abNormal (Bands fic)

Chappy 16

"WAKE UP!" I heard as I shot up.

I glared at the screaming Brendon and rolled over.

"I said get up." He laughed as he pulled the covers off the bed.

"Fuck offffffffff." I said, rolling over into my pillow.

He pulled me off the bed.

I landed on my hip, which was sensitive from cutting a while ago.

I hissed in pain.

"Oh my god! Are you okay Princess?" He asked, rushing over to my side. His eyes trailed over my body, looking for injuries.

"Yeah. Just some old cuts on my hip that I landed on."

"Okay. Can I take a look to make sure they're
not bleeding?" He asked, voice filled with worry.

"It's fine." I reassured.

"No. We're checking it out." He said sternly.

"Fine." I said, turning on my side and moving my shorts down my hip slightly.

"They're bleeding. Let me get some stuff to clean them up." He said, heading into the bathroom.

He came out quickly and dressed my "wounds."

"You're overreacting."

He rolled his eyes, "No I'm not."

"Okay it's done." He said, standing up and putting away the stuff.

I stood up and walked towards the door, "I going downstairs."

"Wait! I have something to ask you." He said, walking up to me.

"Do you want to go on another date and possibly be my girlfriend?" He asked shyly.

"Of course I'll go on a date with you..." I paused, playing with him.

"And I'll be your girlfriend." I finished.

He had a huge smile on his face as he enveloped me into a huge hug.

"Yay!" He squealed, lifting me as we hugged.

I giggled throughout it.

"I want to go downstairs now." I said as he put me down.

"Okay. Let's go then." Brendon said, leading me out of the door and down the stairs.

"Dad? I thought you were in New York for a while?" Brendon asked, voice full of surprise.

I peaked around the corner and saw it was indeed his dad.

Mr. Urie glanced at me.

"Still fucking around with the slut who lives here now?" He chuckled as if it was an inside joke.

I quickly darted upstairs.

I grabbed my phone from off the bedside table and went to Camden.

Me: You were right. I'll never trust him again. Can you help me sneakily move out? Unless you spontaneously take me in, I'm going to that orphanage or whatever.

I thought about sending but put down my phone.

"My judgement and sending or deleting the text will come later today if he explains. I will attempt to be rational about this."

I put up rules for my life choices. Never thought it'd go that far.

I sighed and laid down on my bed.

"I'm probably overreacting." I said, standing up again and walking downstairs.

Brendon was arguing with his dad, so I decided to be nice and not eavesdrop.