Psych Ward (Peterick)

Chapter 20

Pete's POV:

It was half past 3 and I went to grab Joe. We both walked to Patrick to pick him up. We entered the room and we couldn't see him. I closed the door and looked behind me. Patrick was against the wall his knees up against his chest.

'Patrick we have to go'

He looked up at us and fear spread across his eyes. He slowly stood up, his knees trembling.

'It's going to be okay, we're here for you' Joe spoke and he smiled at Patrick.

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The ride to the Policestation was a quiet one. Joe tried to start up a conversation with Patrick but with no avail. Patrick trembled all the way. His eyes glossy and his lip quivering.

We got out and we entered to police station. Patrick walked close behind us and I heard him draw in short breaths. His breath hitched as a police officer walked to us.

'Hello, Patrick' he said a bit to cheery.

Patrick said nothing as he hide behind my back. I felt him shaking.

'Patrick, we want to give you our apologies. We were wrong and we should have treated you better. I am sorry I was so tough on you all those years ago. You didn't deserve that. I'm truly sorry' the police officer spoke.

'I-its o-okay' Patrick said almost in a whisper and the police officer smiled sympethaticaly.

The police officer led us to a room with a big glass window. A woman came into the room and introduced herseld as the D.A. her name was Casey or something.

'Are you ready Patrick' she asked him and he carefully nodded. The police pushed a button and the lights in the room on the other side of the glass went on and seven man came walking in. Each holding a number.

'Now Patrick I want you to look very good and tell me if you see him'.

Patrick looked at all the men and stopped when he reached the fifht guy. His breathing quickened and tears starting to spill.

'Which one is it Patrick' she aksed softly.

'F-five, i-its n-number 5' he cried and his knees gave in as he fell on the ground. His breathing became even quicker. I got down on my knees and I grabbed Patrick by his shoulders.

'Shh Patrick, breath, breath Patrick. Follow my breathing' I breathed slowly and he tried to follow it. After a few minutes his breathing was back to normal and I hugged him tight. I stood up and helped him up. We got out of the room and I sat him down on a chair.

Joe went to grab us some water as a door opened and Patricks eyes darted that way. Two police officers came out with a handcuffed man.

The man looked back and Patricks eyes widened. The man focussed on him and Patrick gasped.

'Well hello Patrick'