Daddy, I Love You [Brendon Urie]

24: If You Love Me, Let Me Go

BRENDON'S POV

Before I knew it, Breezy's car pulled into the driveway. She stuck her head in the back window, probably telling the kids to stay put, before she came rushing up to me.

I was running at the door, making no difference whatsoever.

"Brendon, you dumbass." Breezy said, getting closer. "Move over, I've got a key."

I moved to the side quickly, rubbing my aching shoulder. Breezy opened the door slowly. The house looked empty as we stepped in. The living room was normal.

Breezy turned a corner into the kitchen, and I followed her. There were pieces of something scattered across the floor. "Vase..." Breezy muttered.

We continued through the kitchen, carefully avoiding any glass shards. Breezy got to the bedroom, and looked back at me before opening the door. Her face read concern.

"I can hear whimpering," she whispered. I nodded, because I could hear it, too. It was getting louder. Breezy nodded with me, and we both mouthed, "Dallon."

Then, I got really confused. "How do you know that's Dallon?" I asked.

"I know how he sounds. How do you know that's Dallon?"

She cornered me. I took a deep breath. I forgot Breesy didn't know, yet. "He's probably in a lot of pain right now because..." I shook my head as she got closer.

"Brendon," she said softly, her breath tickling me. "What happened?"

I sighed, and spoke. "Dallon took Emma for a walk yesterday, and she... she apparently got kidnapped and Dallon went to save her..." I swallowed hard at the imagines my head was giving me, wondering what the kidnapper could have done to her besides shoot her.

Breezy was listening, I knew she was.

"Emma apparently told him that he couldn't save her, because of...reasons, and she..." I shook my head again, looking down at the ground.

I felt Breezy wrap her arms around me. "Brendon, I'm here to listen. What happened?"

I nodded, taking more deep breaths. "Emma, she, uh, she got shot. Dallon brought her body back..." My voice stopped making sound.

There were suddenly more whimpers from the other side of the door we were by. "Go away!" was shouted, making us both jump.

Breezy took hold of my chin and brought my head up to meet my eyes. "I'm so sorry Brendon. I know how much you loved her."

I wanted to break from her grasp so bad. I wanted to scream at her. I wanted to scream that no one will ever know how much I loved Emma. But I couldn't.

Breezy looked back at the door to the bedroom. "Dallon must be hit hard," she mumbled. She opened the door.

I gasped at the sight. Dallon's hair was very, very messy. His face was tear streaked and red. He was on the floor, cuts on his wrists and a knife in his hand, pointed at his heart. I just stared at him in shock.

Emma had written in her letter something like this. She told me not to kill myself. I felt the pain from inside me boil as I watched my best friend hold that blade to his heart.

"Oh no, oh no, Dallon. No, no, no," Breezy was saying as she inched closer to him.

"Go away!" he yelled again, breaking into uncontrollable sobs.

I took a step closer to him. "Dallon, put the knife down," I said, my voice shaking.

Dallon shook his head. Breezy stood by me, her little face contorted in a mix of sorrow and heavy shock.

My mind was buzzing around, and nothing seemed real anymore. This was all a dream... right? No, it was no dream. This was real. I had lost Emma. Dallon was going to kill himself. It was all too real.

I tried again. "Dallon, believe me, you want to put the knife down."

Dallon shook his head once more. "It's all my fault!" he shouted. "You don't want me. I just cause trouble!"

Breezy came to his side. "It's not your fault-"

"It is!" Dallon screamed in her face, pushing the knife against his shirt.

"Dallon, no!" I shouted. "I lost Emma. I can't lose you, too."

Dallon looked up at me, the slighted bit of understanding could be seen in his eyes. I held my hand out. "Dallon, give me that damn knife." He didn't move. "NOW!" I boomed, causing him and Breezy to flinch.

Breezy had tears in her eyes as Dallon slowly lowered the knife and held it away from his body. I motioned for him to take it to me. Dallon looked down. "But it was my fault..."

I shook my head, anger starting to build up. "Nothing was your fault! There was nothing you could do, Dallon!" I lowered my voice, and calmed down. "Give me the knife, buddy. You don't want to do this."

Dallon outstretched his arm, giving the knife over to me. I grabbed it, and made sure he never touched it again.

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Poor Dally

- Cat