I'm Begging you To stay
Fate has chosen Prince Charming.
"Ry-you're-I really." I couldn't form a sentence so I did what I could to control my feelings.
I ran.
I ran out of the thickness of the man made forest and found my way past the back area of the hotel and into the elevator. I didn't know if Ryan was trying to catch up to me as I ran, but it didn't matter, I wouldn't have stopped.
I began to think about the comfort Ryan gave me. How I was fascinated with him and his every action. I thought of those feelings as a sisterly bond with him. I thought our friendship was platonic, at least for me...
Flashes of Brendon and me together earlier over took my brain. Brendon made me feel so wild, so alive and I could be myself with him. I compared him to Caleb and Brendon would always be the successor. I compared him to everyone ... accept Ryan.
The elevator doors opened and I walked out of it towards my room. I wasn't so sure if Brendon was in there but he'd understand that I needed to be alone and leave me be for awhile.
I came up to my door and found it to be opened.
Note to self: Never leave a boy to lock your doors, they are idiots and most likely won't do it.
'Great.' I mumbled to myself as I pushed the door open completely. A loud ear piercing scream escaped my mouth. I didn't even realize I was the one roaring. I didn't realize....
"Brendon!"
He lifted his hand and pointed towards me, "Look out." He said barely audible.
I was so confused, I spun around quickly to find Caleb behind the door, his hands reddened with blood.
"Caleb...what have you done? WHY ARE YOU HERE?!"
"Hello Callie. Nice to see you too." He said sarcastically. I grimaced at his voice. His accent no longer made the butterflies flutter in my stomach but wrap around me like a terrible nightmare, "You're mother told me that you ran away...again," he played with the tip of the knife in his hands, "She told me she needed help to find you and bring you home."
"I'll go home. I promise but please just leave." I pleaded. Tears gathering in my eyes.
"Ya know, I'd be satisfied with that if I was stupid enough to think you wouldn't eventually just come running back to them."
"They're all just my friends. I'll make new ones. I won't come back but please. Just leave!"
"DO YOU FUCK YOUR FRIENDS CALLIE? DO YOU?!" he came towards me with the knife to my throat.
The tears were no longer collecting themselves on the rims of my bottom lid but running down my cheeks in an never ending stream. "I'm sorry Caleb. Please don't do this." My lip quivered as I spoke.
"I came here to bring you back, like I promised your mother. BUT I think I'll do her one better. I'll make it impossible for you to ever return." I shut my eyes and waited for the blade to graze my throat, instead he had put down the knife and went over to Brendon who was lying on the floor bleeding from his side. "So you are the famous Brendon Urie?" he snickered in his face and pulled his hair making Brendon's face closer to his.
"Don't you dare touch him!"
"You stay fucking back whore!" his voice was a slap in the face. Fear kept me glued to the ground. "Now where were we? Ah yes, Mr. Urie," Brendon eyes kept flickering, trying to stay open but I could tell he was weak, "I can see why all these little girls love you. Look at that face!" he took Brendon's jaw and swayed it around, "Wouldn't you agree Callie? Of course you would! But unfortunately for you Mr. Urie, I fucking hate your music." His began to aim the knife towards Brendon's throat but someone had jumped on top of Caleb.
Ryan knocked Caleb against the wall and repeatedly hit his face until he was unconscious.
I was on the floor to weak too stand up and too afraid of what had just happened. "Are you okay?" Ryan asked as he turned to me.
"Yea I'm fi-RYAN!"
Ryan's eyes widened and his mouth feel open, "Never turn your back on the dead, or in this case, the unconscious." I could hear Caleb twist the knife in Ryan's back as he sank to the ground. "Look at that Callie. Two down and two to go."
"I'll do whatever you want Caleb just please. Just stop. I'll be yours forever. I never see them again. Just let me call a doctor and we'll runaway like this never happened." I inched towards him crawling on my hands and knees. I didn't know what I was doing but I went with my instincts. Survival of the fittest. Fight or Flight.
Note to Self: I'll fight. I'll always fight.
"Promise?" he asked surprised
"No one will find us Caleb. Just you and me. Together. We'll go to England to get married, honeymoon in India just how we planned it last summer, remember?" I was now at his feet. I had my hands on his legs hoping he'd give into my lies.
"I promise. We'll have a family of little Caleb's and Callie's." He took my hands and raised me up. Swiftly he took me by my waist and kissed me. I could taste the alcohol on his tongue. I tried to contain my screams as he held me tighter and tighter. I was disgusted. I had to get away quickly and get help. I need...
