Entertain My Faith // Adopted By Tyler Joseph

Chapter 12

Faith's POV

Well, two weeks have gone by since Ryan confessed and it's safe to say that I'm doing...ish. Jordan is moving in with his brother for a while so that's good. I appreciated how much Jordan has been there for me. I've had thoughts about cutting, but I just go and rant to Jordan about my troubles and I don't feel like cutting anymore.

I've been able to hide my cuts as well. No way was I going to tell Tyler or Brendon or anyone about it because it's not something they need to know. I'll just be more of a burden and I don't want to do that to them. Tyler has asked me to continue drawing so I've been doing that a lot. Drawing helps a lot with my thoughts. Tyler promised me that as soon as Ryan gets caught by the police, he is going to take me somewhere for a whole day just him and I. 

Jordan has been sleeping over here a lot so it was nice that I got to see him a lot. He's been there for me through a lot of things.

Right now, I was over at Brendon's house in his studio at 11:30 PM to help with a song. I was a bit on edge because Brendon was angry he couldn't find the right lyrics and last time he got angry over something music-wise it didn't end well.

"God this is fucking awful," Brendon muttered as he tried some lyrics.

"It's ok, we'll find something," I tried to reason.

"No, we won't! You're not even helping because all your ideas are garbage! Why don't you try being useful for once!" Brendon said, standing up to yell in my face.

He threw his arms up in defeat and I stumbled backward, onto the ground. I covered my head, tears rolling down my face as I whimpered, "please no," over and over again. I looked up at Brendon, who had a sad look on his face as he looked down, muttering something under his breath. I looked at the door and stood up, sprinting out the door and onto the LA streets at nearly 12:00 at night. I sprinted far enough where Brendon wouldn't be able to find me before sitting down on the curb. Across the street, I saw a stretchy looking person and made a note to watch any moves as I broke down crying. 

I don't know how long I was crying but suddenly I felt someone sit down next to me.

"Are you ok?" A familiar voice asked.

I looked up and immediately stood up at the sight of Ryan Ross. I backed up in fear. 

"Leave me alone!" 

"It was Brendon, wasn't it, Faith?"

"I said leave me alone! Stay away!"

I kept backing up as Ryan inched closer. He smirked evilly at me and suddenly I felt someone grab me from behind. I screamed loudly as he dragged me to the road and threw me in an SUV. Ryan and the man jumped in, closed the door, and the driver drove off. The man grabbed my hands, put handcuffs around them, then zip-tied the handcuffs to a pole by the door. 

"You're not getting out of this, you little shit," Ryan snickered at me. 

I put my head in my knees and cried until I fell asleep.

When I woke up I was being yanked out of the car. I stumbled to get my feet under me as I almost fell to the floor, but the person holding me yanked me up. I tripped over my feet as I was yanked into the dirty looking house. The man threw me onto a chair in a room with no windows, just a door. He, with the help of another person, tied my ankles to the legs or the chair and wrapped some rope around my body, securing me in the chair. Then they both left.

I sat there for a long time, I don't know how long, but I started going hungry and my throat became dry. Finally, the door opened. I looked up and to my horror, saw my biological dad smirking down at me.