Teach Me Mr. Wentz | >> Peterick AU <<

3:14 AM

~ So, this chapter is gonna be kinda sad, so, yeah. Prepare your feels, it will get better though. Also, fun fact, I'm in class rn as I write/publish this! :)~

[Patrick's POV]
I yawned and rubbed my eyes then looked over to the digital clock I had on the bedside table, 3:14 AM. I stood up and left my room. I walked down the dark hallway to Pete's room. I oeaked inside and noticed something strange, he wasn't there. Where was he?

I checked for a note, nothing. I walked out of the room and over to the creaky old wooden staircase. I went down into the kitchen, he wasn't there either. Where was he? This was kinda starting to creep me out.

I walked to the living room and looked around, he still wasn't there. I wanted to cry, I know this sounds kinda stupid, but I was terrified of what might have happened to him. Was he okay? Was he hurt? Was he-

Someone began tugging at the door and kicking it. I hid behind the sofa and looked slightly at the door, of what I saw, there was a completely black figure, more of a sillhoute. They were pushing with more force now. "Come on you son of a bitch, fucking open! Oh my fu-" Then, it flew open.

I shrunk behind the sofa more and tried my best to seem invisible. They turned the light on thus making me see their face, it was Pete. I smiled at the fact of knowing he was okay. I stood up and began walking over to him.

"Pete, why were you-" I was cut off by him pinning me against the wall and violently making out with me. I pushed him off. "What are you do-" He cut me off again. "Shut the fuck up and let me kiss you already!" He shouted, I could smell the alchohal in his breath.

He pulled me to the couch and pushed me down, pinning my wrists down above my head. I couldn't move. "Pete, you're drunk!" I yelled, fighting against his grip. I squirmed and he whispered seductivly in my ear, each word feeling like a poisionous venom leaking out of his mouth. "I wanna fuck you so hard Patrick, let me-" "No!" I yelled, throwing him off me and onto the ground.

"Where the fuck are you going?!" He yelled, as I ran out the door and down the block. Tears were streaming down my face, I was angry at him. I trusted him! He was the only family I had. He broke my trust.

Where would I go? I had no one. Maybe I could go to Andy and his mother's? I left my Ninja Turtle stuffed animal from my dad at Pete's, but I didn't care right now.

I ran faster, my feet being pierced by gravel as I sprinted down the road. I ran to the park where there was a graveyard. One by the name of Yosemity Grave Site. I ran to the huge willow tree and collapsed on a tombstone, my feet bleeding, scuffed, and torn up.

The tombstone read:

RIP
Johnathon (John) Michael Stump
1973-2012
Loving Father, Son, Husband, and Brother
May he rest in peace

I cried until my eyes hurt. "Daddy," I whispered. "I need you."