Vision

When I awoke I wasn’t sure what time it was but it still felt early. I noticed that the room smelled rather disgusting, like a mix of sweat and alcohol, I couldn’t smell that bad, could I? I turned over in the bed to try and get more comfortable and nearly screamed. Brendon was standing over the bed staring down at me, I must not have been asleep long because he still had the drunken glaze over his eyes. The trust I had felt for him earlier completely vanished and I was once again terrified of him.
“B-Brendon? Are you all right?” I tried to keep my voice calm but I still couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes.
“Chris?”
“Yes Brendon?” He sat down on the edge of the bed and rested his right hand on my right shoulder.
“You’re…” he stopped talking for a moment, breathing heavily he turned his head to look at me. “You’re not, you’re not, Gerard, he doesn’t deserve you. You need, someone, someone, better.”
“Brendon, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Patrick wouldn’t have told him, he couldn’t, right? My breath hitched in my throat as Brendon got his entire figure up onto the bed with me, straddling my sides just like Gerard had done earlier.
“Brendon, stop now, you need to go back to bed, and you’re drunk.”
He slammed his hand over my mouth and I tried screaming but nothing could be heard. I could hardly breath through his hand so when he removed it I didn’t even think to scream again I just started breathing heavily trying to calm myself down. Just as I got my breath back Brendon was leaning over me, his face centimeters from mine. He smashed his lips onto mine and forced his tongue into my mouth. This was all too familiar, I couldn’t help but cry and lie there and let it happen. There was nothing I could do; he was too strong for me to even have a chance.
He reached his left arm under me to pull my body closer to his as his other hand pulled down the large pajama bottoms Gerard had given me; I could feel his large metal belt buckle jabbing into my abdomen. He began jerking his hips against mine, creating pleasure for him but painful denim on bare skin friction for me. He removed his lips from mine and I got out a small scream before he covered my mouth with his hand once more. He starts kissing around my jaw and neck, sucking forcefully on one spot no doubt leaving an angry purple and blue mark. He lifted my shirt with his free hand and began slowly tracing his fingers around my ribs and stomach. With the last bit of energy I could muster I slammed my right knee into his thigh, I was aiming for higher but this was enough to daze him in his drunken state.
I leapt out of the bed and tore the door open only to realize I had no idea where Patrick and Gerard were. So I did the only thing I could to make sure I got someone’s attention, I took a large breath, and screamed at the top of my lungs. I held my hands in tight fists incase Brendon came back for me. Just as I saw Brendon stand back up in the room I was in and begin walking towards me Gerard ran into my back, I didn’t even care that he hurt my shoulder. He held me in a close, protective hug and looked at Brendon with nothing but hatred in his eyes.
Brendon shook his head and looked down at his hands, his eyes filled with fear as realization washed over him.
“I…I…”
“Brendon…” Gerard didn’t know what to say, he picked me up in his arms and took me into the bathroom to clean me up.
The scent of alcohol from Brendon had pervaded what clothes I had left on and I had ruined yet another one of Gerard’s shirts with blood from both my shoulder and my hands. I hadn’t even realized that my nails had dug into my palms to the point of bleeding. I couldn’t believe just how ridiculous I probably looked; a tearstained face, a bloodstained t-shirt, no bra, and a pair of electric blue panties. That reminded me,
“Um, Gerard. Can I ask you something kind of weird?”
“Only if you promise to tell me everything that happened in there with Brendon, please I just want to help.”
“I promise. So, when you guys found me and brought me back here, was I wearing a bra? Sorry I know it’s irrelevant.”
“Yes, uh,” he paused for a moment to grin and rub the back of his neck nervously, “but we kind of had to cut it off of you, you’re shoulder was bleeding really badly and we couldn’t get to it with your bra on and well, uh, none of us could figure out how to undo it.”
I laughed and hugged Gerard; even if he didn’t do it on purpose he really knew how to make me laugh when I felt like jumping out the window.

Notes

I'm so so so sorry for this chapter guys!
I know it's fucked up and that in the real world Brendon would never ever act like this! I love him to death and could never actually think of him this way.

I'm so glad you are all still reading and I love reading all of your comments!

Question of the day: Be honest, have you ever thought of your own Killjoy name? (Mine was Carbon Queen)