The World's Not Waiting For You (FOB FanFic ft. Brendon Urie)

Chapter 19

The first few minutes of the drive were completely silent. She didn't even have the radio on. I tried to turn it on at some points, but she just gave me this look out of the corner of her lie that made me feel like turning the goddamn radio on was a sin. So I just returned my hand to my lap and averted my gaze out the window.

"So what do you want me to tell you that you don't already know?" She asked me while we were stopped at a red light, glancing over at me.

"Why?" I simply answered, not looking over at her, "Why would he do all of this?"

She returned her attention to the road, "He wanted to be with me. He wanted us to be together, without you or Sarah in the way."

"So you were sleeping with him."

"I wasn't sleeping with him, Patrick. I mean, at that time...we were just...flirting a bit, that's all," She admitted. I rolled my eyes. "But I wasn't sleeping with him."

"Whatever," I crossed my arms.

She heaved a sigh and pressed down on the gas pedal - the light had turned green. "And anyways, that night, he had so many drinks I don't even think he knew what he was doing. He was babbling on and on about how much he wanted to be with me, but that he couldn't because he was with Sarah and I was with you. I agreed with him. And then he asked me what I would do."

"What do you mean 'what would I do'?" She asked him, giggling and taking a sip of the champagne he had poured for her.

"What would you be willing to do for us to be together?" He clarified, refilling his glass and taking a quick sip from the bottle.

Elisa shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know."

"Would you be willing to kill?"

She looked at Brendon and laughed, "Kill?"

"Yes," He retorted with utmost seriousness, "Would you be willing to kill? So we could be together?"

"He, at first, wanted me to kill you," She disclosed, shaking her head, "I thought he was crazy, but he explained to me that that was the only way for us to be together. Otherwise we'd be stuck in marriages we were unhappy in for the rest of our lives."

"Were you unhappy with me?" I was hurt, I'm not going to lie. Hearing that the happy marriage I thought I had was in fact an unhappy marriage, it hurt.

She caught a quick look over at me before putting her eyes back on the road, "I wasn't really unhappy. I was just...lonely." I scoffed in disbelief. Everything I thought I knew...wrong. "But that's beside the point, Patrick. I couldn't kill you. You were my husband, the love of my life, and the father of my child. Brendon tried to get me to do it, but I wouldn't. I couldn't. So...he came up with another plan. Instead of me killing you, he'd kill Sarah, and blame it all on you."

"Blame it on Patrick? But how?"

"Look, my wife's already all over him," He said to her, "She's loading him up on drinks as we speak. Get the two of them drunk enough and eventually they'll disappear somewhere private so they can...you know, have sex. I know Sarah and what happens when she drinks."

"So you want your wife to sleep with my husband?"

"Of course I don't want her to, but if they do, then there's DNA evidence right there. On her, in her. In the bedroom - I'll make that the murder scene and it'll look like he did it."

"I'd never heard someone talk like that in my entire life. He was so set on doing this...I didn't believe him. But...you know, he actually went through with it."

"How?" I interjected, "How did he do it?"

"You know how," She muttered.

I took in a deep breath before asking another question, "Why did you stay with him?" Elisa remained silent. I turned my head so I was looking at her. "Elisa?" She kept her eyes locked on the road. I could see her knuckles turning white as her grip on the steering wheel tightened. "I just want to know," I murmured, "Please. Give me some closure. That's all I'm-"

"We're here," She muttered under her breath, getting out of the car as fast as she could. I got out and ran to join her side.

"Elisa! Stop!"

"What?" She screamed at me as she stopped in her fast tracks and spun around to face me. "What do you want, Patrick?"

"I want you talk to me. I want you to answer my question. Not run away from me."

"Maybe I don't want to answer your question!"

"Well it's too late to keep things to yourself anymore, Elisa. I know what Brendon did. I know how he did it and I know why he did it. I could tell everyone!" I threatened.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah! And you know what? Once that information comes out, his life - and yours - will be ruined. Just like mine was," I poked my chest.

Elisa and I were completely oblivious to the audience we had attracted. Teachers, students, parents. They were everywhere - behind me, in the windows of the school, standing by the front doors behind Elisa.

"Is that what you want?" Elisa yelled back at me, "To get revenge? Give us the pay back you feel we deserve? Or is it that you so desperately want your old life back and that you're willing to ruin everyone else's, just to get back a life that doesn't exist anymore?"

A lump formed in my throat as those words escaped her lips. I went pale.

She shook her head, "You're not special, Patrick. You don't just get to pick up where you left off. The world went on without you, get that through your thick skull. I stayed with Brendon, and I'm still going to stay with him, because I love him. I don't love you. Not anymore. Not like I did before you killed Sarah..."

I stared at her, speechless, my eyes wide and my jaw dropped.

She was acting as if Brendon hadn't told her what he did. As if she didn't know what had happened. And I guarantee that's what she's always done since that night - forget, act as if she truly believed I was the one who murdered Sarah. When in fact she knew I wasn't. And now, looking back, I get it. I totally get it. It's easier. And all we want is the easy way out.

But the thing I don't understand after all this time is why - after he disclosed to her everything - she didn't say something, why she didn't do something. She could've gotten me out of prison. She could've saved me. But she didn't. And I don't know why.

"So just move on, Patrick," Elisa went on to say, "Get a hold of your life. Stop being a nanny for your best friend and get a real job like everyone else released from prison if they're lucky enough does. Find yourself someone who doesn't leave you for one of your friends. Maybe even move away from here. Maybe you should move back home. At least there you'll have someone who actually wants you around. Because you're sure as hell not wanted here." She stared at me for a little, her chest rising up and down and her face turning red, before turning away from me and walking into the school. The audience parted to allow her through.

...I stayed with Brendon because I love him. I don't love you anymore...