Adopted by Brendon Urie

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Brendon's POV

"Never run from me again, okay, Max. I know how much it hurt, but leaving isn't gonna make the pain go away." I whispered in her ear. I could still feel the words she told me the day before, weighing heavily on my chest.

Max didn't utter a word, just nodded, sobbing. Her tears quickened and she curled up into a ball, facing away from me. I don't think she realized how much even her silent actions could hurt me. I thought I was doing a great job as a father, but she didn't react mirroring the way I felt.

Gerard called into the bus. "Is she okay?" He came inside, and Max hurried over to him, sobbing onto his shoulder as he held her like a baby. "Shh, Max, you don't need to cry. Everything is okay."

She sobbed. "I don't feel good." Max climbed down from Gerard's arms, and wrapped herself onto my arm. The gesture warmed my heart.

I put a hand to her forehead. "You don't have a fever, honey. You're probably just worked up. try to sleep okay?" I carried her to her bunk. "I love you."

"I love you too, Daddy." She whispered.

*****

"Is this Mr. Urie?"

"Yes." I don't know how these people got my number, and I didn't know why they were calling.

"We're from the Las Angeles Police Department. We're calling about your recently adopted daughter, Maxima Indigo Carter."

"Yes." No I was scared. Was Max going to be taken away from me? Did she do something wrong? Did I do something wrong?

"Her parents, genetic parents that is, are still alive."

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