W e a k n e s s [Peterick AU] - #Wattys2016

#21- S p l i n t e r

Patrick's POV

The first time we were face to face I was scared, to be honest. Scared to discover a different world. I had never really doubted about my sexual orientation. But probably that was because I had never loved someone. Pete was the first one who made me go really crazy. Did that mean I was gay? Bi? Who knows...

I wasn't even completely conscious of the fact that I was falling in love with him, it was more like... a chemical reaction. Love is a chemical reaction, it's something natural, something we can't control. Love is not a choice.

Yet I was wondering how we had come to this point in so little time. Six days before, we were complete strangers.

Maybe it was destiny. Or simply we were both so lonely that finding someone who actually understood us seemed a miracle and a precious thing to keep like a treasure.

I had never seen him tense up so much.

"What are you doing?", he muttered in anxiety. My hands slided to his bandage and took it off. I stared at his dark bruises before brushing his forehead and sliding my hand down his features until his chin with a soft caress.

"W- what are you doing?", he repeated in panic "No, this can't happen... again... I... no, I can't believe it, how can I be so stupid?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't touch me! I said you can go now!", he started shaking his head like a maniac.

"Pete, are you okay?", I asked scared "Please, tell me what's wrong"

"No, you've already caused too many problems! Ahhh, he would kill me if he was here...", once he said that, he rushed to his bedroom and shut the door.

I could even find his concern and disappointment quite normal, but it was impossible for me to explain the exact meaning of his words.

What was the best thing to do? Leaving or waiting for him to calm down and then clearing up everything?

Maybe Pete's right, I've caused too many problems. I'm such a mess...

I was about to get out, when Pete's voice stopped me: "I'm sorry"

I turned to my friend, who had now opened the bedroom door and leaned agains the white wall with his head in his hands. Slowly letting myself into his room, I sat on the king sized bed and examinated his blank expression for a while. I spoke first: "I didn't wanna upset you"

Since he didn't seem to want to reply, I continued, leaning towards him: "Tell me your story"

His eyes suddenly shined in utter surprise and fear.

I felt like it was time to know something about his past; maybe that would help me figure out why he had reacted that way.

"Please. At least a part of your story"

He let out a small sigh and started, his voice shaking: "Well... I guess you deserve some explanations, now... okay, this is how it went: I was born from a quite great mother... and one of the worst fathers I could ever have. He was violent, aggressive... he'd always wanted me to be strong and insensitive, as he was. But when my mother got tired of his aggressiveness, she moved to another city and decided to take me with her, because she had understood her husband was getting dangerous. So, when I moved with her, I suddenly became a kind and altruist kid, way different from how my father wanted me to be. And when he found out, the first thing he thought to do was to kill my mother: she had raised me like that, she had taken me away from him. He was getting jealous more and more, and he wanted me back.