I'm Just Passing The Time (Peterick Stripper AU)

Can't Take The Kid From The Fight

The noise continued. I wanted to back up and warn whoever it was, but I had my friends and Patrick to worry about. I kept my gun on Jaime, unsure what to really do.

"I'd move." Mike grinned wickedly, flickering his eyes between Jaime and I. He spoke softly, barely above a whisper.

Before I could say anything, Mike was running at me, covering my mouth with his hand and twisting my arm back. I let out a muffled cry as a pain shot through my arm, causing me to drop my gun to the floor with a clatter.

"Who's there?" Frank's voice demanded.

Shit. I tried to yell a muffled warning through Mike's hand, but he just twisted my arm further, making me scrunch my eyes closed in distress.

I heard Patrick squeak softly. I opened my eyes and saw the knife pushed closer to his neck, a small trail of blood trickling down. Vic was in his ear, shushing him, sweetly.

"SPEAK." Frank's voice yelled. He sounded about halfway down the stairs.

"Remember my order." Vic said lowly, turning his attention to Jaime. Jaime nodded, moving his position towards the doorway. Mike began forcing me over to the bar. Vic smirked in the direction of the door. "Care to join us, Frank?"

I was moved from my original position, now facing the door with my arm still held behind me. I wanted to warn Frank, but I had been caught off guard and apprehended. I could hear his hurried footsteps and I could see Jaime holding the barrel of his gun, ready to strike the same way he had with Ryan.

"One noise and I break your arm..." Mike threatened lowly in my ear.

I did nothing but turn my head in Patrick's direction. There was fear in his usually confident eyes. He kept his lips pressed tightly closed, but his eyes kept flickering to the back room.

"Who all is in there?" Frank asked. He sounded just out of sight, definitely completely down the stairs.

"Just friends." Vic replied, cooly.

I could hear Frank's cautious footsteps inching closer still to the doorway. Jaime was tightening his grip on his gun with the sounds of Frank's steps.

"A party, for me?" Frank laughed. His face finally came into view, darting over the scene that he could see. His gun pointed at Mike, immediately. "Maybe you should let my friend go."

"Maybe you should try not to drool on the floor." Mike smirked back.

Before Frank could even question his statement, he had already stepped foot into the room. Jaime took his opportunity and brought the gun's handle against his head, successfully dropping him to the floor. Vic smiled wickedly at the unconscious figure.

"Great. Now, get these in the back room." Vic shoved Patrick to the ground as he spoke, causing Patrick to trip and land on his arm. Patrick cried out in pain, gripping his arm and shutting his eyes tightly.

"With pleasure." Mike laughed, pushing me towards the back room that the strippers fell back to. I fought against him, despite the pain from him twisting my arm, to try and get to Patrick. Mike easily bested me, however, and I was thrown into the room. I was quickly followed by Brendon, his still unconscious stripper, and Spencer before Patrick was pushed in.

I rushed over to him, holding him tightly before I realized what a bad idea that was. "Oh, oh shit! Patrick, I'm so sorry..."

Patrick just scrunched his eyes in pain, nodding vigorously. "It-It's fine yuex whiskey..." He opened his eyes and looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes. "Thank you..."

I smiled in response. "Where does it hurt?"

"Everywhere... But my arm..." He held it out, wincing slightly. It was bruised and cut, but it was hard to tell any further damage.

"I'm just glad you're alive..." I sighed in relief.

"Je suis tellement contente que tu sois pour moi..." He responded quietly. He held his arm across his midtorso as I looked him over. Every small scar fueled the fire of my rage towards Vic. How could someone do this to another human? Especially one that's never hurt you.

"My Hershey kiss, please..." Brendon's voice was shakey as I looked over to where he was. He was sitting on a bed with his stripper's head in his lap. Brendon stroked his brown hair out of his face with care. "We can still make it out, Ryan... Just be okay..."

Ryan groaned just slightly, tilting his head further into Brendon's lap. Brendon laughed happily, tears trailing down his cheeks. "You'll be okay..." He laughed, smiling down at the boy.

Patrick perked up. "Miss Hals and that new boy." He said, looking around. "They were back here."

"This is where they hid." Spencer nodded, "Where'd they go?"

"Miss Hals?" Patrick called out softly, "Il est nous!"

There was no response at first. Then the wall paneling, behind the bed that Brendon and his stripper were on, began to wiggle. Spencer hurried over and pulled it away from the wall, revealing the shaking bodies. The girl came out first, looking at Patrick worriedly.

"Oh, punk, what did they do to you?" She hurried over, careful not to touch him. The other boy came out more cautiously. He pushed back his brown hair and stayed against the wall. Miss Hals turned back to him and coaxed him over softly. "It's alright, Reckless. These are friends."

"Wait, you guys just have hidden wall panels?" I asked, looking over at where the two had emerged in disbelief.

"An illegal, underground gay strip club and this is the thing he questions." Spencer chuckled.

"It's for our safety in case of a police raid." Miss Hals explained, ignoring Spencer. "There's one that should lead to the building next door, but it's blocked off."

"What's going on?" The one Miss Hals referred to as Reckless spoke up, "Are we gunna die?"

"No, sugar, shh." Miss Hals soothed the boy, "We'll be fine."

Brendon let out a squeal, making everyone turn to him. Ryan was sitting up, dazed, and being held tightly by Brendon.

"Mister Brendon?.. My head hurts..." Ryan blinked in confusion at the room around him, "Pourquoi sommes nous ici?"

"Because this is where they threw us..." Brendon said, pulling away from the stripper and checking his head. "At least we're safe for the time being..."

"But how long?" Spencer asked with worry in his tone.

"They still have Frank." Patrick realized quietly, looking around the room.

He was right. Frank was absent from the group in the small room. I turned to try to open the door, but the knob was stuck. I tugged against it, but it did no good.

"LET US GO!" I yelled, banging against the door.

"Oh yea, that'll help." Spencer rolled his eyes, walking to a back corner of the room.

"Worth a shot..." Patrick sighed, cradling his arm against his torso.

"What's wrong with these guys?" Reckless asked nervously, "Did they kill Dallon?.."

I shook my head. "He was alive when I saw him up there. As for the bulls, they're just misguided by darkness...Greed...Revenge."

"What a first fucking day..." Reckless mumbled, pushing his fingers through his brown hair.

I pushed my back against the door and slid down. This was pointless. Why couldn't they just let us go? What cops could we tell without incriminating ourselves? There was nothing we could do...

"Yeux whiskey?" I looked up at Patrick's gentile voice. He was crouched next to me with a tilt of his head. "How is your arm? That grip was tight."

I looked down at my arm, not even thinking about it until he had said something. It was extremely red and beginning to lightly bruise. Patrick frowned at it before looking me in the face.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

I shrugged. "My worry for you out beat everything else... What have you done to me?"

He let out a laugh, smiling at me. "Oh, yeux whiskey, I constantly ask myself the same thing..."

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A/N~ I felt really nice so DOUBLE UPLOAD TODAT YAY

~Skittles Out~