darling | brendon urie | sequel to "strawberries"

2: "i did something bad"

i couldn't speak.

i sat in the police station quivering. brendon was outside. a police officer came inside the little room.
"dylan right? im officer jenny" she smiled.
"are you okay? are you hungry?" i shook my head.
"you're kevins daughter right?" she asked. i nodded, rolling my eyes. "tell me about it"
THATS SUCH A FUCKING PLOT TWIST.
"yeah i knew him. cheated on your mom with me while she was pregnant with you" she smiled. "anyway, your adoptive father said you have selective mutism so i'd like you to fill this form out please" she handed me a form and a pen. i didn't pick up the pen....i looked out the window at brendon.

"should i call mr urie in?" she asked. i nodded. she went outside and a few seconds later brendon was next to me.
"you good?" he asked. i shook my head, tears spilling down my cheeks.
"its okay. you're okay" and i believed him.
i scribbled away while brendon spoke to the officer. apparently i'd been missing for months. anyway i finished writing and the officer turned to brendon.
"so her biological father didn't sign her papers off. therefore you're still her legal guardian and can take her home" she said genuinely.
"thank you so so much" brendon said.
"you didn't hear this from me but kevins a dick" she said. brendon laughed fondly.

we walked out of the police station and towards brendons car. we got in silently then brendon turned to me.
"you don't know how happy i am to see you. i've been so fucking scared darling" he said. i kept quiet. "you okay?" he asked. i shrugged. "c'mon lets get you home"
we arrived back and sarah was in the kitchen listening to music and cooking. the house looked a bit different. sarah smiled when she saw us.
"hi brendon. hey dylan" she walked over. "im just cooking dinner. go get into some comfortable clothes okay?" i nodded and went upstairs.

my room looked different. it was now peach themes. there was a card on the bed that said welcome home strawberry on it. i walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

after showering and getting ready into a dodie sweater and some leggings and drying my hair, i sat in my closet. i felt sick and shaken up e.

"dylan? hey dylan its okay" brendons voice comforted me as i fought the panic attack. being in his arms was the safest thing i'd had in months. i knew i had to tell him. but i didn't know how.
"i did something bad" i said quietly. "and im scared" i sniffled.
"we can fix it okay? just tell me whats up and we can sort it out"
"i've really messed up" i cried.
"im sure it's not that bad"

i sniffled and wiped my tears.
"i threw eggs and my biological fathers house"
brendon laughed. "is that it?"
"i could go to juvy!" i hissed.
"well...you gotta admit its kinda funny"
"what if i get caught?" he knew what i was getting add.
"brendon don't let them take me" i sobbed.
"no, no darling" he pulled me into his arms. "of course not"