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a/n
listen to house of memories I feel like it fits this chapter idk..
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Brendon's  pov
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I walked out of the motel, leaving Jennifer behind. I clutched my pocket knife dallon gave me, I'd need it. I got in my car as lightning streaked the purple sky.

the drive was miserable, knowing in the back of my mind I was about to kill a seemingly innocent man.
I drove and I drove until I came to the address Dallon had given me on a neatly folded white piece of paper.
23 Andy drive. do whatever you have to do to kill the sick bastard. don't mess this up urie!
- dallon weekes
oh god.
I walked into the filthy looking house, since the door wasn't locked.
as soon as I walked I walked into a pile of overdue bills covered in cat piss. I saw a grey cat run across the filthy floor.
I walked around, finding empty liquor bottles and napkins with girls phone numbers on them.
I walked up the squeaky stairs and got to the second floor.
I felt two hands wrap around me and a napkin being held up to my face
everything
went
black.

i woke up seemingly 3 hours later in a dark room with a flickering light held above my head.
I tried to stand up but realized I was tied to a chair with rope.
i was about to scream when I man came out of the shadows
Ryan Ross
I looked at him and he walked over to me.
he put his hands all over my chest, and sat on my lap.
"what are you doing" I asked
"showing you a good time Brendon" Ryan responded
"w-what?!" I asked
Ryan got a knife and ripped my shirt off, leaving a small cut on my chest. it bled.
"I'm not just into girls silly" he smirked.
"oh" I said.
I started to grab the knife from my back pocket and cut one of the ropes  that held my hands together.
hey, I guess Boy Scouts payed off!
Ryan played with my belt and eventually took it off.
I cut the ropes.
the rope fell from my arms and I pushed Ryan off of me and to the ground.
I bent over him and pinned him down.
"what are you gonna do? kill me?" Ryan laughed "you'd never, urie!"
I smiled a sick twisted smile
"I don't know about that Ross"
I shoved my knife into his chest, killing him instantly.
blood stained his white t shirt.
I stood up and wiped my hands on my jean.
I just killed a man.
a/n
MAMMMAAA JUST KILLED A MAN.

i walked to my car and got in and drove the long drive back to the motel. I ignored that I was shirtless and the cut on my chest was bleeding like crazy.
I parked my car and ran into the motel.

THE END - BRENDON URIE Where stories live. Discover now