I Write Sins Not Tragedies (a Panic! at the Disco story), chapter 1
Brendon's POV
"But...but..." My mom stuttered as I viciously threw my hood over my dark brown hair.
"I...can't stay mom! You know I can't!" I whispered placing my ipod in its case and throwing it in my dark blue duffle bag. "I'll be back in about a month."
"No you won't." My dad entered the room and faced me. His brown eyes burning a hole through mine. I looked at him confused.
"You're never coming under my roof again!" he yelled grabbing my half-packed bag and tossing it out my window onto the front lawn. "Go," he mumbled.
I didn't need to hear twice, I practically leaped down the stairs, grabbed my stuff and ran to Spencer's house. I could hear my mom pleading with my dad from my neighbor's yard. I shook my head. If this was how my parents would take my dream....then fine. I darted down the dark, empty street and knocked furiously on Spencer's door.
"Coming already!" a tired voice yawned.
As soon as he opened the door I leaped in and plopped down on his couch. His parents were out of town so it was the perfect place to meet. Brent was already sitting on a chair on the other side of the room, fast asleep.
"Get up!" Spencer yelled throwing a pillow at his head.
He leaped up and gave Spence a dirty "I'm going to kill you" look. Then eased back down. We sat there in silence for a while before there was another knock on the door. Spencer slouched and opened it.
Ryan bounced in. His hood was way down over his face.
"Hey Ryan...what happened?" I asked as he took the seat next to me.
He pulled off his hood revealing a huge purple bruise on the side of his face.
"My dad..." he mumbled trailing off.
"What did he do this time?" Brent asked facing him with a worried look on his face.
FLASHBACK
(Ryan's POV)
I sat in my room staring at my white celing. "Please...please don't come home!" I thought to myself as I heard the door open from downstairs.
"I'M HOME!" my dad slured. Great. He did come home. And he had been drinking.
I heard him come up the stairs and stand outside my room. Then he opened the door and walked in. He had a crazy look on his face. I cringed. without saying anything he ran over and hit me accross the face with the back of his hand. I fell backwards. I got up, ran past him and dived out the front door. Where to go where to go...SPENCER'S! I ran as fast as I could down the dark street. I felt a tear slide down my cheek.
"No crying Ryan," I told myself as I approched the familiar house. I pulled my hood up and took a deep breath.
"But...but..." My mom stuttered as I viciously threw my hood over my dark brown hair.
"I...can't stay mom! You know I can't!" I whispered placing my ipod in its case and throwing it in my dark blue duffle bag. "I'll be back in about a month."
"No you won't." My dad entered the room and faced me. His brown eyes burning a hole through mine. I looked at him confused.
"You're never coming under my roof again!" he yelled grabbing my half-packed bag and tossing it out my window onto the front lawn. "Go," he mumbled.
I didn't need to hear twice, I practically leaped down the stairs, grabbed my stuff and ran to Spencer's house. I could hear my mom pleading with my dad from my neighbor's yard. I shook my head. If this was how my parents would take my dream....then fine. I darted down the dark, empty street and knocked furiously on Spencer's door.
"Coming already!" a tired voice yawned.
As soon as he opened the door I leaped in and plopped down on his couch. His parents were out of town so it was the perfect place to meet. Brent was already sitting on a chair on the other side of the room, fast asleep.
"Get up!" Spencer yelled throwing a pillow at his head.
He leaped up and gave Spence a dirty "I'm going to kill you" look. Then eased back down. We sat there in silence for a while before there was another knock on the door. Spencer slouched and opened it.
Ryan bounced in. His hood was way down over his face.
"Hey Ryan...what happened?" I asked as he took the seat next to me.
He pulled off his hood revealing a huge purple bruise on the side of his face.
"My dad..." he mumbled trailing off.
"What did he do this time?" Brent asked facing him with a worried look on his face.
FLASHBACK
(Ryan's POV)
I sat in my room staring at my white celing. "Please...please don't come home!" I thought to myself as I heard the door open from downstairs.
"I'M HOME!" my dad slured. Great. He did come home. And he had been drinking.
I heard him come up the stairs and stand outside my room. Then he opened the door and walked in. He had a crazy look on his face. I cringed. without saying anything he ran over and hit me accross the face with the back of his hand. I fell backwards. I got up, ran past him and dived out the front door. Where to go where to go...SPENCER'S! I ran as fast as I could down the dark street. I felt a tear slide down my cheek.
"No crying Ryan," I told myself as I approched the familiar house. I pulled my hood up and took a deep breath.
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