Welcome To The Club || Panic! At The Disco

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Tears started to pool down my face as I anxiously waited for Pete to come back up with Brendon. I'm done for. He's gonna kill me 110%. I fucked up big time. I can hear footsteps coming up the stairs and my heart started to race. Oh god. The door opens and Pete walks in, Brendon following behind him. "What's going on?" Brendon asks, no sign of anger on his face. He didn't tell them. "I, I did something bad." I say and his face drops. "Pl-please, I'll do anything I'll fix it just, don't kill me." I say and he furrows his eyebrows.

"What'd you do?" He asks and I started to breathe heavier. "Please don't have a panic attack I don't scream if you tell the truth." He says more softly and I focus on my breathing. That's a lie, he's definitely gonna yell. "She told her best friend she's here." Pete says and Brendons face hardens. "I, I wasn't thinking I just, I saw my phone and did it and didn't realize what I had done until it was too late. I'll tell her I was lying, Brendon. I'll do anything. I'm so sorry." I say and he sighs.

"You better hope she doesn't call the fucking cops Eleanor." Brendon says, anger clear in his voice. "I told her not to, she isn't gonna. I didn't tell her much at all. She doesn't know who I'm with, where I'm at or anything. Ask Pete I showed him the messages." I say and Brendon looks at Pete who nods. "She told her little to nothing." Pete says. "I want you to call that girl and tell over the phone that you ran away. Say you lied. Tell her to keep her mouth shut about everything or she's in trouble. Got it?" Brendon says, gripping my shoulders tightly and I nod repeatedly.

He grabs my phone and shoves it in my hand and I hurriedly dial her number, letting it ring. "Speaker." Brendon says and I nod and do so. "Eleanor? What's going on?!" Cassies concerned voice rings through the phone. "I'm sorry. I lied." I say. "Lied? What?" She says. "I'm fine. I ran away from home. I started a new life. I'm safe, and I.. I uh I'm happy." I say struggling to spit out that last lie. "Are you sure?" She asks and I sit up straight. "Yes, I shouldn't have lied I'm sorry, I just, I was trying to cover myself, I don't know. You can't tell anyone, at all. Tell them you heard from me and that I'm out of the country okay?" I say.

"You're not in America?" She asks. "Doesn't matter, you keep your mouth shut though or there's gonna be issues." I say and I hear her sniffle. "Ellie I'm scared what're on about? When can I see you again?" She says and I can tell she was getting choked up and my heart hurt so bad. "Just know I'm safe okay? I swear I'm okay. I'm safe and happy and maybe I can see you one day but not now." I say. "I lo-" the phone cuts her off by dying and I stare at the now blackened screen. Great. Fucking fantastic.

"Give me that right now." Brendon says and I look at him. "Here, break it." I say handing it to him and he gives me a confused look. "Brendon break it, I don't wanna be tempted I, I'm serious about joining you guys and if my, my phone is gonna fuck that up then I don't need it. Ever." I say, and god lying is hard. He believes my lies though so I keep them flowing easily. Brendon nods, the smallest smile on his lips as he place it on the bedside table and he takes out a knife. "Actually this'll be good aim practice for you, stab it through the center." He says. "How should I hold it?" I ask taking the knife from him.

"Which ever is more comfortable for you." He says. I can tell he was still annoyed with me but I think me fixing the issue plus doing this is helping him believe that I'm "serious" and only made a mistake. I grip it tightly in my hand and plunge it forward. The screen cracked, but the knife didn't go all the way through. I didn't think it would. Then as if to prove something, I picked it up and slammed it harshly over my knee, causing the screen to crack even more. My knee hurt unpleasantly from the blow and I let the phone fall to the ground and sit back down on the bed. "I think it's bedtime." Brendon says as if what had happened, didn't.

Pete said goodnight and left, closing the door behind him. I'm kinda scared to be alone with Brendon now not gonna lie. He's probably gonna suffocate me with a pillow. "You're sleeping closer to the wall. Don't need you leaving." He mumbles, rubbing his hands down his face, seemingly exhausted. Maybe that's why he's not freaking out on me, he's tired. I'll get it tomorrow probably.