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Post by William Beckett on Aug 18, 2011 3:41:02 GMT -5
"Have a drink, Brenny. Brendon, calm down baby. We'll have fun Bee. Promise."
Brenny, you don't understand a thing baby. We belong here. I'm so broken, baby, this is the best place for me baby, come on. You can bend and not break.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Aug 19, 2011 6:59:17 GMT -5
Shake his touch for a glass, a drink he says, sure! I beckoned the bartender for another and another. A beer, a scotch, whiskey, leave the bottle. Sip again, again, more. Have I had enough?
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Post by William Beckett on Sept 3, 2011 1:28:37 GMT -5
He was already shaking when I touched him. Already moving enough that maybe no one would notice a little more. No one would care. He was just another drunk now, and no one would say a thing.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Sept 3, 2011 6:05:07 GMT -5
"LET ME GO!"
Screaming silently, no words came out. Panicking I stood up just to hit the floor. I looked up to him, his eyes blank to me.
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Post by William Beckett on Sept 3, 2011 8:23:28 GMT -5
When Bee broke, I stumbled. Fell backwards and stumbled away from him. And I ran. My baby broke me. I sprinted from the place. Sprinted from him.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Sept 3, 2011 9:02:13 GMT -5
Mumbling, I staggered to the door and screamed. "Bill! BILL!"
He was too far and I was too foul. Fell to the pavement.
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Post by William Beckett on Sept 26, 2011 5:00:53 GMT -5
"You have a show tomorrow," I whispered in his ear. Stepping out from nowhere to watch him jump. Focusing on the tab dissolving in my mouth so I could run away. Run away without running, at least.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Sept 26, 2011 5:33:11 GMT -5
I scrambled up and pushed his face away. "Fuck off." I mumbled, spitting my own blood at his feet. Shouldn't have fallen, bitten my tongue. Should have bitten it to hold back the bitterness. I started staggering back to where I came from, hoping Spencer would arrive.
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Post by William Beckett on Sept 26, 2011 5:36:50 GMT -5
"You need me," I called after him. "You need me to feel better about yourself, Bee. You need me to be the broken one."
I didn't chase after him. I just stood and yelled and waited. He'd find me again, my baby would always come back to me.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Sept 26, 2011 20:20:26 GMT -5
I walked further but Spencer never showed himself. Found the bus but everyone was gone. Scrambled in under the covers in my bunk only to find that it was still cold. So cold, inside and out.
But I wasn't going back.
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Post by William Beckett on Nov 21, 2011 6:44:37 GMT -5
I woke up in his mess. Goddamn, why did he have to come back to the bus? The bus was dirty and busy and people noticed out of the ordinary things like William here. Bee's hair was stuck to his brow with sweat, Bee's breath was heavy. The others would ask him questions. Oh, Bee, what have you done now?
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Post by Brendon Urie on Nov 21, 2011 7:23:25 GMT -5
My heart beat so loud that I could hear it, the pounding headache worse than the ache. I felt, sticky, humid, wrong. A hand crept across my waist gently, pulling the tangled cover up over me. "No..." I mumbled, pushing it away, until my arm collapsed to my thigh, and the darkness swept over again.
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Post by William Beckett on Nov 21, 2011 22:19:48 GMT -5
"They can't find out about me, baby," I whisper in my ear. "Brenny, I just want what's best."
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Post by Brendon Urie on Nov 22, 2011 18:05:18 GMT -5
"Bill, go." I muttered as I pulled the covers over my head. "Please."
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