*EDITING* Twisted Allegories {Book Two}

Chapter 28 {Brendons POV}

After about three hours of tossing and turning, I decide that sleep wasn't going to happen tonight. The thought of Sarah being here lingered in my mind. I just couldn't get rid of the feeling that something bad is going to happen to Hannah. Why else would Sarah not want me to tell her? Either way the whole situation is fucked. I don't tell Hannah, something bad will happen. I do tell Hannah, something bad will happen. I just have to keep an eye out and make sure that Hannah isn't harmed.

I get out of bed and make my way into the living area. I could feel my head start spinning. From feeling sick, or from still being tipsy, I have no idea. But as soon as it was there, it was gone. It felt as if I was dizzy from spinning around in circles.

And being the idiot that I am, decide to go and grab another beer. I mean, what could the harm be? First off, I know I can hold my liquor. Secondly...I don't have a second reason.

I'm about to open the door to leave when I hear footsteps behind me. "Babe? Where..are you going?" Hannah asks sleepily. I turn around and walk over towards her.

"Just going for a walk to clear my head. I can't sleep." I reply, leading her back to the bedroom. "I'll be back before you open your eyes in the morning." I smile, though it was too dark for her to see. Once she layed back down on th bed, I brought the covers up to her chin and she fell asleep instantly. I know that it's been a little while since she had her nightmares, but I'm glad to see her sleeping soundfully.

I exit the room a little more quickly and quietly, so Hannah wouldn't wake up again. As I make my way back down to the bar, I start to think. I think about how the whole week was going to be about Hannah and I getting married. And about us officially getting to spend time together as an actual married couple. But instead, all I keep thinking about is Sarah. And what she has planned. I don't know when she's going to try something, but I know it's gonna happen soon. And I wasn't prepared for it. This bothered me a great deal.

"Sir," A feminine voice said from behind. "I'm afraid the bar is closed at this time." She walks in front of me to prevent me from walking any farther.

"I just want a beer, and I'll be on my way back to my room." I say, finally taking in my surroundings. The woman in front of me was quite beautiful. She reminded me of Hannah. Her brown hair was long and up into a messy ponytail. Her eyes practically glowed a deep green.

I'm sorry, but that is not permitted." The woman replied. I frowned at her. "I'm sorry, sir. If you would please go back to your room." She seemed nice, so I obeyed her and started walking back. All I wanted was a beer though.

As I reached what I assume was the door to my room, a woman stood in front of me. Preventing me from going any further. Guess who? That's right. It was Sarah once again.

"The fuck do you want." There was a slight bitterness in my voice. I didn't intend for it to happen, but I'm glad it did.

"Looking for this?" She held up an unopened bottle a beer. "Mr.Drunky." She smirked.

"No. Not anymore." I push her aside and take out my key card. Once again, I start fumbling with it trying to unlock the door.

"You sure?" She asks. "You've never turned down a beer before. Especially from me." And again, she stepped in between me and the door. Goddamn my drunk head.

"Go away Sarah." I say a little too loudly. I hope Hannah was still asleep. "Just leave me alone."

"I'm sorry, but I can't do that." She laughed. "Come with me. Or this," She snatched the key card out of my hand. "Stays with me."

"Give it back." I say as sternly as I can.

"I will. In time." She smirks and walks away down the hall. All that's left is to follow her.

After a few minutes of silence, we finally reach the end of the hall. Sarah unlocks the door and shoves me inside. I didn't like what was going on. I was worried that this was a bad idea to follow her. What was wrong with me?

"Give me back my key card. I don't want to be in here with you." I say. When I reach for the card out of her hand, I actually took it away from her. Like she didn't care whether I had it or not anymore.

"I know you don't want to be in here." She replies. "But I just wanna talk." She hands me the beer in her hand and walks over towards the couch in the center of the room. I examine the beer to make sure she didn't tamper with it. When I didn't see anything wrong with it, I took the cap off and took a sip, making my way over to the couch opposite Sarah.

There was a silence between us. Until I finally decided to speak. "I'm listening." I took another sip of the harsh liquid. It burned all the way down my throat. This place had some really strong alcohol. I looked over at Sarah and all she was doing was smirking. I could hear her chuckling every once I awhile. "What the hell do you want with me?" I finally ask, hoping that she would open her mouth to speak. It scared me more that she wasn't talking.

"You already know what I want with you." She said in a whisper. I've had enough of this. She was never going to have me. So I don't know why she would even try.

"Look, Sarah." I started. "I understand you're upset." She laughed. "But what you don't understand is that when we were together, I risked everything for you. I honestly thought that you were the love of my life. And I tried showing you that, but you never listened. You never payed attention. Do you not remember that I almost killed myself when you wanted a break? I was a wreck. I regretted ever hurting you. I avoided contact with anybody just to morn over my loss of you leaving me. If it weren't for my friends, I don't know where I would be at this point. You don't know how nervous I was when you agreed to see me again after the whole situation. I was finally happy again. I thought that we could be together again, happily. But then you had to go and become the psychotic asshole that you are. You finally showed me the real you. And now, I regret nothing. I'm more than happy that I didn't end up staying with you." I then get up off the couch and walk over to the door before turning around to face her. "And one more thing." I throw the beer bottle across the room, causing it to shatter into a million tiny pieces. She didn't flinch. "If you ever even lay a hand on my wife, you'll surely fucking regret it." And with that, I walked out of the room.

As I'm walking down the hall, I heard Sarah yell. "I'll be seeing more of you, Urie. Just you wait." I roll my eyes and continue walking.

I finally reach my room and unlock the door with ease. Walking into the bedroom, I see that Hannah is still asleep. I glance at the digital clock in the corner of the room. It read 5:05. I guess that there was no use in sleeping now. Really it took that long with Sarah? It only felt like twenty minutes, at most. I probably left bed to go for my 'walk' at around four. I didn't think it had taken an hour.

I kiss Hannah on the forehead and walk into the living area, turning the TV on. I was careful not to have the volume up too loud. There really was never anything good on at five in the morning. So I guess that the news would do good.

About a hour of the weather and random news articles later, Hannah emerged from the bedroom. She smiled once she saw me.

"See? I told you I'd be here by the time you got up."