𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍 𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄
❝ Know who I am? ❞ He says tilting her head up to look at the man in front of her. Once her eyes adjust, she sees Boyd Gatti. The biggest, most wanted, evilest mobster of the decade.
Amara's eyes go wide and she screams with...
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Amara woke up in a much larger bed than her own. Her head was pounding and she had the sudden urge to throw up. She opened her eyes and realized she wasn't in her room after all. She looked to her side and saw Brendon Urie sleeping right next to her.
Amara almost screamed at how badly he scared her. She sat up and looked down to notice that she wasn't wearing her dress anymore. She was only wearing one of Brendon's shirts. She mentally cursed herself for getting so drunk at the party last night, and soon got startled by Brendon's voice besides her.
"Well good morning." He says in his deep, morning voice. Amara stares at him and gulps, trying not to scream once again.
"Something wrong?" Brendon says looking at her. "Baby, you look like you've just seen a ghost" he chuckles.
"I think I'm gonna be sick." Amara says quickly getting up from the large bed and running to the en-suite bathroom. She knelt in front of the toilet and puked everything out of her.
Brendon quickly followed behind her and watched her as she threw up. "Do you want me to-"
"-don't come any closer, Urie." She says as she holds her hair back.
Brendon nods his head and watches as she continues to puke up yesterday's remnant of alcohol.
After a while of continuous puking, she flushed the toilet and rested her back against the wall, rubbing the pain in her head.
Brendon sat across from her "hi." He says softly with a smile. He mimics the way she sat with her legs crossed over each other and rests his head in his hand, looking up at her.
Amara looks up at him and scowls. "I hate you."
"No you don't." He shakes his head.
"Yes I do." She says getting up and walking over to the two sinks in the bathroom. She opens the cabinets and drawers. "Do you have any toothbrushes?"
"Left cabinet." Brendon says as he watches her pick up a new toothbrush and brush her teeth.
"Give me one good reason as to why you hate me, Amara." Brendon asks, standing behind her as she brushes her teeth.
"Well, let's think.." she says sarcastically as she spits out some of the toothpaste in her mouth. "You kidnapped me, you didn't let me stay with my FATHER, you kissed me-"
