Kidnapped by the emo trinity [complete]

Chapter nine

"ow" i yelped as he grabbed my wrists and roughly dragged me up the stairs.

"shut up!" he snapped. He stopped abrubtly by a door and i bumped into him. He loudly pounded on the door and from inside i could hear pete's irritated voice yell back.

"what?!"

"guess what our little guest tried to do.." at this the door swung open to reveal a smug looking Pete.

"well well well.." he smirked "why dont you come in and fill me in."

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"is that so?" Pete asked after Frank explained how i tried to call Damon. I tried to figure out what he was thinking but he kept a really good poker face.

"leave us" he stated still with no emotion. Frank smiled, knowing i was in trouble, and backed out of his room.

"Tsk tsk tsk" he shook his head slowly back and forth and turned to face me. "what am I going to do with you?" i stayed silent and looked to the ground.

"am i going to have to have frank teach you another lesson?" memories of that night flooded back and I shivered. how could they be so cruel?

"what's wrong with you?" I whispered, keeping my gaze locked on my feet

"speak clearly and look and me when you talk!" Pete snapped suddenly. I lifted my head and looked him dead in the eyes with nothing but pure haltered. How can he do this? How is this the Pete wentz that I once admired? How can this be the man whose poster hung on my wall? How can he just kidnap me and be totally fine with it? How could he just take me away from my family? My friends? Damon. He looked horrible in the interview. Just thinking of him brought tears to my eyes. What kind of person does this to someone? How can he just stand there and look at me like an inanimate object? Rage was building inside of me with every thought until I couldn't hold it in any longer. I clenched my jaw trying to stop myself but it was so use. I pulled back and pouched him with every ounce of energy I had. He yelped and turned his head away holing his hand to his nose. He slowly turned his body back to face me. He removed his hand from his nose and I caught a glimpse of blood. He clenched his jaw and our eyes met. Crap. That was a stupid decision. His eyes filled with rage and all my confidence was lost.
"Why you little-" he Began. I whimpered and took a few steps back, hoping to find refuge in a corner. Pete grabbed a glass figurine of a guitar from the top off his dresser. His fist was so tight around the trinket that his k knuckles turned white.

"you shouldn't have done that!" he said stepping closer to me making me back up against the wall. I was able to now get a good look at the damage my punch had caused. I defiantly broke his nose. Ha! He then turned around and took a few steps away from me only to whip back around again and shout. "YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT!" he pulled back and chucked the mini guitar at the wall right next to me. I blocked my face with my arm and it shattered everywhere. He dragged his arm across his dresser sending glass figurines of other instruments plummeting to the ground and shattering. I was shaking in fear and I slid down the wall, tears streaming down my face.

There was silence.

I kept my face buried in my arms and refused to look up at him. Until I heard him speak.

"I'm.. I'm sorry" he whispered. Wait sorry? Did he just apologize for throwing a tantrum? I slowly peeked up from my arms. He stood where he was before, looking down and away. He looked like he was in so much pain. I felt bad for him. I actually felt bad. I couldn't help it. "I'm so sorry" he repeated as He slowly backed away and slumped against the wall across from where I was. Don't do it, Julia, he's a psychopath. Don't go over. Just leave. Leave now.

I slowly stood up from where I was a made my way to Pete. I slid down the wall and sat myself next to him. He didn't look up, he continued to stare at the ground. 

"its okay" I finally said. He looked up into my eyes. He looked as if he was about to cry. Suddenly something on my arm caught his attention.

"your bleeding"

I looked down at my arm to see a trail of blood on my forearm coming from a price of glass embedded in my flesh.

"its fine" I said "its small if doesn't even hurt" I grabbed the glass I pulled it out. It stung a bit but I tried not to show it. "see?" 

"Julia?"

"ya?"

"I. I think I'm falling for you"