Adopted-Brendon Urie

Chapter 5

As I fade out I hear Brendon running down the hall to find my backpack. My eyes start to feel heavy and Dallon starts to shake me to keep me awake.
Brendon comes running back with my bag and a glass of water. He opens the bottle, opens my jaw and pours the pill and water in my mouth. "There you go, just swallow the pills and it will be alright baby..." Brendon whispers to me. I swallow it and lean back into Dallon's arms. I space out and after about 15 minutes I feel like I came back to the present. A tear streams down my face and I fall asleep in Dallon's arms...
I'm running away from my dad, but I'm not fast enough... He catches up and violently jerks my arm back. "Where are you going little missy? I thought I told you to turn around for daddy not run away. You will be punished for this..." He raises his hand and starts to slap, punch, kick, and do more to me. After he's done he does something nasty that no father should do to their child...
When he's done he slaps me and calls me a little slut, a whore, worthless, ugly, etc. He then exits the room and locks me in it, no food for the 3rd day in a row. I start to cry and pass out...
I wake up in tears, silently sobbing. I turn my lights on really dim and hope I don't wake anybody up. I look at the clock and it says 2:03 A.M. I'm in-what I am assuming is- my room.
My backpack is in a desk chair, so I go over to it and grab it, and pull a thick book off one of the shelves. After I walk over to my bed I pull out my treasure box. I take the book and open it to about the middle, and carve a square out of the pages. I put my 6 razors and medical knife into the hole I made and take out 2.
I go into the bathroom and begin to work furiously at my thighs, making about 70 on each leg. I make some of the, words like worthless, slut, nothing, fine, and more. After I'm done with my thighs I go on to my sides only making about 13 on each side. That isn't enough but I've run out of places to do it... Maybe I can just make more on my arms.
After making 37 more on each arm I decide it's enough.
I put the blades back in the book and scurry over to my book shelves to put it away. I go back to the bathroom and put water on my legs, which stings like hell I might add, and silently scream in pain when it starts to sting. I don't bother doing anything else because I have to go to the bathroom. After doing my "buisness" I hear my bathroom door open, and I freeze in place and silently panic. The door opens revealing a sleepy Dallon, with his hair messy, eyes almost all the way closed, and slumped over.
Shit. I have shorts and a tee shirt on, so every single cut is visible. Dallon doesn't see them cause his eyes are almost shut. "Mmm... Layla, what are you doing at *yawn* 2:30 in the morning? You are supposed to be in..." His eyes start opening, and when they open all of the way they widen, tears forming in his eyes, and I think he's awake now... I push him out when they open and close the door, locking it so he can't get in. I can hear a sniffle from the other side of the door, and then he quietly pounds on the door. "Layla... Please! Let me in... Please! Layla... O-open the door right now!" Dallon chokes out, pleading.
After a few minutes I hear him sobbing and sitting on the floor. I did this to him! It's all my fault! I shouldn't even be here, everything would be better if I wasn't I grab my medical knife that I stashed in the drawer, cutting deep into my left wrist.
I unlock and open the door, and Dallon is sitting on the floor with his head in his knees sobbing and rocking back and forth. When he hears it open, he bolts up and I can see that his eyes are red and teary. He sniffs and takes a huge step towards me. He grabs my right wrist and I hiss, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. Dallon loosens his grip a little, but it's still tight. He studies the cuts I made and as he is looking down at them tears fall onto my wrist. "L-Layla... Did you *sniff* just do this..."
I look down at the floor and nod. "Go sit down on the toilet lid," he instructs. So I do what he says and sit on the toilet lid. He grabs a wash cloth and wets it, peroxide, and a towel. He comes over and grabs my right wrist, and bows his head down and kisses the top of my wrist, then kisses my forehead.
He hugs me and I hug back. I feel my shirt get wet so I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his torso while he picks me up. I put my head on his shoulder and say, "I'm sowy daddy." He pulls back and his jaw drops open. "Di-did you just call me... Daddy?" I bury my head into his shoulder and nod, blushing. He holds his arms around my back and holds on tightly.
Dallon puts me down and starts cleaning and bandaging my cuts silently. After he is done he grabs the medical knife and goes out of the room. He comes back after a couple of minutes and squats down in front of me, looking me in the eyes. "Layla, we are going to be so close. I can feel it. But I don't want to lose you, or for you to hurt yourself. I'm not going to tell you to stop, I am just going to tell you that I care for you and I want you to be careful." When he is done with his small speech he has tears in his eyes, not falling, just...there.
I nod my head and wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his torso (like a koala,) while he wraps his arms around my back. He carefully picks me up and carries me to my bed. He lays me down and starts to leave,but I don't want him to go. "No... Please don't go! I want you to stay with me. I'm scared..."
"What are you scared of?"
"M-my nightmares... Well, they're more like memories. Please stay... Please."
He nods his head and climbs in bed behind me, cuddling me like a teddy bear. "Good night daddy."
"Good night princess." And with that I fell asleep, but the same memory/nightmare happened again...