Give Me Therapy

What could possibly go wrong? Brendon is in his studio so I can scream at the top of my lungs for him. But I'm no so sure if he can hear me as much as I can't hear him. He'd come for me. He will. Please tell me he will.

I paced around the house waiting on Tony's arrival. I invited him to end this stupid bullshit. Brendon was the only one I wanted and the last thing I needed was for someone else to get in the way of that when he's finally getting closer to having him to himself and not share my heart with Kellin.

I chewed on my nail, I prayed I'd stay alive, and I stared down at the floor in silence. I sat outside for a short amount of time, only to notice the door to Brendon's studio was slightly open. That made me realize he likes to keep it somewhat open so he can hear it in okay.

So if something happens, I bring Tony out here. Brendon will hear me and help. It's the perfect innocent crime. I took a deep breath and entered the house after listening to Brendon sing loudly and beautifully.

The doorbell rang throughout the house and I froze. My shoulders tensed as I opened the door. He stood there with a mocking smirk on his face that I wanted to claw off with my nails. "Maggie." He states with a hint of seduction.

It reminded me of all the times Brendon would wake up hot and bothered and would wake me up with the same tone. "Tony." I growl lowly inviting him in. He grabs me by the ass and pulls me in for a kiss but I smack him away.

"I don't want to do this anymore." I rush. Tony pulls away and raises an eyebrow. "Excuse me?" His voice is angry as he gets closer. "Tony, I'm engaged and having a kid and you have a girlfriend." I shake.

"You have no say in this relationship." He growls angrily. "It's not a relationship!" My voice is raised and his hand goes flying across my cheek. "You're mine until I'm dead or tired of you. You can't tell me when this ends." He warns. "I just did." I whisper.

Tony grabs me and twists my arm as I fall to the ground. I manage to crawl into the kitchen bringing him closer to the backyard and grab a large knife from a drawer. Tony lunges towards me and I slash his cheek.

After pinning me down, he manages to grab the knife and lift it above my head. In a swift move, he brings it down and I move my head only leaving a deep cut across my cheekbone. Another one was left right across the side of my forehead to my temple.

Blood leaked out of my wounds and I felt lightheaded as kicked Tony off and sat up. I tried to get to the backyard by opening the door quickly but Tony grabbed me by my hair and slammed me against the sliding door again.

My palms were pressed against the door along with the front portion of my body and Tony repeatedly slammed my forehead into the door leaving lines of blood streaming down. I bang against the door and whine loudly.

Tony brings the knife up and I focus on the studio hoping and praying Brendon would walk out to check on me. He doesn't. So just as Tony is about to stab me right in the back, my mouth opens and I let out a screeching, "BRENDON!!"

The studio door opens widely and Brendon comes running out. This sidetracks Tony and I kick him away from me and let Brendon in. He immediately lunges for Tony and tackles him. "Call the police." He states with hatred in his eyes towards Tony.

I dial 911 and they're here in minutes. Once they take him away, Brendon lifts me onto the kitchen counter top and I fix my eyes on him trying not to focus on the blood on the sliding door. My breathing is shaky and rapid and I feel like fainting.

Brendon places himself between my hanging legs and holds my face in his hands, his worried eyes fixed on my cuts. His lips formed into a frown as he ran a thumb across my cheek. Blood smeared onto his skin and he rushed to grab the first aid kit.

Silently, he dabbed my face and placed bandages over the cuts as I repeatedly told myself Tony was gone and it was over. Brendon finished and kissed my lips gently. "You're okay." He whispers with glossy eyes. I couldn't tell if he was trying to convince me or himself.

"You're okay." He repeats before pulling me into his arms.

And by the third time he said it, I actually believed it.

Notes

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