2005
Pete's POV
I sat there as I had to hear about how I shouldn;t have tried to end my life by the psychiatrist. It just made me feel worse, he said I did seem stable enough to release in a fe days, of course I would be on 24/7 watch, anti-depressants, and therapy. I said okay. He left. Then Tara came in, I was scared I had to tell her.
"Dada, why are you here?" She asked me. I looked at her, she sat down on my lap, I still had a canula for some reason, breathing was still slightly hard.
"Sweetie, before I tell you this I need to tell you a few things. I have these medial conditions. They make me do crazy things when they aren't treated properly. And they can make me sad, very very sad." I explained.
"Do I make you sad?" She asked with wide eyes. I almost wanted to cry.
"No, you are one of the few things that makes me happy." I explained. She smiled as she curled into me.
"So I got sad, really sad, and this was worse than ever. And I took too much medicine and it made me sick. That's why I'm here." I said. She hugged me.
"I'll make you better." She smiled. I nodded. How did I get such an amazing child.
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Patrick's POV
I took Tara out to the car, but we were swarmed by paparazzi. Shit.
"Is Pete suicidal?"
"Does he abuse you Tara?"
"What's like living with a depressed father?"
"Is he on drugs?"
"Will Fall Out Boy still remain together?" They were everywhere, I picked Tara up and carried her to the car. She was confused.
"Why do they ask me so many questions?" She asked me.
"I don't know, they're weird people." I said. She fell asleep on they way home. Sometimes I wonder about her. She's so young and she gets nothing normal, her childhood is cameras and lies. Now Pete can't go out without being questioned, she's gonna figure out he tried to kill himself. It was so much, and almost too much. How can she survive all of that?
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Tara's POV
I want to ask Patrick what suicide is, but I'm scared to. I'll look it up when I get home. I miss Dada. I want him to come home. Apparently my uncles are going to live with us for a while! I'm so excited. Dada said I could even go to the mall tomorrow! I hope it's fun! But everyone seems so sad, or timid around me. And I don't know why. But it makes me feel like there is something wrong with me.
A/N
Hey guys, so again feedback please, also I might get a little busy with school but I'll try to update as much as possible! Hope you liked this chapter!
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FanfictionPete's girlfriend died in childbirth leaving him with a beautify baby girl, Tara. As she grows up she slowly becomes her own person but can she escape her father's shadow even if he never meant to cast it. *Slight trigger warning for future chapte...
