The Candy Floss Guy 😎(a Brendon Urie Fan Fic )

chapter 27

Brendons p.o.v

Okay Brendon. I know it's been a very long time... But I think it's time you met someone. Bren..... This is your dad....."

My mind flew into a frenzy of jumbled thoughts and mixed emotions.

I sat silent for a few moments, not knowing how to react.

Then the familiar feeling bubbled to the surface, my breathing becoming irregular.

I stood up, and ran as fast as I could to the stairs.

I dashed up them, Beth bouncing about on my hip.

I don't know why, but I ran to my mom's room.

I busted the door open, and sat Beth down.

I flopped down on the bed, burrowing my face in the sheets.

I tried to contain myself, my body shaking violently and the over whelming sense that I was going to faint.

But as I tried to steady my thoughts, more boiled up.

Gradually the rest if my chaotic emotions were dominated by one.

Anger.

It grew and grew until I couldn't contain it.

I looked up, and noticed something I hadn't before.

A photo.

It was a picture of my mom, stood next to my so called 'dad' .

I snatched it off of the stand, and jumped up.I threw it at the wall as hard as I could, the glass shattering and flying off in all diferent directions.

I felt a tug at my sleeve, so I looked down. Beth has a concerned look on her face, as she spoke.

"Bren please stop."

"Beth leave me alone ." I growled.

"Please." she pleaded her voice quiet.

"Bethany leave me the fuck alone!" I yelled.

Her eyes teared up, as she let go of my hand.

My expression softened as

I realized my mistake.

I never swore at her, used her full name or shouted at her.

She was probably terrified.

"Bug im sorry."
I appologised, but she ran out of the room slamming the door.

" beth" I called after her.

Graces p.o.v

I was appologising to boyd, when Beth came running in crying.

She ran to me, and I scooped her up, holding her to my chest as She sobbed.

"Honey what's wrong?"

" b..b.brendon. H.. He shouted at m..me." she sniffled.

"Are you sure it was at you hun? If he's angry he might just be shouting."

"He s..aid my n..na..name and he said a b..bad word, b...because I..I asked h...him. To s....stop"

She said begining to cry again.

"Right, that's it. He doesn't get to take it out on you sweety. Let's go talk to him. Where is he?"

"I...in y..your room."

I marched up the stairs and towards my room.

But I didn't need to go in because he was half way along the landing punching the door with his good hand.
"Brendon boyd! " I snapped.

"What."

"Why on earth are you shouting at beth!? Just because you're angry, does not give you the Right to shout at a 6 year old!"

" I wasn't thinking okay! I said sorry but she wouldn't leave me alone, so I lashed out.
I intantly regreted it and before I could say anything , she was gone!"

"She's 6 Brendon!"
"I said I'm sorry, what more do you want?"

" how have you got glass in your arm and why?"

I said picking a bit if glass out of his forearm."

"Just leave it!" he said snatching his arm away. " its nothing."

" he b...broke a picture"
Beth informed me from behind my legs.

I raised an eyebrow, and walked into my room. There was glass everywhere, and a photo of me and boyd laying crumpled on the floor, next to the broken frame.

I picked up the photo and smoothed it out.

" I'm sorry." I heard from the doorway.

"I know you are been but it's got to stop. You can't keep doing this."

"I don't try to. You don't understand. I can't help it!"

"Well you're going to have to try harder Brendon. Its unacceptable."

"I know it is but its hard."

Then boyd came in.

"Grace you and Bethany go calm down I'll talk to Brendon."

So I took his word for it and left the room, Beth trailing behind me.

Brendons p.o. v

My mom and Beth left the room, and Then 'he' shut the door behind them.

" I don't want to talk to you" I stated.

His facial expression hardened, and he lunged forward.

He grabbed me by the collar of my top, and brought his face close to mine.

" listen here you brat. Grace might believe you but I don't . your shitty excuses. Oh I can't help it. Yes you fucking can sort yourself out boy.
Now clean this mess up, I font want to see a single shard of glass when you're done." he spat.

Then he pushed me backwards and left.
"I don't want to see your face until you're done."

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A/n

Ooohhhhh draamaaaaa!
Boyd is an asshole.
I like ass and I'm tired as fuck!
851 words.
Good night 💤
Love y'all 💕
Stay strong.

~Skye 💚💫

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