Candlelight ; Peterick/Geetrick

13.1; Bang The Doldrums

'Best friends, ex-friends to the end. Better off as lovers.'

"Patrick, are you breaking up with me?"

I move back to the wall and tremble, thinking of ways on how to escape him. He's too controlling. He's gone too far.

"I-I..." I start to say but apparently he doesn't like me stuttering the answer. He pushes me farther to the wall and dug his nails on my arm. It hurts.

"Patrick," His breath feathers my cheek, making me shiver. He smells like liquor. He drank again. "You're mine and I won't let stupid fate rip us apart."

I bite my lip, "B-but y-you wouldn't do this. Cutting u-up my soulmate's c-candle won't change an-anything. Illegally changing i-initials, even."

"I DID IT FOR US!" He yells, and I sink a little. He's so scary. I don't want to be here anymore.

"YOU THINK I'LL LET YOU GET AWAY WITH THAT SCUM?! YOU ARE MINE, PATRICK. NO ONE CAN HAVE YOU EXCEPT ME!" He growls at me, throwing me to the bed.

I scoot far away from him, as he grabs my candle and shows it to me. The grey candle has a lot of marks, mostly from him trying to cut off the initials at the bottom. The flames were so dim. I'm worried about them.

"This... Is this the reason why you can't love me enough? Is that what you're telling me, Patrick?"

"N-no, Gosh, no! T-that's not what I-"

"Then what?!"

"You changed!" I cry out, my eyes fixates on his dark ones. "You're not the same guy that I loved!"

He stops, head tilting to the side. "I was never the same, Patrick. To be honest, I only dated you because my good'ol brother bet me to. These feelings for you at first were all out of fucking pity."

I shake my head, "W-what?"

"That's right! I don't know what kind of spell you give me but goddamn, you're just a toy and I regret every fucking time I spent with you!"

It must be the alcohol talking, right?

"You're l-lying."

He laughs loudly, as I flinch. "You're so pathetic, Patrick. No wonder no one loves you."

//

I sit up, hugging myself. Gosh, it's really hot in here right now. I don't wanna remember that. Why do they feel the need to return back into my life?

Pete stirs, sitting up beside me and wraps an arm around me. "Patrick? You're shaking, oh god. It's only a dream, babe. It's okay."

It's never going to be okay, Pete.

"P-Pete, I'm so scared. I don't wanna see him. He r-ruined my life." I cling onto him, tears spilling out of my eyes.

"Patrick, sweetheart, I won't let anyone hurt you." He moves me to his side, lying us back. "Wh-who is it, anyway?"

"Gerard." I mumble, almost inaudible.

Pete kisses my forehead and caresses my cheek. "Whatever Gerard did to you, I won't ever do. Patrick, I... I love you so damn much."

I look up at him with a hopeful smile. "I love you too, Pete."

He kisses me then grins widely. "Let's get some sleep, yeah? Don't want you too tired for work."

"Don't you have a job?" I ask, getting comfortable.

Pete shrugs, "My job is to be a freeloader and spend my cash on you. Now sleep, lunchbox."

"Dork." I say before passing out.

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Once again I'm at work, reading stuff about World War II. Pete said he'll try to talk to Mikey about him, and hopefully Pete can settle it. I told him that wouldn't be necessary and Gerard might do something drastic but Pete insisted.

My train of thought got interrupted when someone spoke.

"Uh, hi. I'd like to borrow this?"

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I just wanna update something so here it is lol part 2 will be up sometime idk

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