Friend, Please (Peterick)

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Patrick's POV

"Well, I gotta go. My mom actually is asking me to do some things at home." He sighed. I nods, "Momma's boy." I laugh. He shook his head and poked my side.

"Hey no." I laugh. He kissed my cheek and licked over my nose. "Bye babe." Pete smirked and left the room. "Bye, Pete." I say while blushing intensely.

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The next day I woke up with a smile on my face. I was happy that now I got what I wanted. I wanted Pete and now I got him. He's all mine and that's all I needed to be happy.

I walked downstairs and found rope, drugs, and alcohol. I swear to god if he's using that rope on me I will.. well I cant do anything. I immediately heard footsteps after that but honestly. I was hungry and I didn't fucking give a shit if he was here or not.

I went to the kitchen and just got out bread. I was too lazy to heat up food anyway. I ate the bread that wasn't toasted or anything and walked upstairs.
I played my-well Pete's guitar but it's mine whatever. I played my favourite songs while singing softly.

"Patrick!" I hear my dad slur from outside my door. I pretended to not listen to what he was saying. I didn't wanna see his face. I don't want my mood to be ruined. "Patrick!!" I hear banging on my door and I sigh.

I slowly opened it and saw him with a cigarette in his fingers, blowing the smoke everywhere. I shook my head, feeling my chest get slightly tighter. I coughed a bit and looked at him. "What?" I asked him.

He ended up slapping me and I fell on the floor. Hell, that was a loud noise. It was stinging. It hurt actually. A lot. He looked at me. He was agressive when he was drunk. He dragged me to the basement. The scary basement.

I immediately got memories of this place and started whimpering and thrashing around, trying to get out from his grip. It was a hard grip on my arm. It was probably a bruise already.

"Shut up." He groaned. This basement is dark. He loved scaring me in the dark I knew that. He always put me in the dark as a child. He always said it's to 'get over your fear of the dark' which is a fucking lie cause I never got over it. My fear only got worse thanks to my dad.

I literally couldn't see anything. That's how dark it was. All I could see is the staircase that lead to the living room.

He sat me on the probably same chair as before and he made me sit there. "Don't you dare move." He growled. I could smell the smoke of the cigarette. It was hard to breathe. "I got your inhaler." He says softly. I obviously could tell he had an ugly smirk on his face. He tied my legs to the chair so I couldn't move at all.

"Give it back." I cough slightly. Every time he opened his mouth the smoke would go to my face. I knew that I couldn't move. That's why he's doing it. "Give it back!" My lungs felt like it was on fire. I couldn't breathe and I felt like I was gonna die.

I stopped begging as it was only meant for his pleasure. I gasped for air as he finally threw the inhaler at me. It was on my thigh but whatever. I used it quickly before I died and I breathed in heavily.

I knew he was looking at me. I could feel it. My lungs were now fine and I was still breathing heavily, inhaling the sort of clean air.

I wanted to get out so badly. My legs felt freaking sore, my throat hurt and I just needed time to rest. I was probably dying I don't even know.

I shook my head and he untied my legs after begging for what seemed like forever.

I walked upstairs as fast as I could without tripping or anything and kept my inhaler with me the entire day. I was scared that it might happen again and he would take my inhaler. Fuck him.

I sighed softly and fell asleep after the incident
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