I grabbed Caleb's hand that was around my back and shook the knife from his grasp. He dropped it to the floor. I kicked it back with my foot but not to far, just out of his reach. I lifted my shirt of my head and tossed it on top of the knife.
"Wait! I don't want to make love to you here Caleb. I want it to be somewhere beautiful."
He dropped his hold on me and looked ashamed, "You're right. I've been a monster and forgotten how to be a gentlemen."
I took a couple steps back and grabbed my shirt, "It's alright hell doesn't need gentlemen." I took the knife out from under the shirt and stabbed it right into Caleb's gut. My hands trembled as hot sticky liquid coat them.
He fell back onto the floor gasping for air, "I-I-I love you."
He said it as if it justified his actions. He said it as if for that soul reason my actions were wrong. No, my actions would save the people I loved. So, fuck Caleb. Fuck morals. This is my justice.
"I don't love you." With that I pushed the knife into his stomach as hard as I could and screamed.
Caleb stopped breathing and began to shake violently as I crawled over to Ryan, "Ryan hold on okay."
"B-B-Brendon." He whispered with concern.
I inched over to Brendon, he was in a better state then Ryan, he wasn't bleeding so much anymore but he had lost a ton of blood already that he was now sitting in like a pool, "He caught me by surprise, I could have taken him." He coughed as he tried to laugh at his sorry joke.
"I'm so sorry Brendon."
"Just incase if help doesn't get her on time-"
"It will Brendon." I said as I walked over to the hotel phone and dialed 911.
"But if it doesn't, just know I love you."
Fireworks. Big ones.
"911 emergency how may I help you?"
I ran.
I ran out of the thickness of the man made forest and found my way past the back area of the hotel and into the elevator. I didn't know if Ryan was trying to catch up to me as I ran, but it didn't matter, I wouldn't have stopped.
I began to think about the comfort Ryan gave me. How I was fascinated with him and his every action. I thought of those feelings as a sisterly bond with him. I thought our friendship was platonic, at least for me...
Flashes of Brendon and me together earlier over took my brain. Brendon made me feel so wild, so alive and I could be myself with him. I compared him to Caleb and Brendon would always be the successor. I compared him to everyone ... accept Ryan.
The elevator doors opened and I walked out of it towards my room. I wasn't so sure if Brendon was in there but he'd understand that I needed to be alone and leave me be for awhile.
I came up to my door and found it to be opened.
Note to self: Never leave a boy to lock your doors, they are idiots and most likely won't do it.
'Great.' I mumbled to myself as I pushed the door open completely. A loud ear piercing scream escaped my mouth. I didn't even realize I was the one roaring. I didn't realize....
"Brendon!"
He lifted his hand and pointed towards me, "Look out." He said barely audible.
I was so confused, I spun around quickly to find Caleb behind the door, his hands reddened with blood.
"Caleb...what have you done? WHY ARE YOU HERE?!"
"Hello Callie. Nice to see you too." He said sarcastically. I grimaced at his voice. His accent no longer made the butterflies flutter in my stomach but wrap around me like a terrible nightmare, "You're mother told me that you ran away...again," he played with the tip of the knife in his hands, "She told me she needed help to find you and bring you home."
"I'll go home. I promise but please just leave." I pleaded. Tears gathering in my eyes.
"Ya know, I'd be satisfied with that if I was stupid enough to think you wouldn't eventually just come running back to them."
"They're all just my friends. I'll make new ones. I won't come back but please. Just leave!"
"DO YOU FUCK YOUR FRIENDS CALLIE? DO YOU?!" he came towards me with the knife to my throat.
The tears were no longer collecting themselves on the rims of my bottom lid but running down my cheeks in an never ending stream. "I'm sorry Caleb. Please don't do this." My lip quivered as I spoke.
"I came here to bring you back, like I promised your mother. BUT I think I'll do her one better. I'll make it impossible for you to ever return." I shut my eyes and waited for the blade to graze my throat, instead he had put down the knife and went over to Brendon who was lying on the floor bleeding from his side. "So you are the famous Brendon Urie?" he snickered in his face and pulled his hair making Brendon's face closer to his.
"Don't you dare touch him!"
"You stay fucking back whore!" his voice was a slap in the face. Fear kept me glued to the ground. "Now where were we? Ah yes, Mr. Urie," Brendon eyes kept flickering, trying to stay open but I could tell he was weak, "I can see why all these little girls love you. Look at that face!" he took Brendon's jaw and swayed it around, "Wouldn't you agree Callie? Of course you would! But unfortunately for you Mr. Urie, I fucking hate your music." His began to aim the knife towards Brendon's throat but someone had jumped on top of Caleb.
