Grand Theft Autumn

Chapter 27

Pete's POV

What I was about do did not make me proud, but I had to do it.

Brendon and I were at that bar that I have been to multiple times. I wasn't drinking anything, but Brendon was. My goal was to get him tipsy, leave him in the care of Mark, and then call a cab to come pick him up after Natasha and I were done.

It was not a nice thing to do, but that is putting it lightly. When Brendon had gone to the bathroom, I explained to Mark that I needed to leave, but Brendon needed to stay here. I asked if Mark could just keep an eye on him for an hour or so, until the cab came to pick him up.

Mark glanced around the nearly empty bar. It was 1:30 in the afternoon, in the middle of the week. There weren't many people here, but even that was an understatement.

After a few seconds of a painful silence, Mark nodded.

"Only for a few hours, though. He is no longer my problem at 3." Mark said, cleaning a glass. I grinned, and thanked him.

"I am going to be leaving him in a few minutes, but if he asks where I am, change the subject. Try to not let him realize that I am even gone." Brendon came from the bedroom, already having trouble keeping his balance. I slid a couple of fifties across the bar, having already planned for this. Mark didn't look up, but took the money.

After a few minutes, I got up from the bar stool. Brendon didn't even react, he was downing another drink.

I gave a solitary nod to Mark, and quietly left the bar. As I was walking away, I called a cab company. I told them that I needed a cab at 3, and where I needed them to take "me". I explained how "I" was probably going to be intoxicated, so I used my credit card to pay over the phone.

I hurried to the motel, and found Natasha sitting outside of my room in the hallway. She glanced up at me as I ran up, apologizing.

"It is fine. I didn't have to wait very long. I just got here," Natasha assured me. "Pete... Are you okay?" I looked back at her sharply.

Why was everyone so concerned with me? There must have been hostility in my glare, because Natasha raised her hands and took a few steps backwards.

"Sorry. Forget I asked." She said quietly. I shook my head, running my fingers through my hair.

"No, I am sorry. I just didn't get any sleep last night." I pulled out the papers that Natasha had given me. "I have a few questions." Natasha looked a little pained.

"If it is about Kenny's thing I really don't-" Natasha started, but I waved her off, laughing.

"No. It isn't about that. It is about this right here." I showed her the part of the list where it said that she would have 'K' distracted. "Who- or what- is K?"

At the mention of the letter (or name?) Natasha shrank back. It scared me. Natasha actually, for a split second, looked scared.

I have never seen her show fear before.

"Natasha?" I said softly. Natasha looked up at me, and put on a face of confidence. She sat down on the bed, and patted the spot next to her. Once I was next to her, Natasha faced me, and took a deep breath.

"K is bad." She said. I rolled my eyes, and was about to reply sarcastically, when Natasha continued. "He is the leader of the group. He is power hungry, and can get anything he wants." Natasha hesitated, and I felt like that there was something that she was leaving out. "He is disgusting, he makes my skin crawl to even look at him."

"So you have seen him?" I clarified. I guess she was more involved in this than I expected. Natasha looked startled, but nodded.

"Yeah. I have. Pretty much, leave him to me. I can distract him. If he isn't paying attention to Patrick, then no one else is. We can get in, and get out." I stopped her.

"You said earlier that Patrick and I would have to leave you. Are you serious about that?" I asked. Natasha nodded without hesitation. "Really? After everything that we have been through, you want me to just leave you behind?"

Natasha sighed, like I was a little kid who wouldn't listen to her. Annoyance ran through me.

"Yes. There may be a chance that you see me, but as soon as you have Patrick, leave. Go home, and forget that I ever existed. I am going to say right now to not ask Patrick a bunch of questions about what happened to him, but I do not know how he will feel about it when the time comes."

"After all of this, I can't just leave you behind." I demanded.

"You can, and you will." Natasha said, and she stood up, signifying that this subject was done.

For the next hour, we discussed the plan and finalized everything. I glanced at the clock, and realized that Brendon could be here any moment. I turned to Natasha to tell her this, but before I could, the door swung open.

The two of us froze, and watched the door.

A obviously drunk Brendon Urie stumbled through the door. He was leaning against the wall for support, and looked around the room. When his eyes landed on me, he lit up.

"Petey!" He shouted excitedly. I ran over to him, and helped him walk. I jerked my head at the door, trying to show Natasha that she had to go.

Luckily, she understood, and rushed towards the door.

Unluckily, Brendon spotted her as she ran past us.

"Heyyy," He slurred. "You are cute, but you have a gun and that's scary," He said. Natasha stopped, and looked at him, unimpressed.

"Hi. You are drunk. You may be cute, but your drunkenness just takes away all of the appeal."

I couldn't help it, I snorted. Natasha smiled at me before leaving. Brendon looked at me, looking a little hurt.

"Come on, Bren. Let's get you back to your room."

I felt a little bad. It was only 3 in the afternoon, and Brendon was wasted. I just hoped that he wouldn't remember this when he woke up. I could just make up some story.

I fumbled around, looking for Brendon's key, while Brendon talked about how heartbroken he was. I finally found it, in his jacket pocket. I unlocked and opened his door, helping Brendon walk into his room.

Brendon tried to take a few steps by himself, but managed to fall face first into his bed. I took off his shoes and struggled to get off his jacket.

Brendon was already half asleep, so I was able to lift him up and put him on his bed. I didn't have enough energy to put him under the covers, so I just left him there. Should I stay here?

In the end, I decided to run to the Mini Mart that was down the street to get some food and Advil for Brendon for when he woke up.

When I got back, he was still asleep, and he was snoring loudly. I sat down in the chair, and closed my eyes, hoping to get a few minutes of sleep before Brendon woke up.

A few minutes of dreamless sleep, I hope.