Adopted By Him..

Part 12

 *20 minutes later*

Gerard was still there, but was now accompanied by Lyn. Great.

"Bandit!" Lyn said. "Where's Ge- your dads phone?" By her tone, she sounded sarcastic. 

"I don't know Mom," Bandit snaps back. "Retrace both your steps, you might find it." God damn, this girl is mean at times.

I stifle a laugh, so they don't hear me, and so I don't get weird stares from people walking by.

"Bandit, I swear. I'll hurt you again if you don't pass me my phone." Gerard threatened. Wait, again?

"Dad," Bandit said, voice cracking. "I'm sorry." That was the last words I heard before, I assumed, she handed his phone back over. Luckily, the part of the center I was in, was quiet, so there wasn't alot of background noise. 

I heard a ruffle, so his phones probably in his pocket. Conversation started up again after about a minute of awkward silence, but it was just muffled.

*10 minutes later*

I was dozing off, and getting pretty numb, assuming I've been in the same position for about an hour or so. Brendon still hadn't come back, he'd probably forgotten about me, like everyone does.

'10 minutes until closing time,' the speaker boomed. 'please leave the store. Thank you.'

I sighed shakily. Brendon is like, nowhere to be seen.

I was attempting to stand up, but I couldn't as my legs were too numb.

*Midnight*

I'm here. Outside. In the freezing cold. Luckily I'm hidden in a very shaded spot, and I'm wearing all black, so I should be safe, hopefully.

Gerard had gone to sleep about an hour ago, but I was listening to him. I'm not creepy, I swear. I just want to know if any drama happens, is all.

"DAD!" I hear Bandit scream. By the silence, Gerard didn't get up, he just shifted in his bed.

I jumped when Bandit threw the door open, making it hit, and probably dent, the wall. Gerard shot up, assuming by the loud noise.

"God fuck Bandit," Gerard snaps. "I'm trying to sleep, go away."

"Dad."

"Bandit." I heard him move. "Fuck. Off."

"Dad." She said more softly, like her voice was fading.

"Bandit." Gerard, I'm guessing, reached over to his lamp, and turned it on. "I'm trying to sleep, it's, what." I heard a ruffle. Oh no. He has his phone in his hand.

"..It's 12:4-.. Bandit, explain to me why Alice has been on the phone for the past 6 hours."

"Dad." She said even softer.

"Bandit, explain. Right now."

"Da-.." Bandit said, dragging the 'a' out, before fading out. Silence. Then a thud. Shit.

"Oh shit," Gerard shakily said. "Bandit?"

I spoke up. "Gerard you idiot. She's fainted for crying out loud. Take her to the hospital you ass!"

He grabbed his phone, and forcefully shoved it in his pocket, before going over to Bandit, and speaking softly to her, before huffing. She's been picked up, okay.

*Time skip; Hospital // Gerards POV*

I kick open the hospital doors, my daughter lay unconscious in my arms. 

"Somebody help!" I scream, my voice cracking. Soon enough, a handful of doctors came rushing over with a bed.

I didn't care about Alice listening to all of this at the moment, my daughters life was more important.

They told me to wait by the seating area, and they'll be out as soon as they can. I'm praying for her to be okay.

*30 minutes later // Damiens POV*

"Way, get the fuck away from my daughter." Wait. Brendon?

"Hey Urie," He said defensively. "I haven't got your daughter, chill."

I heard a thud, is Gerard pushed up against a wall or something. "Well, where the fuck is she, Way?"

Gerard grabbed his phone and pulled it out of his pocket. "I don't know, Urie, ask her yourself."

Brendon took the phone. "Dame?" I didn't want to talk to him, I really didn't. I hung up.

*Brendons POV*

He hung up on me. What? Where is he? 

"Shit!" I yelled, before sprinting out the door, dropping Gerards phone on the way.

*Time skip*

The shopping center, he's here somewhere. 

"Dame!" I yelled. No answer. Fuck.

After about 10 minutes of looking, I finally found him, huddled in a little ball under a ledge type thing, bags tucked into his side. I coughed, but he didn't look up. I attempted to take his exposed hand, but he growled at me, violently taking his hand out of my grip.

"Dame.." I said softly. "Please, I'm sorry."

"If you we're sorry, you would've noticed I wasn't following you anymore. Y'know, maybe my mind was right, I should've never agreed to come home with you." He sighs heavily. "Just, leave."

"Da-."

"Brendon, leave. Now."

"Damien Urie, I swear."

"Brendon Urie, I swear." He angrily imitates me. 

"Damien. Urie." I say sternly.

"Brendon. Urie." He repeats. "Will you please, fu-huck off?" He flips me off with both hands. He wants me to leave, but I'm not going to.

"Damien, come on. Now."

"Brendon, how about. No." He snuggles deeper into his jacket, still continuing to flip me off, but with one hand.

"Damien, you can either stay here and freeze, or you can come to t- home."

He looks up at me. "I can go to where?"

I sigh, here goes nothing. "Bandits in hospital."