Daddy, I Love You [Brendon Urie]

22: She Loves You, Daddy

DALLON'S POV

I knocked on the Urie door with a shaky hand. This wasn't going to be fun. They're going to see their bloody daughter and freak out... and I'd have to explain. I'm not very good at that.

Brendon answered it with a smile, but the grin turned into a confused stare as he noticed the body I had over my shoulder. "Dall...?" he started, but then backed up slowly into the house.

I stepped in without being asked. I lay Emma on the ground in front of me. The gunshot wound was fully visible, and I just stared down at it with a deep feeling that I had failed.

Brendon was staring at the body, too, with his mouth agape. "Sarah!" he called, not taking his eyes off of the corpse. "Dallon..." he tried again, this time, his breath shaky. "What the hell happened?"

I shook my head. "It's a very long story..."

Brendon looked up into my eyes, his red face twisted in anger. "Tell me what happened to my daughter, you gODDAMN CUNT!"

I started to panic. "Uh... she was kidnapped, and, uh-"

"Kidnapped?" Brendon questioned, his voice getting softer, and his brown eyes being to fill with tears.

Sarah walked into the room. "What the hell are you guys-" she stopped mid sentence as she noticed the bloody body on the floor. Brendon took her into a hug.

"Go on, Dallon," he said.

I ran my fingers through my hair. "Uh, well... I followed and found her, but she wouldn't let me rescue her, she said if she left, they would target you guys..." I trailed off and closed my eyes.

I looked back at them. Sarah had her face in Brendon's shoulder. Brendon was still staring at Emma's body, his face streaked. "She sacrificed herself for us?" he asked, almost inaudible, and his voice heavy with sadness.

I reached into the pocket of my jacket and took out the letter that Emma had given me. I looked at the neat handwriting that said "Brendon".

"Here," I said, handing the letter to Brendon. "She wanted you to have this."

Brendon took the letter from my hand and stared down at the label. More tears fell down his face.

I couldn't take anymore of this. I opened the front door and left. Great job, Dallon. You take out your best friend's daughter, let her get killed, and then abandon him as he mourns. You sick bastard.

I kept on walking.

BRENDON'S POV

The letter was a soft paper. The name label was written in blue ink, undoubtedly Emma's handwriting.

Everything hurt so bad. I loved Emma more than almost anything in this world, second to Sarah.

I couldn't control the tears escaping my eyes at rapid speed. I could barely see through the blurry lens. Sarah was still glued to my shoulder, and I could feel my shirt getting wet.

My baby was dead? It can't be! But I knew that this was reality. Emma was gone.

The papers, undoubtedly a letter, rested in my hands until I finally got up and excused myself. "I've got to go," I said to Sarah as I went to the door. Without waiting for any response, I let myself out.

I drove a ways to the Hollywood sign. I go there sometimes if I have a lot on my mind; it's really peaceful and beautiful, looking down at everything.

I parked and continued to walk up the hill until I got to the big white letters. I sat, my back resting against the "D", and I pulled the letter from my pocket. It was time to read it. I folded it in my lap. It was a stack of papers, words dancing across each page. It was same blue ink that was used to write my name on the outside of it.

I took a deep breath, feeling my throat beginning to burn once again as I started to read.

Brendon:

If you are reading this, I've probably left you. But I didn't want to leave without a goodbye, so here it is. I needed to write this out, since I'm never going to see you again in person.

I am in a better place, please remember that. I'm flying with the angels in the sky. I feel no pain. I'm fine, Daddy.

And know that nothing was your fault, or anyone else's fault.

Remember when you first picked me to sing with you? That was a year and a half ago! I was so nervous, but I looked into your eyes, and you made it all better.

Your voice was angelic to me. I almost melted because you were so close to me. Then, you gave me those Meet & Greet passes, and I got to meet you, and the band.

I was really confused when you asked me for my full name, but turns out, you adopted me, and I fell in love with you and Sarah so fast.

You have always been there for me, and I know you would never let me down. You understood my scars, you cared for me when I got hurt, you made me happy all the time, you were there when Jem died, and you made sure I was always okay.

I can't tell you how much I love you, but you still probably love me more. I'm so sorry I had to leave you, but if I hadn't, you would have left me, and I couldn't let that happen.

Brendon, I love you so much. Tell Sarah that I love her, too. Tell Dallon, and Kenny, and Dan, tell everybody that I love them.

Thank you for everything you did for me. For making my dreams come true. For saving me and adopting me. Thank you for giving me the best life ever, it was more than anything I could have asked for.

I'm writing to you and not Sarah because you were the first person I thought of. You and I had a special bond, at least in my eyes. I hope you agree. I want you to know these things. I love Sarah, but you are my lifesaver, Brendon.

If you get my body back, please cremate it. I don't want to rot underground. Just bury the ashes, not the body. Thanks. :)

God, I love you, Brendon. I can't even get out how much. It's the only thing on my mind. I don't want you to be without me, but it's going to happen. I want you to be strong, but not too strong. Don't hide your emotions. If you need to cry, just do it.

Oh, I'm sorry if you're crying right now, but I am, too.

I love you Brendon. I will always be with you. Remember what you told me when Jem died? That you will always be with me, even if I can't see you? I'm always with you, Bren, and I will stay with you forever.

Will you do me a favour? Don't fall into depression. Don't do the shit I did. Please, please, please, dear god, DON'T kill yourself. You're time will come. I beg you, don't force it.

You have a life you deserve to live. Don't take it away because of me.

I love you, Brendon. I love you more than anyone in my whole life. I trust you more than anyone, ever.

Please take care. I'll see you again one day, but for now, all I can say is: Daddy, I love you.

Your daughter, Emma <3

By then, I was in serious tears. My body was shaking, I could barely breathe. It felt like the life was being sucked from me.

I love you too, Emma.