Adopted By Him..

Part 19

*Gerards POV*

"Jesus," I exclaim. "Those assholes!"

"I know, it's horrible." Brendon says at the other end. "Can you get here?"

I scratch the back of my neck. "I-I don't know.. I think it'll be a little weird for both him and me."

I hear a faint 'dad?' in the background, Damien.

"Okay, okay, I'll be there so-" The dial tone screeches down my ear, and I sigh.

I hear heavy footsteps coming towards me. I look up, and see Bandit walking towards me, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed.

"Dad," She wines, dragging the 'a' out. "Da-"

"Let me guess," I interrupt. "Daniel kissed another girl?" She stands there, mouth slightly agape, nodding slightly.

I chuckle. "Listen, Bandit, I got to go, friends are waiting for me." It feels horrible lying to my own daughter, but it had to be done.

"Oh, okay." She says softly. "Have a nice time."

I kiss her forehead gently, before rushing out to my car.

*Hospital // Brendons POV*

I kick open the hospital doors, making almost everyone stare at me. I didn't have to say anything, as the nurses rushed over with a bed almost immediately. I place Damien on the bed and they quickly wheel him off, to somewhere I couldn't go.

About 15 minutes later, a nurse comes out.

"Urie?" She calls, and I timidly put my hand up, before standing up.

"How is he?" I ask, my voice breaking.

"He's fine, you can go see him now." She says, motioning for me to follow her. I smile, before following.

She stops outside a door. "Be quiet once you enter, he's not used to noise." I nod, before opening the door slowly, and stepping inside. There he is, pale, looking practically lifeless.

I tiptoe over to his bed, and take his small hand in my large one. (That sounds weird)

I let go of his hand after a few minutes, and pry my phone out of my pocket. I need to tell someone, but I don't know who.

Then, it comes to me. Gerard. He had him before me.

I dial Gerards number, and he picks up after the 4th ring.

"Y'ello?"

"Gerard?" I ask quietly. "Can you come to the hospital, Damien's here."

"Wait, why?"

I explain what happened to Damien, atleast what I thought happened.

"Jesus," He says, high-pitched. "Those assholes."

"I know, it's horrible." I say, sighing softly. "Can you get here?"

There's a deafening silence, before he says, "I don't know, I think it'll be a little awkward for both me and him."

I was about to say something, but a faint 'dad?' interrupted me. 

"Okay, I'll be there so-" Gerard says, before I cut him off. I rush over to Damien, and take his hand gently.

"Hey, Dame." I say softly. He looks at me with a confused expression.

"Dame? Who's Dame?"

I was about to answer, but a nurse bursts in, making Damien flinch. He didn't act like a nurse though.

"Get away from my daughter!" He says. Okay, he's definitely not a nurse.

"E-Excuse me?" I stutter. "Who are you?"

"Who do you think, Urie. Alice's father."

I stand there, mouth flopped open. I feel Damiens face pressed against my back, and quiet sniffles.

"Damien doesn't care about you anymore." I snap. "I know he doesn't."

"Damien? My daughter isn't called Damien!"

"Dad, I'm scared." I hear Damien say softly behind me.

*Damiens POV*

"Dad!" I scream, as he drops to the floor. "Who are you, and why did you just knock my dad out?"

He smirks. "Your mine now, Alice." He walks over to me, before grabbing me firmly by the wrists, and tugs me up. I try to resist, but I couldn't. He was too strong.

"Hey!" I hear a familiar voice say. "Get your hands off him. Now."

The person holding me turns around. "And what are you going to do, huh?"

He storms up to him. "This." He says, before punching him hard. 

I start to walk backwards, shaking as I done so. Who are these people?

"Damien? It's me, Gerard." 

Gerard.

"As in, maths teacher Gerard?" I ask timidly. 

"Yes, maths teacher Gerard." He chuckles. I smile lightly, before motioning for him to come over.

"I want a hug." I whine, dragging the 'u' out. I hold my arms out like a 5 year old, and look at him as if to say 'give me a hug or I'll cry.'

*10 minutes later // Brendons POV*

I groan, as I slowly open my eyes, to see a white ceiling. I hear someone shift, and another person gasp.

"Dad?" I hear someone, Damien, ask.

I rub my eyes, before attempting to sit up. A pain shot through my back, and I flopped back down, groaning loudly.

"Gerard," I hear Damien say. "Help him!"

I hear a faint 'okay,' before footsteps approached me.
I feel a pair of cold hands grab my wrists, and pull me up slowly, so I'm somewhat sitting.

"Dad?" Damien asks again. "Are you okay?"

I nod. "I'm good."

(A/N - I kinda confused myself writing this whoops)