Overloaded Love (Pete Wentz fanfiction) ~COMPLETED~

Fashionably Late

AUTHORS NOTE: Mentions of depression and self harm if you are not comfortable with the subject don't read this chapter.

SAMMY POV:(present day)

I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared shitless, I am losing my mind it's been two weeks since I got that letter from Adam and its eating me up inside I can't deal with this shit anymore I need a way out.

Pete has noticed I have been a little emotional these past couple of weeks he says I need to "have a check up" whatever that fucking means.

"Daddy I'm bored" Bronx says jumping on me and Pete's bed "can we go for a swim" Bronx adds I don't responded I don't have the energy to do anything "yeah sure bud go change and meet me in the back yard" Pete says getting off the bed.

"You wanna come for a swim" Pete says changing his clothes "I don't feel like swimming" I say turning on my back "please Sammy do it for Bronx" he says coming and siting down on the edge of the bed, I sigh "ugh fine I will be out soon" he slightly smiles and heads out the door.

I get out of bed and into some swimmers and head out to the pool.

When I go out there I was just expecting Pete and Bronx but instead Spencer, Dallon and Brendon were there.

"There she is I haven't seen you in like forever" Brendon says getting out of the pool and coming to hug me "hey Brendon" I say hugging him back "hey are you ok" he whispers in my ear I shake my head "talk about it later" he adds I nod.

"Are you gonna come in Sammy" Dallon says "I really don't want to" I say back "to bad" Pete says getting out of the pool and picking me up, I started to panic I don't know why but it brought flashbacks from when Adam would abuse me he would throw me around like a rag doll and then leave me to my wounds.

I start to cry and scream "Pete put me down now please I'm going to vomit" I say he eventually puts me down and everyone is staring at me even Bronx I start to cry even harder and run back into the house and lock myself in the bathroom.

I shut the door and lean against the door and slide down it and start crying the voices in my head are killing me

You know he will kill you

There is no escaping this one Sam

He might also kill Bronx maybe even all your other friends.

Make it easy just kill yourself now.

I shake my head no I won't let these thoughts get to me I just won't let them but they won't stop the voices are loud and clear.

Kill yourself

Kill yourself

For fucks sakes just kill yourself already.

"No no no" I Whisper to myself over and over again finally I can't take it anymore I get up off the ground and go to the sink I look in the mirror and disgusted by what I see I scoff at my reflection.

I stare at Pete's razor that is sitting on the counter.

I haven't cut since I was 18 I didn't even cut when I was with Adam.

I fumble with the razor and take the blades out I stare at them and put against my wrist and slid it across it hurts like hell but it also feels so good I let the blood consume my arm and hand I was about to do another but I hear knocking on the door.

"Sammy please open the door" I hear Pete say I don't respond "you do know I can open this door with a key" he says my breathing picks up I frantically look around for a towel but I can't find one like seriously what bathroom doesn't have a fucking towel.

"Alright then" Pete says then I hear a key go into the door then in a split second the door opens.

He makes contact with my eyes then down to my wrist his eyes widen then I see tears coming out of his eyes.

"Pete" I say softly he shakes his head and runs out of the room.

"Pete I'm sorry" I scream soon after I scream Brendon and Dallon run into the room "fuck" Brendon says running to get some towels while Dallon comes to my side "of God Sammy" he says I'm guessing he is taken back by the amount of blood.

"Where's Bronx" I say since Pete ran out "he is with Spencer outside" Dallon says seconds later Brendon runs in with towels and bandages.

"Give me your arm" Brendon says in a serious voice I hand him my arm he doesn't say a word as he cleans up the dark cut that is on my arm and bandages it up.

2 days later

"You still haven't heard from Pete" Brendon says "nope" I reply back Brendon has been staying with me these past couple of days Bronx has been staying at Dallon's but he still brings Bronx over to say hi to me Bronx is getting really worried and I can tell everyone is worried.

Where are you Pete.