"Where's the Brendon I know? I miss you. The old you," I thought to myself as I tried to pick up my feet so it wouldn't drag on the road.

When the car door closed, Brendon wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm so sorry Sarah. I love you so much. Don't ever forget that." Brendon said as a tear ran down his face.

Who was this pyscho? Brendon's mood completely changed. What if he was going to hurt me again?

"No! Get away from me Brendon! Don't touch me!" I screamed.

"Stop, stop, stop. Don't say that. You know you love me. Come on Sarah." Brendon said as he tried to kiss my cheek.

I pushed him away and tried to open the door.

Brendon pulled me closer to him.

"Why are you trying to leave!?" Brendon shouted at me.

"Please. Let go of me." I said as I tried to release myself from his grip.

"Fine! Leave!" Brendon screamed.

I was in shock. Leave? Don't mind if I do.

Brendon unlocked the car door. I tried to run outside with all my might. I fell to the ground.

"B-Brendon... help me. P-please," I faintly said.

That's the last thing I remember saying.

I woke up in a dark room. I was laying in a bed with chains around my feet.

"Sarah?" Brendon whispered.

He came next to me and unlocked the lock that kept my feet close to each other.

"I only put these on you so you wouldn't leave me. Please trust me. I'm here to protect you Sarah," Brendon said to me as he put his arm around me.

I honestly couldn't believe it but in that moment, I felt.. safe. I missed that feeling he gave me. I missed those butterflies in my stomach.

Brendon kissed the top of my head and held me in his arms.

"Come on. Let me take you downstairs. I'll make you pancakes," Brendon said with a smile.

Brendon plopped me onto the couch.

"Stay right there." Brendon faintly said into my ear.

I looked at all the pictures hung on the walls. A picture of Brendon proposing to Kylie was hung above the dining table.

Sudennly, I realised.. what was I doing? Why was I still in this psycho's home? I needed to get out of there.

I looked in the kitchen to see Brendon humming along to a song as he poured pancake mix onto a pan. I tip-toed to the front door. I ran straight out the door.

I was huffing and puffing, my heart was racing, sweat was trickling down my face. I stopped running when I reached a store. I fell to the ground. Tears ran down my face. I was finally out of there. He was out my life. I was free.