Kickdrum Beating in My Chest Again (Alternate Version)

Chapter 113

!!!!!!!!!!Author's Note!!!!!!!!!!

Hello Everyone! Happy Friday! I hope you all had a good week! Mine was pretty low key. My son is done with school and doesn't start summer school until June 17, so we just hung around and ran errands. I taught my voice lessons yesterday and the band didn't meet this week because too many people would be gone. We don't have anything planned for this weekend either. Kicking back and relaxing is good though. That was my week. I hope yours was more exciting than mine!

This week, Patrick and Elisa were getting somewhere, Brad drugs Patrick during his "welfare check," and Elisa realizes what happened and tries to salvage the meeting. Patrick's way too messed up and he can't understand anything Elisa's saying. Brad is laughing his ass off at it all. Elisa calls Brad back into their room, tells him to take him back to their cell and confronts him about drugging Patrick, which Brad denies. Brad takes Patrick back to his cell unconscious. Joe recalls how he felt when he woke up after the drugs had worn off. He confronts Brad about the feeding, and Brad identifies the men who attacked Patrick and Joe in the shower earlier.

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Chapter 113

********Trigger Warning for Drug Use********

Their meeting was actually going somewhat well now that they'd figured out how to read each other's lips. Patrick was still hearing nothing but gibberish in his head and it was really distracting. He was having to work really hard to read Elisa's lips because of the drugs and listening to this foreign language was really jarring, which meant he had to work even harder to focus. On the plus side, his brain was feeling slightly less foggy. That meant the Versed was slowly starting to wear off. It would still be in his system for several hours, but the immediate effects would wear off in another hour or two. He was still only catching about every third word, but he was getting enough that he could mostly get the gist of it. She'd told him about what will happen after she's given a court date and finds out the outcome of that, at least he's pretty sure that's what she said. She asked him about any character witnesses, and he didn't know what to say about that. He's never been married (that he knows of), lives alone and those who he thought were his friends and family have now turned on him. The only person he could think of is Brendon. There are the guys from My Chemical Romance, but he was never super close with them, and they are on tour out of the country right now. The only one he was slightly close to was Frank, but once they'd tried to date and there was nothing there, they'd decided to be friends so, with him being gone a lot with the band, he didn't see him much anymore.

Elisa then told him something about protective custody, which Patrick laughed at in his head. She'd tried many times already and it had never happened, so it's probably not going to happen this time either. It was easier to think about it that way so when it didn't happen, he wasn't so disappointed with the fact that he was stuck with Gabe abusing him.

It seemed like Elisa was about to discuss something else, when Brad opened the door to the room and began approaching him. Great! What the fuck does he want? Elisa stopped him before he got to Patrick, and he thinks she asked him why he was there. She was speaking too fast now for him to read her lips. The strange part was that he was still hearing the drivel in his head as she was speaking and couldn't understand a word of it. When Brad speaks, he hears English though. He said something about a welfare check. What was that about? What's he doing? Elisa didn't seem to be buying it but reluctantly agreed. Brad approached him and started checking him over, doing things like feeling his head and asking him questions that he had trouble answering since he had no idea what was happening. It's like Brad is playing doctor or some shit. Patrick puts up with it for now, wondering where this was going. Then Brad comes to stand in front of him, doing something to check his ears and whispers into Patrick's ear to not react or make any physical movements. He looks at Brad with a confused look, but in the back of his head he knows this isn't boding well for him. Brad is up to something; he just had no clue what. Brad moves over to his other ear to do whatever the fuck he was doing, wrapping his hand around Patrick's back. That's when Patrick felt the needle push into the skin on his back and its liquid being pressed into his body. Fuck! No! No! No! It was just starting to wear off! It really pissed Patrick off! He looks up at Brad with a furious look, and Brad just smiles his evil, smug smile back at him. If I could move right now, I'd kick you in the balls so fucking hard that you'd be screaming and would have to reach up so far inside to find them that they may be in up in your throat, asshole! His anger is short-lived though as the immediate effects of more Versed made everything relax. Brad had given him a much larger amount this time. Patrick's head clouded up so much that he couldn't think at all, and that made it impossible for him to see, talk or do much of anything but hang his head and drool out of both sides of his mouth. He didn't even know where he was or what was happening, and he could barely keep his eyes open. His body wanted to just melt onto the floor, but the chains were hardly keeping him in his chair.