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A Step Closer To Hell Book 4	By : panicgurl411 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Panic! At The Disco Views: 1550 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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While Ryan Was sleeping, Bits and Pieces of his recent past came crashing back to him.

His old friend Mark Sands, His funeral, and the picture his mother gave to him.

Paul McCracken, sitting next to him during his coma, hearing his own words.

“Pauly, can you hear me? Open your eyes.” Regaining temporary consciousness, only to have amnesia. Then slips back under coma and dies.

The two guys who would watch him when he played in New York. He never knew what became of Alex.

Patrick’s face scowling mouthing to him, words he can’t quite catch.

Pete’s angry sneer loomed in front of him, and then faded away.

Brendon came to him last, the night he grabbed Ryan’s arm, heard the snapping of his arm.

Ryan woke up, Brendon was watching him.

“Are you Ok?” Brendon asked him

“Sure- just some bad dreams.” Ryan told him.

He noticed they had stopped. Spencer in the front seat spoke.

“We’re stopping here for dinner.

While they ate they decided not to go to the rest stop. They would spend the night in a Hotel.

They pulled up to the Diamond Lantern. Spencer went in and got a room for them.

They had stayed there before, Brendon and Ryan went to the room, while Spencer and Jon went to the small clothing shop, to buy swimming trunks. They were going to take advantage of the pool. And hot tub.

In their room, there were two double beds; Ryan was laying back on one, his head resting on the headboard. Brendon was sitting on the edge.

“Were you serious, when you said you’d marry me?” Brendon began.

“Of course I was. I was only half asleep, I heard you.” Ryan told him.

Brendon smiled, he reached over to kiss him, and then his phone rang.

Brendon answered it.

“Hey Pete how’s things?” What happened? Really! No you didn’t fail Patrick! You need to regain your control of him. You can’t blame Ryan for all of this. Yes I know it was his influence, we’ll take care of it when we get back home. Tomorrow afternoon. Ok we’ll talk then.

He shuts his flip phone with a slam, and looks at Ryan.

“What was all that about?” Ryan asked fearfully.

Brendon pointed at Ryan.

“You are in big trouble!! Do you know where Patrick is?!”

Ryan shook his head.

Pete took him to one of his disciplinarian friends, because he pulled a knife on him!” Brendon finished.

“What does that have to do with me?” Ryan asked

“Everything!!” Brendon screamed.

Then calmer

“It was your influence, on Patrick, that caused all this.”

“No it wasn’t me.” Ryan whispered.

“If you hadn’t of run away, Patrick wouldn’t have thought he could do the same.” Brendon countered.

“But I didn’t pull a knife on anyone.” Ryan whimpered.

Brendon stood up he glared down at Ryan. Ryan crouched on the bed.

Fearing he would be slapped or worse. Then Brendon walked out of the room. Ryan sat there a long time.
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Spencer and Jon swam for awhile and played, then they got into the hot tub Jon grabbed Spencer, looked into each other’s eyes, then Spencer bent his head, his lips touching Jon’s. Brendon was sitting at one of the tables. When the kiss broke, they greeted him, they knew something wasn’t right, so they got out and went over, Brendon filled them in.

Jon and Spencer were in shock.

“I can’t believe Patrick pulled a knife on him.” Spencer said, shaking his head.

“I can, Patrick is highly influential>“ Jon put in.

“I can too.” Brendon added thoughtfully.
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Up in the room, Ryan wondered when they were coming back, but didn’t have to wait long.

The three of them came in; Spencer took his wet trunks off to dry, as did Jon. They got on one bed.

Brendon walked up to Ryan.

“Ryan, you are going to sit and write an apology letter.”

“I’m not in school.” Ryan rebelliously told him.

Brendon had enough, he took his studded belt out and made Ryan lay on his stomach, yanking his pants down, and he brought the belt down several times in a row. Ryan’s ass was becoming a mass of welts. Brendon kept striking him. Spencer and Jon were watching and smiling at Ryan.

“I am sick of this Ryan!” Brendon said as he was whipping him.

Brendon stopped, and made him sit at the round table.

“What do you want me to say?”

“You are to write a promissory note instead, that states, you are Pete’s property for the next two days, after our return and that Pete will have complete power to do as he wishes.” Brendon commanded.

He noticed Ryan was not writing this down.

“You better start writing, or I’ll whip you harder, and it better be exactly as I told you; If you think, I tore your ass when I first took you in my bed, think again, wait and see what my cock will do, after it’s been in a penis pump.” Brendon added.

Ryan started writing; Brendon stood over his shoulder and watched him.

In the other bed, Jon was fucking Spencer, Spencer was clenching the pillow case, his face white, Brendon wanted Ryan to feel that type of pain again and again.
He wanted to rip him to pieces. He will do that on their wedding night.

Ryan showed his note to Brendon, Brendon looked over it thoughtfully.

“Can I be excused teacher?” Ryan asked.

Brendon looked down at him, that was the last disrespectful question or comment, Ryan was ever going to make.

“Get on the bed.” Brendon told him tersely.

Ryan did as he was told. Brendon got out Pete’s cat o’ nine tails and started wailing into Ryan, Ryan’s skin became broken, bloody.

Brendon kept hitting him, when it was over, Brendon held him. And whispered softly to him.

“After we’re married Ry, You’re going to be the good boy, I know you can be.”

Ryan whimpered into Brendon’s chest.

In the middle of the night, Ryan got up and went to the bathroom, he caught his reflection in the mirror, then this line came back to haunt him.

The bruises and contusions will remind you what you did when you wake.*

Ryan quickly got back into bed. Brendon woke up, rolled over as if reading his thoughts.

“The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events*

Brendon sang softly in his ear. Ryan heard a tinge of malice in Brendon’s voice.

* Only borrowed, for fic. Camisado lyrics belong to PATD.
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