*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
my alarm blared as i abruptly sat up. my head pounded and my torso was ached. i limped to my bathroom and took a glance at myself in the mirror. dark purple splotches covered my body. i didn't have enough makeup or willpower to try to cover those things up. i turned my shower on and hopped in, hoping that the heat would relax my tense muscles.
after my shower i hobbled over to my closet to pick an outfit. i grabbed some ripped dark blue jeans and a blink-182 hoodie. i hoped that no one noticed all the discoloration on my skin. i threw my hair into a ponytail and slung my backpack over my shoulders. i limped downstairs and saw ryan and my mom eating breakfast.
"how are you feeling today sweetheart?" my mom asked through a mouthful of food.
"like a building fell on me." i blatantly replied while i filled up my water bottle.
"you almost ready to go, moon?" ryan chimed.
"yeah just let me get my shoes on and then i'll be ready."
ryan headed out the door to start the car and i tried to pull my shoes on with little pain as possible.
"honey, i'm so sorry. i feel so bad about what happened to you last night." my mom choked out.
"it's alright, mom. it wasn't your fault. i love you." i quickly hugged her and walked out the door.
after a ten minute drive, we arrived at school. i felt so drained and i didn't want to be there.
ryan and i walked to our lockers and again i received looks from people in the halls. i was too exhausted to care. i looked up to see mikey, pete, gerard, brendon, and patrick standing by our lockers. i pulled my hood over my head in attempt hide the marks on my jaw and cheeks.
"hey guys!" ryan cheered.
"woah! what's with misses eskimo here. it's like 80 degrees out here, kiddo." gee teased and pulled my hoodie down. i heard a few gasps and the boys went quiet.
"did you get into an accident on the way home from our house? did you fight someone?" mikey questioned while grabbing my arm.
i flinched at his touch and yanked my arm away. hurrying, i grabbed my things out of my locker and slammed the locker shut. i stomped off to my first period class and let a stray tear fall. i felt more and more helpless with each step. i ached all over my body and i just wanted to go home.
i entered my home room class and took a seat in the back. gerard, frank, and mikey all strode in looking for me.
"are you okay y/n?"
no response
"did someone hurt you?"
no response
"did you get into a wreck?"
no response
i couldn't talk to the boys. i shut off. this is what i did when my BPD kicked in. i just turned off. almost as if someone flicked a light switch and turned me into a robot.
i heard the boys mumbling next to me but i didn't care. i needed my dad. he always knew how to take care of me when i went into those episodes. he would hold me until i became normal again. he hadn't done that in years. i relied on ryan and it wasn't the same. i felt bad because ryan tried so hard to be the "man" of the house and take care of mom and i, but it just wasn't the same. we all missed dad and wanted him to come home.
time flied by and i was already trying to meet ryan for lunch. i found him sitting with all the boys and i joined their table. i got a little more pep in me since that morning. i was still in massive amounts of pain but emotionally i was hanging in there.
"hey, kid! nice to see you finally cheered up! wake up on the wrong side of reality or something?" pete asked.
"i had a bad night." i replied.
"what's with the bruises, y/n?" brendon questioned.
"i fell." i lied. ryan gave me a questioning look and shrugged. the boys could tell something was up but most of them shrugged it off.
"hey, y/n, can i talk to you for a sec?" brendon asked.
"yeah, sure." we both stood up and started to walk out of the cafeteria.
"what really happened last night, y/n? i don't know if ryan told you this but i live right next door to you guys. i saw the cop cars and a guy getting dragged out of your house. you don't have to tell me, but i just want to know if you're okay." brendon shoved his hands in his pockets nervously.
i looked up at brendon with tear filled eyes and let all the emotion from those 24 hours go. i sobbed loudly as brendon pulled me into a tight embrace. he whispered in my ear and told me it was going to be okay. the stares from students in the hallway went unnoticed to me as i was far too upset to care. i slowly felt brendon pulling me into one of the janitor closets. he tightly held on to me as i continued to cry.
after a few minutes, my tears subsided and i focused on my breathing. i glanced up at brendon to see a stray tear falling down his face. i lifted my thumb up and swiped it away. he grabbed my hand and we stared into each other's eyes for a few moments before slowly leaning in.
"hey! you guys can't be in here." we whipped around to see the janitor standing in the doorway.
brendon and i giggled like schoolgirls while running out of the closet. "thank you for calming me down. you didn't have to and i really appreciate it." i said.
"no problem. i knew what was going on in that head of yours." he tapped my head and giggled. his smile was gorgeous.
"what's your next class?" i tugged a piece of hair behind my ear.
"uh i got a free period. how about you?" he asked.
"i got a free period too. wanna go get starbucks or something? i need energy." i giggled out.
"yeah sure. let's take my car, okay?" brendon said as he lead me to the parking lot.
out of the corner of my eye i noticed our 'gang' looking at us. i heard a few whistles and i turned to flip the boys off.
"starbucks, here we come!"
~~~~
that's it for this chapter. i hope you guys enjoyed. i have a really good idea for what i wanna do with this book so stay tuned loves! chao for now!
YOU ARE READING
bad girls don't cry {brendon urie x reader}
Fanfiction*completed & under editing* y/n ross. everyone and their mother know her as a misfit and troublemaker. her dad is a well known criminal in their town and everyone thinks y/n is gonna follow in her father's footsteps. y/n and ryan ross are the dynami...
