Kaleidoscope Destination (Brendon Urie Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

Brendon's POV

Suddenly, every emotion jumbles into one. All apart from happiness, joy and relief.

"Brendon" The man I refuse to call my father says quietly, smiling pitifully and sadly.

I feel the tears fill my eyes, but refuse to allow them to roll down my cheeks, I refuse to give him power, the feeling of fulfillment, because its always been 1 tear = 1% of power to the person who made you feel that emotion in the first place, and there was no way I was giving him that satisfaction, he doesn't deserve to be cried over.

I hold my right palm to my mouth, and wrap my fingers around my cheeks and jaw and rub slightly before pulling my hand away.

"What the hell is he doing here?" I look over and ask my mum, who had a tissue in hand, and puffy eyes obviously from crying.

"Brendon, right now, you just need to go down stairs and I'll be with you and your sister soo-"

"Tell me what the fuck he is doing here right now" I say calmly, but still manage cutting off my mum, and I feel a tear roll down my cheek.

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"Brendon, I-"

"I wasn't fucking talking to you" I then cut off my birth father

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"Brendon" My mother begins, "will you please just calm down, go downstai-"

"Calm down?! You want me to calm down?! Don't you dare tell me to fucking calm down! Tell me what the fuck he's doing here?!"

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I couldn't hold it in, I feel like going up to him and punching him repeatedly until we're even.

"Brendon, will you please just listen to me?" He says in a calm voice, with a sad expression on his face

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"Shut, the hell up, don't you dare fucking talk to me, you fuc-"

"Brendon that's enough!" My mum cuts me off as I'm gripping the roots of my hair with my left hand, messing it but not caring.

"What? It will never be enough! He will never recieve all that he deserves! Ever!" I yelp at her, before she points to the door

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I glare over at the door and notice Anastasia holding her baby blue blanket and stuffed giraffe toy protectively, wearing her pink matching top and bottom pyjamas with mini purple baby hippos printed on them. She has a sad look on her face, like she's about to cry.

I wipe my no doubt puffy eyes with the palms of my hands and walk over to her, and crouch down to her height, as she's cuddling her giraffe and blanket.

I wipe the hair in front of her face, and tuck it gently behind her ear "Beebo? Whats going on? Why are you crying" She says in her soft, innocent voice, frowning.

I sniffle and look down, but then I feel her hands stick to each cheek and she lifts up my head "Beebo? Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course princess, always" I tell her

She then cups my ear "Who is that weird man that's making you cry? I don't like him, is he a bad man?" She whispers discretely to me

"Well, in my perspective he is Ana, but you'll have to find out from your own perspective" I whisper back to her

"My perspectrum? Can you help me find it? And then can you tell me why you're crying?" She asks

"You are just full of questions aren't you, curious little Anastasia" I laugh, and feel that the tears have finally diminished

"What can I say? I get it from my brother" She says cheerfully

I look back into the room, and scowl at the sight of him and my mum, observing us.

"Hey, I think it's time to put you into bed now Ana? You wanna do that?" I ask her and she nods

"Only if you sing me a song" She says smirking

"How about a bedtime story tonight instead? We always sing" I tell her

"Eurgh, fiiiine, but just tonight, since we have, uh, company" She agrees, practically reading my mind

After spending the next 30 minutes reading to her until she peacefully dozed off, I go back to my mothers room intending to continue my rampage, but they're not there, so I head downstairs and I feel a cold chill run down my body as my sad eyes met his.

God, I am never sitting on that couch ever again, until it's disinfected. I don't wanna catch his contagious idiocracy.

"So when is he leaving?" I ask my mum

"Well, um, that's the thing Brendon, we can't afford to keep this place anymore, because there are customers willing to pay for the property, they're willing to double what we're paying, but we don't get any of the money, it goes t-"

"To me" He says cutting her off

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? What, so none of the money goes to us? It goes to him?!" I say in a loud whisper so that I don't wake up Anastasia.

"Uh, yes, which means we would be homeless because, we would have no money, and our savings wouldn't buy a new house, or at least, not an appropriate house for me, you and Ana" She tells me, a short pause before continuing, I look at her, damaged

"Which means, we, um, we have to move in with your father, to Memphis"
She says worryingly

"You're joking right?" I say hysterically, thinking that she was

"Uh, I'm sorry Brendon, but no" My mum looks up to me with sympathetic eyes, and my smile morphs into a frown.

"Fuck you, fuck this, there is no way in hell that I am moving back in with this sick bastard!" I start raising my voice now, I'm in raged and I can't control what I'm saying, and I don't want to, that piece of shit deserves every word.

"Brendon, can you please just conside-" He says before I cut him off

"Shut the fuck up! You don't get to tell me what's happening! You fucking beat us! Almost 7 fucking years ago you left us, I was 10 years old! You beat a 10 year old and then when Ana was born you packed your fucking bags, took our life savings, took the car and you fucking left! You can't do shit! You are not my father, and you are sure as hell are not Anastasia's father, and I won't allow her to move in with you! Because you will beat her too - fuck, you should be in jail!-"

"Brendon! We have no choice, we have to do this! Look, I'm sorry but this is how it is" My mother tells me.

"This is unfuckingbelievable, I'm not moving in with you, you're a monster, fuck you!" I say directed at the man sitting across the room before I make my way upstairs, raging, crying, and I hear my mother calling my name but I ignore it.

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When I get to my room, I lock the door, walk over to my desk, and wipe everything off of it onto the floor, shattering the glass bulb in my lamp, and messing up all of my papers that I had laid out carefully earlier, then I open up the small drawers connected to the desk and throw them against the wall, breaking the plastic handles, spreading various pens, pencils and hair product stuff all over the floor.

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Then I go into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. I'm disgusting. My hair is a mess, my scalp is bleeding from digging my nails into my scalp too hard, and my face is all puffy, red and soaked.

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I try to come up with ideas to change this and contemplate my options, but..
Nothing..
Nothing comes to mind

There's nothing I can do about this. Nothing! Me and Anastasia are being forced to live with a monster, and I can't even leave, otherwise Ana will probably end up dead. Fuck, what am I going to do?

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