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

Chapter 21

It was the night of the concert. The kids were extremely excited to see their dad again, especially Saint. I felt bad for the little kid, in all honesty. Growing up without a mom. I could never imagine what it would be like. I give Pete a lot of credit though, taking care of two boys on his own. It was a lot of work.

I was going to miss the two squirts when I was gone. I didn't want to leave them, heavens no. I loved the two of them as if they were my own kids. But there was no way in hell I was going to stay there after what I planned on doing that night. No way.

And I was excited too, but for a different reason.

I was standing in the kitchen, rummaging through Pete's knife drawer, looking for a knife that would be the easiest to bring with me and the best to use to exact my revenge. I wasn't sure if I wanted to kill the guy or just harm him bad enough so that he'd never walk again. I was leaning more towards killing him. He really pissed me off.

"Uncle Patrick?" I heard Saint call from behind me.

I slammed the drawer shut and spun around, seeing Saint and Bronx standing the doorway between the kitchen and the front entry way. I plastered a smile on my face, "Yes?"

"It's getting late, don't you think we should get going?" Bronx crossed his arms, "These backstage passes are for before the show and if we wait any longer, we won't be able to use them."

"Right, right," I agreed, nodding my head, "Just go outside and wait in the car. I'll be out there in a minute, alright?"

"Alright," Bronx muttered, looking down at his brother, "Come on, Saint, I'll help get you in your car seat." The two brothers walked away and I turned back around, pulling open the drawer once again. I pulled out a pocket knife he had in there. I examined the weapon for a little before closing it and slipping it in the back pocket of my pants. I turned around and walked outside, slipping into the driver's seat of Pete's car. Bronx looked up at me.

"What took you so long?"

"I had to go to the bathroom," I gave as my excuse. "Do you have the tickets and passes?"

Bronx's eyes went eyes as he started checking all the pockets he had on his clothes. A meek smile stretched across his face, his cheeks red from blushing, "I think I left them inside." I rolled my eyes and got back out of the car, going back inside to retrieve our tickets.

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I pulled the car around back and Pete walked out to meet up with us. "Daddy!" Saint exclaimed, jumping up and down in his car seat in excitement. I smiled back at him as I turned the car off. We got out of the car and Pete's kids ran up to him. They pounced at him and he picked them both up in his arms.

"I missed you guys so much!" Pete exclaimed, kissing both of them on the heads. I slipped my hands into my pockets and walked up to them. Pete met my gaze and smiled, setting his kids down. "Hey."

"Hi," The corner of my lips curled up into a shy smile.

"How have they been?"

"They've been great," I answered, nodding my head, "Hey, um, is Brendon here?"

"Yeah, he's in his dressing room." Saint hugged Pete's leg, smushing his face into Pete's pant leg. Pete bent down and picked him up. "Why?"

"Oh, I just want to say hi," I told him, smiling reassuringly.

Pete heaved a sigh, "That's all you better be doing, Patrick."

"Mhmm," I hummed, swaying back and forth on my feet as I tried to build the courage I needed to actually go in there.