Daddy, I Love You [Brendon Urie]

4: Secret

EMMA'S POV

Thus began my first day with my super awesome new parents.

We went to Hot Topic and got me a lot of clothes. Brendon and Sarah got recognized a lot (I mean, we were at Hot Topic so...), and they took a bunch of pictures and signed a lot of stuff.

Then, we went back home and Brendon helped me hang my signed poster on the wall of my bedroom.

"Thanks, Bren- what should I call you?"

Brendon looked at me. "What do you mean?"

"Should I call you Brendon or Dad?" I asked, unsure.

Brendon paused and thought. He finally answered, "Whatever you feel comfortable with, Emma."

"Okay. You're one fucking awesome dad."

"Woah," Brendon said.

I realized that I had just swore. "Oh, sorry, I-"

"No, you can swear all you want," Brendon assured me. "Hell, how many times do I swear a day? It just caught me off guard."

I nodded, and I was pleased that he understood and I didn't get in any trouble.

Sarah came in the doorway. "I'm making dinner and it'll be ready in about two hours or so."

Brendon nodded. "Okay. Hey Emma?"

"Yeah?"

"How about we go somewhere while dinner's cooking?"

I shrugged. "But where?"

Brendon thought. "Want to get your hair dyed?"

My eyes widened. "Oh my god YES!" My hair was an icky brown colour. I wanted some teel tips at least.

Me and Brendon got into the car and he drove me to a hair salon. On the way there, Brendon asked me to plug my phone into the aux chord and play some music.

Nervous, I plugged it in and put it on shuffle, wondering what would play. Nearly Witches started blasting. Brendon smirked, but didn't say anything.

"I love your band so much," I said.

"Good," he answered. "I'm glad."

The french part of the song played, and that was never really something I learned, so I only knew the first line. Once the actual song began, I started to sing along.

I felt awkward singing because I didn't know what Brendon would think, but to my surprise, he started singing, too. He even cranked the volume up and rolled down the windows.

Soon, we arrived at the hair salon. Brendon got out of the car, so I got out, too. He waited for me. I closed the car door and was about to walk up with Brendon, but I realized my sweater was caught in the door. When I started walking, it came off.

I froze. Brendon was looking directly at my scars.

"Emma? I... why?" Brendon came over to me and looked into my eyes. "What are those?" he asked softly.

I remained silent. I never wanted him to know, but I guess he was going to find out some time.

"Emma? Answer me."

"They're scars," I said. I closed my eyes.

BRENDON'S POV

"Emma? Answer me."

She was looking at the ground. "They're scars," she said.

Part of me felt horrible making her talk about it, but the other half told me that I needed to do this. I took her hand, and we sat back down in the car. "What are the scars from?" I asked her.

Emma didn't look at me. "My parents abandoned me. I was depressed, so I cut." I could see tears forming in her eyes. "I don't want to talk about it."

I understood that she didn't want to talk with me about this, but it struck me really hard. I felt a little lump in my throat. Was Emma suicidal?

Emma hung her head lower. I think it was because she didn't want to cry in front of me. I rubbed her back. "Tell you what," I said. "Let's go get your hair dyed and go home for dinner, and we'll talk about this another day. Sound good?"

Emma nodded. We got out of the car and went into the hair salon.

EMMA'S POV

I asked for teel tips and highlights. Brendon said it looked really cool. I was still a little shaken from him seeing my scars, but he understood, and that made me happy.

We went home for dinner, and it was lasagna. Sarah's lasagna was like heaven.

I went to bed that night thinking about what Brendon must have thought when I told him I used to have depression. Brendon also said that we'll "talk about this another day".  

I wonder what will happen then?

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I am liking how this story is turning out. I'll update more tomorrow.

- Cat