I've Lost My Way (Sequel to Saved by The Way)

Chapter 7

The figures pulled me by my bicep into the therapist's office.

They threw me down onto the hard, metal chair that sat there for patients to await their few minutes of verbal torture.

I remembered the therapist almost more vividly than the box from last time I was here.

Brendon Urie. Oh how the name disgusts me. The worst worker in the entire institution and easily the least helpful. He sat there looking at me in his black leather arm chair he lounged on. The arms jutted out making it look like the chair was swallowing him alive. Like I could care if that chair swallowed him and nobody ever saw him again.

The door behind me slammed and the figures had left.

"My my, Ms. Scarlett" he spat. "Been naughty now have we?"

I stared at the floor. Don't respond and he won't have anything to snap at.

"Miss Scarlett. Miss." he paused. "Miss means you're unmarried. Do you know what that means?"

I knew what was coming. But no response.

"It means nobody wants you." he said with a sneer. "Nobody cares about your unimportant life and no wall carvings will change that."

That was too far.

"About my name, it won't be miss for much longer." I said with a smile.

"Oh, and who might the lucky young man be?" he said manipulatively.

"His name is Gerard. Gerard Way."

Brendon looked shocked for a few moments, but quickly retaliated. "Oh you mean the fellow that left you here?"

I nodded.

Brendon smiled. "He loved you so much that he left you here."

My heart dropped.

"He probably just couldn't stand you any longer. You truly are a trouble maker. He's probably living the dream right now."

I focused my eyes on the edge of his white laminate desk. No no no! My mind screamed at me. It's not true!

"He's probably glad you're gone." Brendon said taking his hands and placing them behind his head.

Another urge to cry. Damn all these emotions!

"What do you know?" I choked out. My voice was still weak from earlier. That and the want to cry.

"Well, if you refuse to believe that know this. You can't get married unless you're released. Maybe you need to be kept here longer than expected."

I stood straight up out of my seat and somehow, was able to scream again. "No! You cannot keep me here!"

Brendon smiled wickedly. "Fine. You'll leave, but you won't be free."

I took a moment to process what he'd just said. By the time I'd realized what he meant he was standing behind my with his hands on my arms.

"I'd always planned this." he whispered gently in my ear. "You always entrigued me. The way you walked. The way you talked. The way you frowned. But you never made your move so I'm going to have to force you into loving me."

I tried to jerk my hand away to slap him across the face but he held my arms firmly around the elbow.

"Now. I want you to pretend this is normal. Keep close beside me. Understand that you're not getting out of this no matter what you do."

He put his arm around my shoulder and hastily pulled open the door of his office. He guided me into the main hall and didn't speak to anyone as he made our way towards the exit of the institution.

The lights coming through the glass doors was visible before me. Released but not free.

Brendon pushed open the doors and guided me into the bright blistering sunlight.

It burned my eyes. I hadn't seen something that bright in a long time.

I couldn't see for a few seconds and when my eyes finally adjusted. We were near Brendon's car. He yanked open the car door and shoved me inside. This can't be good.

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No hate to the real Brendon Urie! He seems like a cool guy!