Sympathy For The Devil - Pete Davidson {FINISHED}

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my chemical romance - demolition lovers

      My head throbbed as I leaned forward taking in my surroundings, it wasn't my apartment. It was Pete's bedroom. Squeezing my eyes shut I shake my head and try to stand up without falling. For some reason, I was all by myself in the room with no Pete in sight. Maybe that was a good thing.

     The events from before flash throughout my mind as the anger from before returns. Who does he think he is? I walk over to one of the walls placing my hand on one of the sheets that seemed to cover up paintings that haven't seen the light of day for centuries. Lifting it up I get a tiny glance before I hear the door open to reveal a blood soaked Pete.

     Furrowing my eyebrows I glance at all of the red stained fabric as I take a step away from the wall.

      "What were you doing?" He asks as he strips the shirt off of his torso revealing his toned but lanky body. Shaking my head I take another step away before going over back to the bed and taking a seat as I watch him change into cleaner clothes.

     "Whose blood is that?" A deep feeling sinks into me as I think the worst but push it away, hoping it wasn't true.

     "A nobody." He glances towards me but he wasn't angry, not like before. He was different even, more normal.

      Humming I lean back down on the covers staring up at the dome that laid in the middle of the ceiling showing off the night sky and the million different stars. Stars. Sighing I lean my head forward just to catch Pete walking back towards me in intrigue. Intrigued as if he's never seen a woman lying down before.

      He stands at the base of my legs looking down over me scanning over my body with his eyes just as his hand reaches down to caress my cheek. My eyelids flutter shut the moment our skin makes real contact in what feels like forever. I can feel his breath fan over my face but yet again there's no real connection between us; if there ever will be.

      "Come with me." He whispers so lowly I can barely decipher what he had said. I open my eyes to find him retreating back to the door he had only entered moments ago. Without really thinking I do as he says and paddle right behind him to wherever he was going.

      We walk down a set of stairs that lead into a hallway I've never been in before. Sheet covered paintings laid on the floor leaning against the wall almost begging to be hung up. I frown as I walk by them, dying to see what laid underneath each of these sheets. It was art, of course, but it's beauty needed to be shown not hidden.

      "Why is all the artwork covered up?" He glances back over his shoulder at my question before gently biting his bottom lip.

      "Don't ask questions that you don't want answers to." Rolling my eyes, I cross my arms across my chest glaring at his back. I do want answers.

      We enter into a kitchen that glowed with ambient lighting from the lights that hung up from above. The cabinets were a deep black with gold handles with a white granite countertop. Despite it being ever rarely used, the decor was all perfectly placed and cleaned just begging to be used at least once.

      Pete turns around swiftly as I stop in my tracks right behind him admiring the whole place. He takes a step closer towards me as his hands gingerly wrapped themselves around my stomach leaving me in confusion. Before I knew it, he lifts me off the ground and gently places me onto the island that laid in the middle of the floor plan.

      I was entrapped between his legs as I sat on the granite countertop. He was staring straight into my eyes and for some reason I couldn't look away even if I tried. His hand reaches over behind me to where a bowl sat filled with ice cubes, the edges around them were covered in a thin layer of water that was starting to drip off of the corners.