. "Really?"he asked. I nodded and he wrapped me up in his arms. I could hear his heart beating.

*****

A few hours later, everyone else was asleep. I was lying wide awake with Zack's arm over me. The nightmare from earlier kept haunting me. Different images kept flooding my vision despite trying to shove them out.

I carefully slid from Zack's loose grip on me. He was still asleep. I crutched as quietly as I could to the bathroom down the hall. I turned the light on once the door was firmly shut. I turned the lock. I turned to face the mirror. My face looked old, you could tell I hadn't slept.

I sighed and dug through my bathroom bag that Zack left here. "In case you need lady things,"he said. He had blushed so hard talking about that. I found what I was looking for. I had snuck one of the broken razors into my bag. I shivered as I touched the cool metal.

"Do it. He'll never, ever love you. Not when he finds out what you are. When he knows the truth,"the voice snarled. Memory after memory of my childhood and the rape. The countless rapes. They kept playing in my head. I firmly picked up the blade and held it to my wrist. I made a cut slowly. I bit my lip at the spread of the burn. Sweet, bitter relief. I sighed and then made several harsher, quicker marks on that arm. I repeated the process on the other.

I startled and dropped the blade when I heard a knock at the door. "Ryleigh, you okay in there?"Alex's voice cut through my tears and thoughts. It made my heart break. This would destroy Zack and everyone else. "Can you unlock the door?"he asked, worry seeping into his voice.

I leaned faintly against the bathtub and leaned forward enough to turn the lock and let him in. I knew I must be a sight to see. I was crying now and blood was pouring down my arms. "No, Ry!"he shouted. I winced. My head suddenly hurt a lot. I was so tired. Blood was on the floor around us.

"Lemme see,"Alex demanded softly and took my arm in his hand. He let go and turned away. Under the sink, he pulled out a first aid kit. He dumped alcohol over it. It burned but, at this point, I barely noticed it. He applied bandages over it in an attempt to stop or slow the bleeding.

"You'll probably need stitches,"he said. My eyes felt so heavy. "Stay awake,"he ordered. I couldn't, not anymore. I loved them but they should've just let me die. One less problem to face. My eyes fell closed as Alex shouted something unintelligible to me. It was all bad but the worst thought was what I just did.

I relapsed.