There were no bullets in the gun.

Ryan put the gun back on the dresser. He sat down on the bed and covered his face with his hands.

“I can’t do it, I can’t leave them alone.”

“Mama, grandma made you a samich.” Ryan looked up and saw his youngest, Vincent.

He never thought about how his death would affect his kids. Vincent walked over to Ryan and handed hi, the sandwich. Ryan started crying and hugged Vincent.

“Mama, what’s wrong?”

“I love you Vincent.” He dropped the sandwich and hugged his mother.

“Mama, come down stairs and have lunch with us.” Ryan nodded and kissed his cheek.

“I love you too, mama.” The day went by slow for Ryan, but was really productive. He began to get his mood back and his mother could tell he was coming back to them.

In another part of the city, voices came from a dark room in an old building.

“You are ungrateful.”

“Please, let me get back to him, he thinks I’m dead.” The man smiled.

“That’s what he needs to think, Urie.” Brendon had been tied to a chair. His face was bruised and bleeding.

The man grabbed Brendon’s face and turned it toward his own.

“You will kill my son, then kill yourself.”

Ryan walked into the market with Codi in his arms and James and Vincent were next to him.

“Alright, everyone in the cart and tell me what you want for food.” Codi and Vincent raised their hands. Ryan sighed.

“What now?”

“Can we get junk food?”

“No,” Codi and Vincent started to wine.

Ryan ignored them and started laughing as he pushed the cart toward the fruits. Brendon hid in a different isle watching Ryan walk off. James looked up and saw him. “Papa!” Brendon turned away and started walking. James started to get out of the cart, but Ryan stopped him.

“James, don’t do that, I almost had a heart attack.”

“But mama, papa was over there.” Ryan’s eyes widened.

“James, don’t joke like that.” James frowned and looked at Ryan.

“I’m not joking.” He jumped out of the cart.

“James!” Ryan grabbed Codi and Vincent and ran after James.

“Papa!” Brendon turned around as James grabbed his legs.

“Papa, why are you running away?”

“James, let go of the nice man.” Brendon watched as Ryan came up to him grabbing James.

“I’m sorry about this he thought you-“Ryan gasped as he looked up at Brendon. “Daddy!” Codi and Vincent ran over to Brendon, hugging him.

“Bre-Brendon?”

“Ryan…I-I can’t be here, not now.” Ryan started to panic and grabbed his arm. “No, please don’t go Brendon.” Brendon turned around facing Ryan once again. “Ryan, I love you.” With that they kissed. Brendon quickly pulled away when a voice came from behind him.

“Kill him, Urie, get it over with.” Both Brendon and Ryan turned around to see Ryan’s father.

Brendon got angry and stepped in front of Ryan. He laughed.

“Don’t you worry, I’m only here to watch.” Brendon’s eyes widened and his mind became hazy.

“Brendon.” He turned to Ryan and pointed a gun to his forehead. Ryan was in complete and utter shock.

“Brendon, please don’t listen to him.”

“Daddy, don’t hurt mama.” Brendon shut his eyes letting the tears drop.

“I love you all remember that. Ryan I love you and I’m sorry.” He shot Ryan. Ryan fell the floor, a puddle of blood forming around his head.

All three children screamed. Brendon started to weep. He knelt down next to Ryan and put the gun to his head.

“Ryan.” He pulled the trigger.