Hurt Me. Trust Me.. Love Me... ~Peterick~

"Thank Me At The End"

Patrick walked back home, Pete was still at the Cemetery he waited for Patrick to leave the Cemetery so he can see who is he mourning to. Pete watched Patrick walk away tears dropping to the floor, Pete didn't feel guilty but curiosity just molds in his guts wondering who the grave is. He walked out of the bushes and walked toward the same grave Patrick was mourning to, he looked at the carved letters: 

'David Stumph a great Father to two children, along with being a great husband. 

He will be loved for his caring feelings, and always leaves no one's sides, he will always be loved but ends with a tragic death

1985-2001'

Pete felt guilt form in his gut for beating up little Patrick, he already had pain ever since. His dad just died 14 years ago, Pete sighs as his phone started ringing he sighed once again annoyed. He took out his phone his eyes not leaving the grave tho', he answered the call without looking at the caller I.D. "Hello..." He replies, there was silence until a reply "Hey Pete!" It was Mikey's cheery voice Pete sighed quietly, his lonely time was up. "Ya...Whats up?" Pete ask his eyes trialing all over the grave again, again, and again reading all over again, making his guilt rise to his chest making him feel tears of guilt brim in his eyes. "I found you're skateboard at the park, you want me to come over at you're house to drop it off?" He ask, Pete sighs and look away from the grave, "Uh..Ya...I was out...Uh, thanks Mikey, meet me at my house" He responded, "Alright!" Mikey exclaims and hanged up the beeping noise filling in Pete's ear. Pete put away his phone and looked at the grave and reading the 'tragic death' over again, tragic death? 

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Patrick walked back home, tears still rolling down his cheeks hurt, because of everything. Because of Pete, because of Ryan beating Brendon up so he can save his reputation, and just him in fact. He hated that he wasn't like anyone else, he hated that he was that one kid that acts always muted, he hated being that kid who has a lost father. His father leaving him with a tragic death, which that memory will never be replaced nor be turned away, it still remains in his head hurting him in the most possible way. Patrick walked back home, his mother's car was parked in the driveway. He knows that his mother won't appreciate him that he visited his father's grave, his mother hated speaking about her own husband, she over him by only minutes, minutes wasted to another man. Patrick walked up to the door of the front door and took out his keys and unlock the door and walked in, breathing quite heavily because of what will happen when he tells his mother why was he gone, he sighed and went inside. 

There weren't any girly giggles nor his sister was in sight, he knows they were out somewhere partying, he was alone with his mother. Patrick was going to go up the stairs but stopped by his mother's voice, "Patrick...Where the fuck were you?" She growls her voice stern, Patrick turned his head to face his mother down the stairs which he only took two steps on the stairs, he sighed and faced her. "I went out..." He replies quietly, his mother raised an eyebrow and grabbed Patrick's arm pulling him down from the stairs, almost tripping but without his mother's grip he would of get hurt, but his mother wouldn't care. "Out where, Patrick?" She ask her voice still stern, her voice still poisoned with each word. "Out at the Cemetery" Patrick whispers. he felt his mother's grip tightened, "You visited him, Patrick? Did you!? I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING VISIT HIM NOR SPEAK OF HIM!" His mother yelled, Patrick felt tears well up in his eyes. "I'm sorry..." He says quietly, but he was pushed to the floor, his mother looking down giggling like a madwomen. 

"Patrick...You're not fucking forgiven...You broke one of my rules.." She growls as she look up at Patrick, Patrick was quiet. He was scared, and when he scared he shuts up, he will never talk when he is scared. "You know what happens...When you break mommies rules" She says as she look at Patrick with vacant eyes, but it was filled with anger and you can see the sanity draining away from her, "ANSWER ME!" She yells grabbing a vase and throwing at Patrick, straight at Patrick. Patrick didn't move he let the object hit him and shatter all around him, all the shards scrap his skin even cutting his face. Patrick's mother walked up to Patrick and grabbed him by the neck and pushed him against the wall, the grip was so tight it made Patrick can't breath. He struggled against her grip, kicking his legs as did so, "You fucking bastard...Why didn't you save you're father? Why did you let him die? Why didn't you die with him?" The words stung Patrick, he became lightheaded because of the lost of contact of air. He was dropped to floor, he quickly breathed in, getting all the air in his system, "You fucking stupid useless shit" She growls as she kick his face, bruising the bridge of his nose and cracking it in process.