Beautiful Distraction

i sat on the livingroom couch next to Gerard who was drawing away on a sketch book. Frank was out and Brendon was somewhere in the house. we had been there about a week. almost everynight i had been sleeping in Brendon's room, a few times with Gerard when he wanted to use me.
i thought that my little phase where i thought that i might love Gerard was over. He seemed to have no interest in me like he used to when it was just him and i had maybe started to develop a little crush on Brendon. he always made sure that i was happy and was always gental when we slept together. he seemed like he really cared for me.
Gerard kind of just started to drift away. we barely talked and we just didn't seem to have the same connection anymore. then of course i hated Frank.
"hey guys." Brendon said cheerfully as he entered the room.
"hey dude." Gerard replied.
"so i was thinking we could go out tonight. a friend of mine just sent me a few new types of pills that we could try on someone tonight if you wanted."
"ooo, what kinds? it better be the strong stuff."
"Methamphetamines, ecstasy, temazepam, the usual." sounded like fun to me.
"and of course we will need bait. Rose?" Brendon said looking in my direction.
"of course, dude. will Frank be coming with us?" Brendon nodded. "uuuuuuhhhhhhgg."
"come on, i don't see why you hate him so much. he's a good guy." Gerard told me.
"i just do. i don't have to have a reason to hate some people sometimes."

***later that evening***

i was wearing one of my finest dresses with my hair done all fancy and heels. (dress) i stood in the large bathroom adjusting my hair and earings, making sure i looked as nice as possible, when Brendon stepped into the room. "don't you look beautiful." he said i was beautiful. i don't think anyone had ever called me that before. at least not in the way Brendon was. he was wearing tight pants with boots and a dressy shirt and jacket.
"thank you. you look nice." i replied. i then felt him wrap his arms around my waist and rest his chin on my shoulder.
"you okay?" he asked. "you haven't been very... happy lately."
"yeah, i'm fine." not.
"you sure? i can tell when something's up." well where do i even fucking start. i could write a fucking novel filled with reasons why i'm NOT okay.
"well, does Gerard seem a little, different to you?" i asked.
"he seems about the same to me. is he acting different than before?"
"i guess before, he seemed to pay more attention to me. he was actually concerned about my feelings and now it's like he doesn't even care. i thought i might even love him."
"babe, you should know that Gerard doesn't love anyone. at 17 he killed his parents and little brother then ran away to a begin a life filled with sex, murder, money and drugs. he may seem concerned about you at somtimes but deep down, he doesn't love anyone. your "love" is probably your lust getting the best of you." maybe he was right. maybe it was just lust. and plus, Brendon has known him longer than anyone, he knows him better so what he was saying must have been true. "but i want you to know that i will always be here for you."

***even later that evening***

we arrived at a casino/ bar. Brendon said that he was friends with the bar tender and could slip a few pills into a drink. so when we got there, there were a lot of people. i clung on tight to Brendon's side as we entered the croud, making sure i wouldn't get lost in it. Gerard and Frank on the other hand waited in a nearby alley with a few different types of knives for each of us to use on our victum. we fought through the croud until the bar was in sight. i sat down on an open stool and ordered a beer then Brendon whispered something to the bar tender and handed him 4 colorful pills.
i started to sip the alcohol when i felt Brendon whisper, "i'll be waiting outside. aim for the guy three seats to your right." the ended with a light nip at my ear. the man to thr right of me, wasn't half bad. i'd give him a 7 out of ten. he wore a coat of eyeliner and had some scruff. he had blackish hair that was shaved on one side . he also had tattoos scattered across his neck, arms and even a few on his neck and head.
i watched as the bar tender made his drink, secretly dropping a few fizzy blue pills into the drink then waiting untill the fizzing stopped. then the bar tender handed the man his drink (vodka maybe) and he took a sip. i smiled deviously to myself as he visibly started to get dizzy. i'm pretty sure he took another sip or two before i knew, he wasn't going to remember anything.
i placed the glass bottle on the counder and hopped up from my seat over to the man who was smiling and now laughing like an idiot.
"he there.' i said, in my most seductive voice i could do.
"h-h-hi." he replied.
"what's your name?" i asked.
he thought for a second before answering, "uh, R-ronn-nie. yeah. Ron-nnie Ra-adke." then he laughed.
"well, Ronnie, if you wanted to maybe come home with me, i could show you a good time. does that sound fun?" i asked wrapping an arm around the back of his neck and biting my bottom lip.
"y-yeah." he replied. i got him.
so of course, i grabbed his arm, pulling him to his feet then dragging him through the croud until we reached outside. i could see Brendon leaning against the bulding, smoking one next to the alley Frank and Gerard were in. i held Ronnie's hand tightly as he stumbled in the direction i was going in the in to the alley, with Brendon following close behind us.
"k, guys." i said and Gerard and Frank stepped out of the shadows holding large knives with devious grins on thier face. i could hear Brendon's footsteps behind me.
Ronnie looked confused but laughed it off and pulled away from my grasp, "whatever... you g-guys are fu-ucking craaaaazy." he slurred.
"well, we may be crazy, but you're going to be dead." Brendon said from behind us. "now we can either kill you now and quickly or take you home and do it slowly and painfuly." i honestly did't like doing it quickly. it usually ment a stab to the chest, head or back. three places i didn'y like the feeling when the knife goes in. i prefer cutting across the throat. wow. i am crazy.
"well, if i'm going to die, m-might as w-well get it over with." he said. atleast this person has some sence.
"Rose?" i heard Gerard say. i guess they wanted me to do it. so i grabbed Ronnie's arm opposite of me so i spinned him and his back was pressed against my chest.
"knife please?" i said. it would be hard to kill someone with nothing. Frank then dropped a knife and kicked it sliding it to my feet. i was a little nervous. this was pretty much my first time actually killing someone . i had helped with touturing before but never killing someone on my own.
i reached down to the ground and picked the knife up then holding it up to his neck,"well, any last words?" i asked. he shook his head. "well then." i pressed the knife into his skin until it broke and crimson blood began to run down his neck. with one quick movement, i slid the knife across his neck, hearing him yell out in pain until he was silent. dead to be exact.
i then dropped his body so he fell to the ground with a loud thud. "good job, Rose." Brendon said as he approached me from behind. "maybe that can be rewarded." he whispered huskily into my ear.
'yeah, yeah. fuck when we get home!" Frank yelled.
"so what are we going to do with him?" i asked.
the guys stood for a moment before argreeing on burying it outside the city.
so. i'd killed a guy... fun. at least Brendon is nice.

Notes

oops. i killed Ronnie Radke. sorry i didn't update earlier. i had to think of what to actually write soo, but i will have a new chapter up in probs about 10-12 days. just buisy with school and shit. well i hope u liked it. be sure to rate comment and since you guys seem to like this story, please subscribe. k luv yalls bai <3.