Ryan knocked Caleb against the wall and repeatedly hit his face until he was unconscious.
I was on the floor to weak too stand up and too afraid of what had just happened. "Are you okay?" Ryan asked as he turned to me.
"Yea I'm fi-RYAN!"
Ryan's eyes widened and his mouth feel open, "Never turn your back on the dead, or in this case, the unconscious." I could hear Caleb twist the knife in Ryan's back as he sank to the ground. "Look at that Callie. Two down and two to go."
"I'll do whatever you want Caleb just please. Just stop. I'll be yours forever. I never see them again. Just let me call a doctor and we'll runaway like this never happened." I inched towards him crawling on my hands and knees. I didn't know what I was doing but I went with my instincts. Survival of the fittest. Fight or Flight.
Note to Self: I'll fight. I'll always fight.
"Promise?" he asked surprised
"No one will find us Caleb. Just you and me. Together. We'll go to England to get married, honeymoon in India just how we planned it last summer, remember?" I was now at his feet. I had my hands on his legs hoping he'd give into my lies.
"I promise. We'll have a family of little Caleb's and Callie's." He took my hands and raised me up. Swiftly he took me by my waist and kissed me. I could taste the alcohol on his tongue. I tried to contain my screams as he held me tighter and tighter. I was disgusted. I had to get away quickly and get help. I need...
I grabbed Caleb's hand that was around my back and shook the knife from his grasp. He dropped it to the floor. I kicked it back with my foot but not to far, just out of his reach. I lifted my shirt of my head and tossed it on top of the knife.
"Wait! I don't want to make love to you here Caleb. I want it to be somewhere beautiful."
He dropped his hold on me and looked ashamed, "You're right. I've been a monster and forgotten how to be a gentlemen."
I took a couple steps back and grabbed my shirt, "It's alright hell doesn't need gentlemen." I took the knife out from under the shirt and stabbed it right into Caleb's gut. My hands trembled as hot sticky liquid coat them.
He fell back onto the floor gasping for air, "I-I-I love you."
He said it as if it justified his actions. He said it as if for that soul reason my actions were wrong. No, my actions would save the people I loved. So, fuck Caleb. Fuck morals. This is my justice.
"I don't love you." With that I pushed the knife into his stomach as hard as I could and screamed.
Caleb stopped breathing and began to shake violently as I crawled over to Ryan, "Ryan hold on okay."
"B-B-Brendon." He whispered with concern.
I inched over to Brendon, he was in a better state then Ryan, he wasn't bleeding so much anymore but he had lost a ton of blood already that he was now sitting in like a pool, "He caught me by surprise, I could have taken him." He coughed as he tried to laugh at his sorry joke.
"I'm so sorry Brendon."
"Just incase if help doesn't get her on time-"
"It will Brendon." I said as I walked over to the hotel phone and dialed 911.
"But if it doesn't, just know I love you."
Fireworks. Big ones.
"911 emergency how may I help you?"
♠ ♠ ♠
Epilogue:2 years later.
"Kelly. Get a fucking room."
"Now see when you and Brendon are hooking up I don't say anything but when I'm having a Kodiak moment you have to be all ANTI-PDA."
"You making out is not a Kodiak moment."
Kelly was my best friend. She was there when I met Caleb. She was there when Caleb left. For the short time I was at home miserable from being away from Brendon she was there. So it was only natural when I was in the hospital waiting for Brendon and Ryan to get treated, she was there.
What I didn't expect was Ryan falling head over heels for her.
What I also didn't expect was that sharp prang of jealousy I got now and then when I saw them together. At the beginning of there relationship I believed he only liked her because she was very much like me and looked well like me but with brown hair but as their relationship grew I could see that he didn't look at me the way he looked at her. He never talked romantically to me like that and if I had given him a chance I doubt he still would have treated me like he did Kelly. I was jealous some what but knew that Ryan would always be just an infatuation. He'd always have a place in my heart...but it was very tiny compared to the rest of my heart that was occupied by the love of my life, Brendon Boyd Urie.
"Love do you remember how we met?" Brendon asked me.
We were sitting in the bus with Jon and Spencer sleeping soundly and Kelly, Ryan, Brendon and me at the front.
I snorted, "Ha. I hit you with a door."
"Which I never told you hurt like fucking hell." He flashed his tummy and revealed his scar, "Even worse then this."
"It was a door grow up, besides we'd never have ended up like this."
He took my hand and examined my new engagement ring.
"Exactly."
Note to Self: Fuck people telling me fairy tales aren't real. I lived one. The fucking end.