Not in this world Genre: 15 (swearing, violence, kissing etc.) Characters: Brendon, Ryan, Spencer, John, Jordan (other characters will probably appear but there just main characters) I don’t own any of the members of panic at the disco or any of their family members mentioned in this story Summary: After suffering countless beatings from his drunken farther, Ryan seeks help from his three closest friends Spencer, John and Brendon. However Ryan grows closer to Brendon but dose Brendon feel the same for Ryan? POV: mostly Ryan if it changes then it will be mentioned Disclaimer: Story title came from ‘kids in glass houses song not in this world’ Also writing this story will be adrenaline 2019 Chapter index:Chapter 1 page 1Chapter 6 page 3Chapter 2 page 1 Chapter 3 page 1 Chapter 4 page 1 Chapter 5 page 2 Chapter 1: Another beating another day “Where the f**k have you been?” My drunken farther asked me as I dumped my bag on the floor “Err at school where every kid goes for 6 hours every week” I grumbled. “don’t be cheeky with me boy cus you might regret it” the last few word he spat whilst grabbing my arm hard and twisting it as far as it would go, I tried to hold in a yelp but failed miserably “scared are we? I can do much worse and you know it boy” he never called me by my name anymore ever since my mom left he started drinking coming home drunk every night abusing me… I should probably introduce myself; my Ryan Ross im 17 almost 18 I live in Las Vegas Nevada with my 10 year old half-brother Jordan and my drunken excuse for a dad. Even if he if my half-brother Jordan means everything to me, strangely enough my dad hasn’t turned to Jordan and I swore on my life that I wouldn’t let him. I will never let Jordan go through what I’ve been through. A sudden stinging sensation spread across my cheek as my dad slapped me “What was that for?” I asked in half shock not because he slapped me because it was sudden. “you will pay attention when im speaking” he punched me in the stomach, I doubled over in pain “told ya I can do worse and you know it” he whispered in my ear I could smell the strong smell of alcohol on his breath he punched me in the stomach for the second time, I fell to the floor in pain he kicked me in the ribs and went out slamming the front door shut behind him, probably gone drinking or something me on the floor my stomach and ribs bursting in pain. I finally managed to get up and escape to my sanctuary, my room. The one place where I could find peace just me and my beloved guitar which I got brought for me on my 14th birthday. What a good age to be, 14? I put my head on the desk and started to cry when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs I wiped my eyes and sniffed a few times, I saw my brothers face appear at my door, I monitored for him to come in he sat on my lap I winced slightly and hopped Jordan missed it he didn’t: “Dad beat you again Ryry?” “No, just some kids at school…” “Im not stupid Ry I know what he does to you and it makes me scared” his voice was muffled by him putting his head on my chest. “Look, I promise on my life that I won’t let him touch you ever okay” he nodded “you go to your room do your homework or whatever you have to do and I’ll make tea” he nodded for the second time and walked out of my room shutting the door behind him. I walked up to my mirror and lifted my shirt surveying the damage, to fist shaped bruises almost overlapping each-other were forming on my stomach another on the side of my ribs I poked it regretting it instantly, I fished out my phone and searched through the contacts “Hey, Brendon you might want to come and have a look at this” my voice broke at the last few words. “Why what’s wrong” his voice was full of concern “I’ve been beaten” Hope you like it adrenaline go go go!