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Slow Motion	By : clandestinecassie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Panic! At The Disco Views: 2102 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Panic! At the Disco. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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thanks again to wkukluver, sorry i made you cry!
it ended up taking them an half hour to get home. the walk was made harder with ryan clinging to brendon, he thought that maybe he could call andy and see if he could get a ride...or he could call gabe but he decided against it, he didn't want anyone to know about what had happened to ryan if they didn't have to.
they got home and brendon's muscles were throbbing, any high he had once had was completely vanished and without any drugs on him he spent the last ten minutes of the walk in suffering sobriety. brendon felt bad because ryan was undoubtedly sore and yet he still had to walk.
once they got home brendon's anger hadn't subsided. he grabbed his cell phone and was tempted to call the police, but he stopped, he knew he couldn't do it. he couldn't report ryan getting raped at a notorious drug dealers house while brendon was all hopped up on heroine. he just couldn't do it, ecspecially since gabe had just helped him dispose of the gun he had killed brent with.
brendon settled ryan on the couch and went into the bathroom, he pulled open the bathroom mirror that always seemed to be inexpicably dirty. brendon pulled out a bottle of prescription pills and emptied out two of the large white pills into his hand, he downed them without water before he moved over to the puke green bathtub and turned on the faucets.
brendon called for ryan and he heard the thumping of ryan's bare feet hitting the wooden floors as he came into the bathroom. "bath time ryan." brendon said as ryan peered at the bathtub filling up with lukewarm clear water. brendon helped ryan pull off his red longsleeved shirt and jeans.
brendon helped ryan climb into the tub and he turned off the faucets. he knew ryan was mentally challenged but one of the few things ryan could do by himself was take a bath. but brendon would still leave the bathroom door open during ryan's bath's just in case.
he left the bathroom and moved into the living room. brendon stopped by the couch and rested his shaking hands on the back of the couch, he stood there just staring at the hardwood floor, unsure of what to do, the sound of splashing water serving as background noise to his thoughts.
he was still royally pissed off by what had happened to ryan. he was more pissed off that he knew it was his fault, he shouldn't have went to gabe's house, he shouldn't have gotten shitfaced and passed out when he knew he had to take care of ryan. it only served to prove the theory that brendon had, that no one else cared about ryan but him. it was obvious that no one would take care of him if brendon wasn't around, it all boiled down to ryan needing brendon.
sometimes it felt like a burden to him though, he never asked to be depended on, brendon never wanted to have to be the one to solely care for ryan. it would be easy he thinks, to send ryan away to a mental institution or something like that but brendon knew he never could. the second he did, the guilt would be too much.
despite the anger and guilt he was feeling there was something else plauging brendon's mind. it was what spencer had told him yesterday, that the cops had stopped by his place and that they had said that they'd be coming back today.
brendon suddenly felt tense and he wondered if by some lucky chance that he had missed the cops and could put off the meeting for at least one more day. he decided to go over to spencer's place and see if he had noticed the cops around today.
he left the house after telling ryan he'd be right back and then trudged along the overgrown grass, across his yard and pass the invisible barrier that seperated brendon's house from spencer's place. brendon moved across the driveway and up the walkway to the front door.
he stood on the small square cement porch and gave three quick knocks on the plastic like screen door. brendon waited, his nerves picking up and dropping like the temperatures of the last few days. he scratched his hands against the side of his jeans as the heavy wooden door was pulled open, revealing spencer standing there, protected behind the screen door.
"brendon?" he said sounding surprised as he pushed open the door and brendon backed up allowing spencer to step out on to the porch with him.
"hey spence-' brendon began before a loud voice was heard from inside the house.
"who is it spencer?" jon's voiced echoed at them.
"it's our neighbor, brendon." spencer turned a bit and answered jon. brendon had never really talked to spencer and jon much, nothing more then a few friendly waves or a hey every now and again or the year that brendon got a christmas card from the two of them.
he could see jon peek around the corner from one of the back rooms and peer out at brendon and spencer. brendon wondered if jon was cautious of him ever since the day he had seen jon beat the shit out of spencer.
"oh...hey brendon." jon said as he waved at brendon who gave a simple wave back. brendon had to admit that he felt disapointed at seeing jon back in the house with spencer. it wasn't the first time jon had left but brendon had hoped that it would be the last, now he only hoped that he wouldn't have to see or hear spencer getting beatened.
spencer avoided brendon's eyes as he and jon exchanged plesantries, brendon thought that maybe he was embarrased to let brendon see that he had allowed jon back into his life.
"so what's up brendon?" spencer asked probably wondering what brendon wanted.
"oh right, well i wanted to know if the cops had stopped by my place today?" brendon asked and spencer looked up at him with a slightly blank look on his face.
"um no, no one came by at all." spencer said. brendon's heart dropped a bit as he learned that he hadn't missed out on the visit by the cops. the only thing brendon could hope was that there was some other great amount of crime going on in the city so the cops would overlook brendon and he would slip through the criminal cracks.
"well alright, thanks spence." brendon said as he patted spencer on the shoulder gently. "i'll see you later." he said as he gave spencer a small smile and turned to head back to his house.
"yeah, see ya brendon." spencer said, his voice a soft whisper and brendon heard the screen door open and close and the heavy push of the oak door being closed.
brendon went back into the house and moved to the bathroom archway. ryan was still seated in the tub, the water still surrounding him, he splashed a bit and looked up at brendon.
"bath over bren-brendon?" ryan asked and brendon nodded and pulled a soft black towel off the shelf. ryan stood, the water dripping off of his muscular frame. brendon helped ryan step out of the bath and handed him the towel.
"go get dressed ryan." brendon told him and ryan nodded as he headed out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped loose around his waist. brendon let the water out of the tub and made his way into the kitchen, he thought about going into the kitchen and fixing himself a drink and that same second brendon heard a car pull into the driveway and seconds later a stern knock on the front door.
brendon froze and he was tempted to not answer, he probably wouldn't have if ryan hadn't yelled "bren-bren door! door!" brendon cursed under his breath.
"mr.urie, are you home? it's the police. if you're home you'd better open up." brendon heard a male voice say from behind the door. brendon cursed again and with his heart beating wildly he trudged to the front door.
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