Gonna Be the Death of Me (adopted by Brendon Urie)

//thirty three - wanted to stray//

Song of the Chapter: Something's Missing, Andy's Room

"Thank you for an awesome, fucking night Manchester! It's been great," Brendon shouted as him, Eva, Dallon, and Kenny bowed out front and Dan bowed from his drum set. They waved before running back stage. As Eva got behind the curtain, she saw everyone going to leave except for that one guy. Brendon, Pete, and Patrick all seemed to notice too. "Don't worry, just wait it out," Brendon whispered to Eva as she was trying not to freak out. Suddenly, the man started to move closer to side stage, coming close enough to make direct eye contact with Eva. It wasn't until then that she realized exactly who it was; it was her father nearly three years later. 

"Dad?" she choked out, making every band member back stage look at her then to the mystery man. The man smiled smugly and nodded. "Dad?" Brendon mimicked, feeling completely shocked. Eva started breaking into tears, remembering all of the times he hurt her. Eva walked out so she was on stage, making only a small space and the short, metal barricade between the daughter and father that abandoned her. "Why are you in England? Why did you leave? I was saying goodbye, and you left?" Her words were being flooded by sobs. Her father looked to his feet then back up to the stage. "I couldn't do it, Eva. I couldn't be a single dad, and you already had problems. A death of a parent? I couldn't have dealt with that." 

His words made Eva's blood boil. "YOU couldn't deal with that? I'm sorry I'm such a fuck up that I made you run. I'm sorry that I lost my mom and shell of a father in one night and fell apart, not that I had much of you in the first place." His face became as enraged as Eva's. "What does that mean? Don't you dare talk to your father like that!" 

"Father? You lost that title two years ago. That man over there is my father, never you. You hurt me, hit me, told me how useless I was, how much I ruined lives by just being in them." As she was talking, she remembered one night that she hadn't remembered in years. 

-----Flashback-----

I was sitting in my bed, listening to the light murmurs of my parents' fighting like they did every night. My mom was working more and I never got to see her. She still cared, but just didn't have time to be home much. I heard the door slam, my mom probably leaving for the night. Heavy footsteps up the stairs followed so I went under my sheets, pretending to sleep. 

He came into my room, pulling the sheets down and cupping my face gently to look to him. No words were exchanged as he slowly started to rub his hand against my waist. It wasn't normal, it felt wrong. I couldn't do this. "Stop, Dad. This isn't you. Stop." 

"Your mother isn't home, just let me have this." I teared up, as his hands explored more and more of my body. I was only twelve. "Stop!" I screamed louder, making him slap me like every other night. He left me to lay alone in my bed in the dark, wishing someone else was there with me. That was the first night I didn't want to be alive, and it slowly became a trend.

-----end of flashback-----

"You touched me, used me to satisfy what Mom couldn't because she was picking up YOUR slack!" His green eyes were turning dark and scary, like Caleb's eyes the night they saw each other again. "You bitch, you made me have to run. And now look at you, thinking you can be anything you want, dying your hair and singing your God awful music. Come with me, right now." Eva started panicking, her breath refusing to fill her lungs. She looked over to Brendon who was frozen in his spot. Eva shook her head as she looked back to her dad. "I'll never go anywhere with you." With that, the man hopped the barricade and up onto the stage. He tried to pick the girl up as she squirmed endlessly. "Dad, help please." she screamed. Her biological father slapped her to get her to stop moving, leaving the musicians and security enough time to tackle him and save Eva.