Vintage Misery (Peterick)

Chapter 7: Where Is Your Boy Tonight?

((Hey my lovelies! I've been really excited to write this chapter since you guys were so mad that I put you on such a good cliffhanger. So, here is the end of your torture! In the heading is Patrick in "The Phoenix" but I'm using it as the aftermath of Elisa and Ashlynn. Enjoy))

Patrick's POV:
"Hold still." Elisa said with the bat in her hand getting ready to swing. She swung and hit me right in the stomach. I screamed in pain and agony as she kept going. The pain was unbearable. After 5 minutes, she stopped and went on to another beating.

"Ashlynn! Get me the whip!" Elisa yelled smiling devilishly as Ashlynn handed it to her. She smacked it against the door and walked towards me. She came up to me and gestured Ashlynn to help her take my shirt and jacket off. As soon as they did, the tied my wrists to a pole and walked back. "This is not going to be pleasant." Ashlynn said telling Elisa to start.

Elisa threw the whip behind her and began whipping my back as hard as she could. I screamed my lungs out as the both laughed. I could feel the blood trickling down my back stinging my open wound. She continued whipping me non-stop for 30 minutes. I felt very lightheaded from all the loss of blood.

"Feel my pain now?!?" She screamed at me. She untied me from the pole and picked me up and slapped me across the face. I cried as she put me on a bed and strapped me down. She took a knife and made a 6 inch cut around my neck-chest area. Ashlynn and Elisa then started to punch me non-stop on my nose and my forehead.

She eventually broke my nose and my nose was bleeding non-stop. She took out a syringe and stuck it in to my neck and I slowly fell asleep. The last thing I heard was Elisa and Ashlynn laughing non-stop over my body.

Pete's POV:
It was 3:00 am and I couldn't stop thinking about Patrick. I kept wondering where he could be. He could be dead or knocked out. The possibilities were endless. I quickly went downstairs to get some pizza and a cup of water to see if that would calm me down.

I gnawed down on the pizza and drank the water and it made me wide awake which didn't help. I went to the living room and turned on the tv. My favorite show,"Doctor Who" was on so that made me happy. After the episode finished, it was almost 5:00 am. I ran upstairs and fell right asleep.

As I was asleep, my body went into a very relaxed state and I started dreaming. *rippling dream harp music plays* I was running in a beautiful meadow surrounded my thousands and thousands of fresh flowers. The sun was out and the sky was a turquoise blue color. I started running and I saw a silhouette in the distance. I ran faster to see who it was and it was Patrick.

He was wearing his fedora, twenty-one pilots shirt, black skinny jeans and some converse. He was looking at all the roses in one area of the meadow and looked over at me. I saw his blue-green eyes staring deeply into mine. We both ran to each other and he tackled me onto the ground. He was on-top of me with his hands on the sides of my head.

He smiled, then passionately kissed me. He pulled back and I smiled. He was blushing like nobody's business. He fell to the side of me and we held hands looking up at the sky together. "I love you, Pete." Patrick said staring into my eyes.

"I love you too, Pattycakes" I said kissing the back of his hand. I got up and picked him a beautiful, fresh rose. The nicest one I could find. I walked over to him and he blushed. "For me? Thanks, Petey Pie." He said smelling the rose.

"New nickname, huh?" I said smirking at him.
"Yeah." Patrick said with his hand behind his back with a flirty smile. I found a tree that was full of apples and decided to get Patrick one. When I was halfway there, the world got dark. I turned around to look at Patrick and he wasn't there.

"Patrick?!" I said yelling for him. He was nowhere to be seen. I yelled for him again and there was no response. I looked around again at he was transforming into something. He slowly got up and stared at me with his teeth covering his top row of teeth a little bit.

His eyes were a fiery yellow. He slowly limped towards me and roared. "P-Patrick?" I said terrified. Then, someone poked my shoulder and I turned around. It was Elisa.

She looked like a female devil. She laughed at me while I was speechless. "Aww. Look at your poor baby Patrick. Not so sweet now is he?" She asked holding her pitchfork. "What did you do to him?!" I yelled with tears in my eyes. "What did I do to him?! He's just showing his true colors." She said.

I didn't believe a word she said. Patrick is the sweetest and most polite person in the world. Elisa teleported next to Patrick without me seeing. "Say buh-bye, Pete!" She yelled laughing at my pain. "No!" I yelled running after them but I was too late.

She teleported to hell before I could get to them. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed waking up. That was the worst nightmare ever. I sat up and looked at the clock. It was 1:00 in the afternoon.

I got up and put a Metallica shirt on with black skinny jeans and headed downstairs. I was pretty hungry so I ate a bowl of Cheerios while listening to some music. Don't judge me. I couldn't stop thinking about my dream last night. I wondered if it was a sign of some sort.

I walked over to get some water when I saw a paper on the counter. I went to read it when I saw that it was from Elisa.

Dear Pete,
If you EVER want to see Patrick ever again, you will meet me at my house TONIGHT AT 6:00pm SHARP. If you're late, HE DIES!
Signed,
Elisa Stump

I furiously looked up from the paper. Elisa has Patrick.

ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER!!!! Hey guys I hope you enjoyed that chapter, it took me 2 hours to write. If you guys want to talk to me about the book or if you're confused about the storyline, please feel free to PM me on Wattpad! Sadly, none of you guys asked me a question :(. Thank you guys for reading!