Friend, Please (Peterick)

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Patrick's POV

I was at home now. I had to go home since Pete told me to. But then again I couldn't really stay there for the rest of my life now can I? No.

I layed down on my bed and sighed heavily. "Hey you finally came back! Did you miss me or something?" I hear my dad yell. I sighed as his voice rang through my ears. I didn't like it. It sounded so rough and just annoying. It pisses me off. Before he hit me it was so nice and soft. I loved hearing it.

"Go away" I mumbled and he came through the door and sat on my bed. "You look fat." He laughed. "What did you do at your friend's house?" He asked me and punched my shoulder. "Um okay" I mumble and he pulled me by my shirt. The collar made me choke and I let out a whimper as he turned me around.

"And your face looks fucked up" he laughed again and threw my glasses on the floor and punched my face. I stumbled back and shaked my head in pain. I brought my hand to my nose since that was the main attraction. I groaned and he kept kicking me everywhere.

"S-Stop" I whimper. He didn't really take it. He gave me one more hit on the arm, leaving me on the floor as he went out.

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I sat on my bed, of course I was listening to nothing but Twenty Øne Piløts while crying which isn't a shocker at all. I was sobbing at this point from the pain. Physically and emotionally. I hate it. I wrote in my notebook, it was another suicide note. I was in too much pain to even fucking think. I hated everything but I knew I couldn't leave anyone but then, who wants me here anyway, right? Probably Pete but he could get over me so easily. I'm literally nothing.

I sobbed as I wrote. It was my seventh note. Yes. I write suicide notes so I don't really have to write before I kill myself. I tore the paper and folded it in half. I'm planning to just give it to him when I'm kind of at his house or something. I wrote To: Pete♡ on the front and I put it in between my notebook. I might do it though. Just. Not right now. I have to give the letter first.
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My phone dinged about 10 times which I honestly ignored. I was in my old goddamn world, thinking about how my life ended up so shitty. But Pete isn't so shitty. I mean, I love him.

Finally, I got pissed off by the sounds from my phone so I picked it up, looking at the notifications and it was all Pete. I smiled a little as I didn't really feel pissed anymore.

From:

Pete: Hi I miss you
Pete: actually you've been gone for like ?????
Pete: I wanna hold you in my armssss
Pete: Brendon came over :)))
Pete: and he says hi
Pete: image attached

I laughed at the image. I hate this honestly. I hate living here and it made me wanna have Pete as my fucking dad.

He could be my legal parent but that wouldn't really work out. Sigh. I got up, only having pain shooting up in my body which actually fucking sucks. I winced in pain and I looked outside my window that had a goddamn crack on it. Oh how the world looks so peaceful when it's actually not.
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Yey so I feel like this book might turn out to suck ass ooPs