Adopted-Brendon Urie

Chapter 4

Layla's P.O.V
I stare at him wide and teary eyed. "W-what did you j-just say your band name i-is?" I choked out. I think he is trying to mess with me, if he is I am going to be mad.
"It's called Panic! At The Disco... Do you know our band?" He sounds so calm as the car is coming to a stop at a huge house/mansion.
I grabbed my backpack and jumped out of the car, as Brendon is already walking up to the door. "Brendon!" I call his name, but I have tears running down my face. As soon as he turns around I run to him as fast as I can, holding onto him as tight as I can and sobbing into his shirt. After a couple seconds of just staying there I manage to say, "Thank you, so so much..." I can feel him smile, and after a couple of minutes he puts me down.
I grab his hand and we walk into the house hand-in-hand. As we walk in I hear footsteps come racing down the stairs and, me being my shy self, hide behind Brendon and burry my face halfway into his back.
"I-Is that her?" A tall guy with brown hair in a white v-neck tee shirt and flannel pajama pants says. He smiles at me and I come out beside Brendon while still holding his hand. His eyes widen and he screams, "AWWWWW! SHE'S SO ADORABLE!" I blush and put my head down, smiling. "I'm Dallon Weekes!" Dallon ran over to me, picked me up, and started to throw me around and tickle me. I giggle while Dallon is awwing and laughing.
When Dallon is done he puts me down and I run over to him and hug his waist, don't judge me! Im short! He hugs me back, to the best of his ability, and says, "Brendon! I think you got the most adorable daughter ever, can she be mine too?" Brendon just stands there and laughs a little bit. After a second he says, "You know you are her other father anyways? Spencer is too..."
Dallon looks like he is about to burst and he sort of does, as he goes back upstairs slams a door, screams, and runs back downstairs. I giggle and he runs up to me and picks me up, hugging me and kisses my forehead. I, of course, hug him back and giggle even more.
Dallon looks like he is about to cry, so I wiggle out of his arms. Another man comes down the stairs, this one bringing out my fear of men. A lot. He starts walking towards me, but I start to back up slowly. Then I turn around and bolt, running behind Brendon and bury my face into his back. I'm shaking really hard, crying, and freaking the f**k out! I then realize that Brendon is also a man, and very, very, scary...
When I start thinking about this I start to breathe really heavy and back away from him. He turns around and looks at me like he's confused. The thing that makes is worse is that I'm in a small space with 3 men that are all very tall in my point of view. I start to sweat and hyperventilate as Dallon and Brendon comes closer. The man who triggered my reaction is running over and he looks concerned, but I don't care. I start running down a hallway, not caring that I don't have any freaking idea where I'm going.
"God dammit!" I hear Brendon swear, then I hear 3 people running after me. I start crying even harder and run even faster. The footsteps behind me are getting louder and I make various turns, trying to throw them off. I make a left and hear, who I assume is, Dallon yell, "Layla! Why are you running from us?!" I yell back, "P-Please stop!" I am still hyper-ventilating, so I stutter and it's hard to run. Yet I still keep going.
After a couple more turns I come to a dead end. I run until I get to the wall, and slide down it, putting my hands over my head in a way to protect myself. I put my head onto my knees, sob and breathe heavily. The three men come to a stop in front of me with their hands on their knees panting. Once they catch their breath Dallon comes down and sits on his knees. He leans over and gathers me in his arms, rocking us back and forth, whispering, "shhh, hey it's going to be alright, shhhh," until I stop shaking and freaking out.
When I'm finally calm I just sit there staring, and I remember I didn't take my seizure medicine. Before I go completely "under" I say hurriedly, "Brendon. Backpack... Seizure medicine. When I'm unresponsive like yesterday and stare off into space, I'm having a seizure. I h-haven't taken it yet... I-I think I'm going to ha-" and in the middle of my sentence I start fading, staring into space...