"Dear Hiatus..." (Sequel to A Living Hell) // Fall Out Boy

Go Boy, Go Boy, Run For Your Life (Andy's POV)

"Hey, guys!" I said as we all walked up to Pete and Meagan.

"Uncle Andy! Uncle Patrick! Auntie Elisa!" Bronx shouted, running to all of us, making us laugh.

We took him in our arms and hugged him tightly, planting kisses on his head, which made him laugh. Pete and Meagan trailed behind him, carrying a tiny Saint in a car seat. We hugged them, then talked as we walked to baggage claim. Once we got there, the three of them stood near the belt that carried the luggage and waited. Patrick and I stayed back, sitting on some of the benches the airport had near the windows. 

"Patrick, we gotta hurry up, I just don't have a good feeling right now," I said, not being able to sit still.

"About Joe?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied. "He hasn't been good at all, these past couple days, and when he asked to stay behind, I almost made him come with or said I would stay back. I just feel like something's wrong, like something happened to him. We need to hurry up, I need to get back to him."

"Okay, hold on," Patrick said, getting up. 

He walked over to Pete and Meagan, telling them that he and I were going to take a taxi back to his place. He gave Pete the keys to his vehicle, then came and grabbed me. We practically ran down the hallways of the airport until we got outside, where we were able to catch a taxi relatively quickly. I frantically told the driver the address, then told him to step on it. He nodded, then drove off, speeding out of the airport parking lot. 

We pulled onto Patrick's road about ten minutes later. It was a winding, curving road, so it wasn't a straight shot to Patricks. As we got closer, I saw red lights coming off of the houses near Patrick's. My heart started to race, and I opened the door and ran out, while the man was still driving.

"Andy!" Patrick shouted. 

I glanced back and saw that Patrick had the man pull over. He quickly paid him, then started running after me. There was an ambulance across the street from Patrick's house, and there were a few police cars. I ran to one of the cops and asked him what was going on, trying not to break down.

"Sir, a neighbor called the police after she heard glass being broken over and over in the house, and she also said she heard crying. We dispatched police and EMTs to the scene. Do you live here?" he said.

"No, b-but-"

"Then we legally can't release any more information to you," he said.

"Listen to me, my boyfriend is in there. He and I are staying here. It's my best friends' house. I've been through enough bullshit in the last few months to deal with you right now. You either tell me where the fuck my boyfriend is or tell me where the fuck I can find him before I-" I said.

"Assaulting an officer? You're lucky I don't arrest you right now," he said.

"Assault- Excuse me? I didn't threaten you or anything! I just want to know where the hell my boyfriend is!" I said, nearly crying.

"What's going on? Who's being arrested?" Patrick said, coming up behind me, breathing heavy from running after me.

"Your little friend here is assaulting an officer. I told him to be lucky I don't arrest him," the cop said.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't see Andy touch you in any way, shape, or form. Assault on an officer is battery, which is physical contact. He didn't touch you. You cannot illegally arrest him, and if you do, I'm pressing charges," Patrick said, leaving the officer speechless. "Now, you tell him where the hell his boyfriend is."

"Are you the owner of this house?" the officer asked, snapping back to reality.

"Yes, I live here, and he and a bunch of my friends are staying with me," Patrick said.