Pete Wentz A Father? - I Had To Do It

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Skye's pov -

When I got home I sat down on the sofa and began to cry, I don't know what to do anymore.

After crying for a good 15 minutes i decided to pull myself together and wait till patrick gets home, maybe we could just sit down and talk and everything would be ok?

~ Later on that evening ~

I checked my watch for the 10th time, where was Patrick? He was meant to be home at 4 and its 7. I had sent him so many texts asking him where he was but i got no reply from him. Maybe his phone was off. My ears pricked up like a dogs when i heard the door open, "Patrick is that you?", I asked practically running into the kitchen.

Patrick sat his guitar down on the kitchen floor and poured himself a glass of water, he quickly drank it and looked me dead in the eye, "Skye, we need to talk".

"W-why?", I stuttered shocked at his tone of voice.

"We just need too", Patrick sighed as he walked past me and into the living room.

I quickly followed him and sat down on the sofa, Patrick paced up and down in front of me before sighing again and placing his hand over his eyes, "P-patrick?".

Patrick slowly moved his hand down his face until it was by his side again, "Skye.... i think we should brake up".

My blood ran cold, "Brake up!", I shouted standing up.

"Yeah....", Patrick sighed.

"W-why?", I cried, tears rolling down my face.

Patrick thought for a moment, "it just isn't working".

"We can make it work!", I begged, I needed him.

"Skye I can't do this anymore ok?", Patrick shouted at me.

Patrick shouted at me....

"Fine", I shouted back running upstairs to pack my bags.

As soon as I reached our room tears fell from my eyes and streamed down my face, i cant believe this is actually happening. Me and Patrick were supposed to be together forever, now he wants me to get out of his life.

I quickly packed my bags and headed downstairs to see Patrick waiting in the kitchen, "erm i've told Molly and Pete so you can stay with them".

"Great thanks", i snapped, "Ill be seeing you around then. Goodbye Patrick", was the last thing I said to the love of my life before leaving and slamming the door behind me.

Patrick's Pov -

As soon as she left I fell to the floor and let my tears out, It was for the best.

I had to do it.

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Hey guys sorry its been so long I've been having some problems :/ but I'm back now so i hope you guys like this chapter and im so thankful for all the reads/votes/comments you guys have given me ☺️❤️

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