Stall me

Chapter 7.

Brendons POV.

"What the fuck, what do you mean Spencer ditched?" I demanded. The band was called into a meeting in Jimmys room, it was now well passed midnight, and I had to slip out of the door while Emerson slept.

"I walked into his room to talk to him, and he was gone, this on his bed," Jimmy answers, handing me a folded up piece of paper, "I'm not sure why, but this fucks a lot of things up."

"No shit!" Nicole yells.

"We have a job again tomorrow before the show," Dallon sighs, "we kinda needed him as the distraction."

I pace around the room, feeling the anger build as I do so, the note in my hands stays folded, I couldn't read it right now. I was too pissed off.

Fuck you Spencer.

"So, anyone have any ideas?" I then ask.

The room stays silent, nobody knowing what to say. Spencer has never given any of us problems, I don't know why he would do this to us now.

"What about Emerson?" Nicole then asks, I shake my head immediately, adding a scoff behind it.

"No way, she would never be able to do this job, we have to drop off all of the shit without anyone seeing, she would get noticed, she's not careful."

"Well, we also need someone to come play the drums too, we are still on a tour, we can hire someone and get them in on it." Jimmy says.

"Fuck the tour!" I shout, "what are we going to do about the millions of dollars of drugs we have to deliver by the end of it?"

"Watch your tone with me B, " Jimmy hissed, eyes glaring into my own, "I know that, but we still need to look like a normal band, to the fans, to the press, to Emerson."

He had a point. She still doesn't know what we do. As much as I didn't want too, I had to be the one to protect her from it all.

If I couldn't protect sarah, maybe I could at least protect her.

"I know a drummer," Dallon chimes in, "and this drummer can do our shit with us."

We all look and face him, Jimmy nods, and Dallon exits the room to make a phone call.

The paper was now sweaty and worn since being in my hand. I take a deep breath and open it up.

'Dear panic!
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I couldn't be here anymore. I just couldn't take the pressure of this life. I hid it well with the drugs, but after kenny, I knew I had to move on. Do well without me.
P.s use your fucking lives to protect Emerson. He's after her.
-Spencer '

I throw the paper in the trash, feeling the glaze hit my eyes a little, I don't cry, but I knew i needed a moment. I rush out of the hotel room and head back to my own. A sleeping Emerson is in view when I open the door. Once I'm inside, I go to lay down on the couch again. Making my own little shitty pallet as comfortable as I can.

"STOP!" Emerson suddenly screams, making me jump. She is thrashing her legs around the bed, scratching into the air.

"Please kade get off!" She whines, Within a second, and I'm not sure why, I'm in the bed, grabbing Emerson and laying her down next to me.

"Kades not here," I whisper, gently pushing her hair from her now sweaty forehead. Her eyes are twitching like crazy, going back and forth underneath the lids. But as I continue to shush her and stroke her hair, she lightens up. Once she is calm, I start to get out of the bed.

"Please don't go." She whispers, eyes still closed. I hesitate, I can't sleep in bed with her. Fuck that.

I guess I can just lay down for a minute though.