Light My Way Back Home •Patrick Stump+Fall Out Boy•

Epilogue: You Should Take My Life, You Should Take My Soul

Hey guys, so as you can tell... this is the final chapter of the ...Back series that I will post(probably, unless I get fluffy one shot ideas for Catrick/Pole) Before I start crying because my babies are well into aging gracefully, I just want to let you all know that this was the most fun I've had writing a book in a long time. You all were constantly there voting and commenting(I could make a list of the best ones that would be hella long) and simply reading(all you silent readers, you better comment because I really want to know if you guys enjoyed this as much as I have). This chapter is probably going to be pretty long because it wraps up the stories that are in the Back series and basically ties up any lose ends that I feel need to be tied up. Sit back, get as many tissues as you can hoard, grab some snacks, and hopefully cry with me through this final installment of the ...Back series.

||Cole Wentz|| First Person||

Patrick's eyes are locked on my face in a warm, longing stare as he pulls me into his chest tighter than before. His arms are wrapped quite tightly as her cradles my frame to him, his face pressing into the crook of my neck where he plants a series of small kisses to the skin the collar of my v-neck exposes. I make a small hum in the back of my throat, shifting my position closer to his which further twists the white covers out legs are tangled together beneath.

"We don't have to get up today?" I whisper softly, turning my head to face Patrick's. He tilts his face up to mine, are lips an inch apart before he smiles slowly. Patrick makes a small, sweet noise in the back of his throat before nodding, pecking me on the lips lightly.

"Whole day to ourselves." He smiles widely at me. "Our last day..."

"Until you're mine." We whisper in synchronization. I giggle lightly and press my body to his, trying to get closer than physically possible to this man that I will marry tomorrow.

It's March. It's been nearly five months since that night at Pete's house. The night I was screaming and crying, visibly mentally unstable with a bullet in my leg and a near drowning. The night that I drove a pen into necks to save lives, the day Patrick pulled the trigger on the person who attempted to take mine. The night Patrick and I killed people.

I make it sound that way, I mean.

What do I say? Luke(whatever-his-last-name-is), the man that aided the person that makes shivers crawl down my spine when mentioned up to today, had died. He passed away from blood loss and extensive injuries to his neck, a tear in his jugular vein from the ballpoint pen that I swiped from Derek's car. They found him in the van, slumped over in his seat with blood soaking into his shirt and pronounced him dead at the scene. It makes me feel physically sick to think about the extent I went to protect my best friend Hayley Williams and my nephews that she was watching over that night. The memory of him screaming in agony as I drove that pen into him makes my skin crawl and my body seize up.
And then there's Derek Skinner. Or at least there was Derek Skinner. He passed away in surgery at the hospital when trying to remove the bullet and stitch up the wounds in his neck. Even if he survived the injuries, the doctors believed that he would never walk again. I didn't know whether or not to be down right ecstatic that I never had to worry about those two again, or sick to my stomach because of the thought that Patrick and I killed them. But Patrick was torn up by it- no matter how much he hated, despised those two men, he never wanted to take a human life from anyone- even those that tried to kill him. And though I tried to convince Patrick that Derek was dead already- the fact that I almost killed him like I did Luke-, he never believed me. And even though Derek and Luke had no one to press charges on us for them, the police still interrogated us on every single aspect of the night that we could remember. They ruled it out as self defence because they secretly hated the two men, and the world was left with the false information that Luke and Derek had a fatal falling out and that Derek killed himself after realizing that he was going back to jail, just so Fall Out Boy and Patrick Stump's career and reputation wasn't tarnished.