Baby Perry (Pierce The Veil fan fiction)(Sequel to I Needed You!) *COMPLETED*

Chapter Twelve

*Abigail's point of view*

I take a sip of my Mocha Frappe, looking up at Thomas. He's intensely staring at my tv screen, watching some football game. I reach up, poking his lip piercing. He looks down at me smiling.

"Fascinated?" he asks and I giggle.

"Yes. I want a septum piercing though." I say pointing to the cartilage in the middle of my nose.

"We could ask your dad? I'm sure he wouldn't mind." he says sitting up. I sit up with him, situating myself in front of him.

"I don't know if he'd go for that though. He might I mean, he's got all these tattoos and stuff." I say and he nods.

"Lets go ask him." he says, getting up and pulling me with him. We run downstairs, seeing my dad and uncles sitting on the couches watching the same football game.

"Hey dad?" I ask sitting beside him and pulling Thomas down with me.

"What baby girl?" Dad asks looking over at me.

"I was wondering. Could I get a piercing?" I ask looking up at him.

"Well, what kind of piercing do you want?" he asks shifting in his seat.

"Septum." I say and he sighs.

"You need my permission don't you?" he asks again and I nod. "I guess." he says and I smile.

"Really?" I ask and he nods. I look back to Thomas and he's smiling down at me.

"We'll go get it done tomorrow." dad says and I nod. Thomas and I walk back up to my room, sitting on my bed and sitting in a comfortable silence. His phone buzzes and he grabs it, checking the message quickly.

"I gotta go. I love you Abigail." Thomas days locking his phone and shoving it in his pocket.

"Text me. I love you too Thomas." I say as he slides on his jacket.

"Bye Abby." he says.

"Bye Thomas." I say and he disappears downstairs. I hear him saying bye to the guys and the front door open and close. I lay back on my bed and close my eyes, drifting into a comfortable sleep.

*Thomas' point of view*

I make it into my house, the sound of different voices coming from the living room. I slide my jacket off and lay it on the coat rack. I make my way into the living room to see Dad and Alan smoking.

"Hey Thomas!" Alan yells waving at me. His eyes are bloodshot and his face is flushed.

"Hi." I mumble, walking past them and towards the stairs.

"I made you come home for a reason." Dad calls out, stopping me.

"What is it." I ask, annoyance clear in my voice.

"I want you to clean the kitchen and your room. I also want you to stay away from that girl." he says and I shake my head.

"Its not happening. I love her." I say turning to look at him.

"You're only 15. You don't know what love is." he says.

"Like you know what it is." I say just loud enough for him to hear.

"Don't talk back to me. I am your father and you should respect me." he snarls and walks towards me.

"I-I'm sorry.." I mumble, backing away. He picks up the picture of me and him when I was ten and throws it. It lands beside my head, glass shattering from the picture frame and hitting my cheek. I yelp in pain, grabbing at my cheek, only to be pricked and cut with the glass. He looks down at me before turning and going back to Alan. I hold back my sobs, running upstairs to my room and slamming my door, locking it.

I walk into my bathroom and look at my face, blood dripping down. Luckily, it missed my eye and ear. I pull out the pieces of glass lodged in my cheek, and quickly wipe away the blood. I apply a little ointment and just leave it.

The sobs leave my lips as I turn on music and let it flow through my room. I walk to my dresser, searching through all of my dressers until I find what I was looking for. I slide down my wall until my butt hits the floor and hold the end of the pistol to my head. My hands shake and I move it to the bottom of my jaw as another sob racks my body. My hands shake and I move it back to my forehead, letting my finger rest on the trigger. I hear my computer ding and Abigail's face pops up, as I had it set up to where it automatically answers on Skype. My computer is in just the right spot that she can see me. Her hands fly to her mouth and I sob more.

"Thomas!" she screams, tears flowing from her eyes. I shake my head, closing my eyes and rocking back and forth.

I'm tired of the way he treats me. I'm tired of him throwing me around. I'm tired of living my life as his rag doll. I have nobody else to live with. My mom died in a car accident four years ago and he's heart broken over her and Faith.

My bedroom door opens and I hear a gasp. I open my eyes, looking up to see Tino and dad standing there. Dad looks at me, tears running down his face. I look back to the computer screen and Abigail is full on sobbing. The music is turned off and I move farther away from the two people standing in my room.

"Thomas. Please, put the gun down." Abigail begs. I shake my head, sobbing again. I push the barrel farther into my forehead, it's sure enough to leave a mark.

"Please. Thomas, put the gun down." Dad begs too, walking closer.

"M-Move closer and I-I pull the t-trigger.." I croak and he freezes.

"Please don't do it. Please. I love you son and I know I've fucked up. I know I have. Everything's just been hard lately." Dad says and I shake my head again.

"Y-You think its hard for you? T-Try having y-your dad t-throw a glass f-frame at you a-and it shatter a-against your f-face.." I sob and he sighs.

"I know and it was a stupid move. I promise, if you put the gun down, it'll all stop. Everything will be okay." he says, his voice cracking at the end. I slowly put the gun down, setting it on the floor. Dad rushes over, pulling me in a hug and knocking the gun across the floor to Tino. Tino picks it up, carrying it away.

"You're still here. You're okay.." dad whispers and I look to the computer screen. Abigail is smiling and wiping away tears. Tears that I caused.

A/N: Ahhhhhhhhhh! Chapter! Hope you liked it! Also! You should go check out my band imagine blog on Tumblr! It is called band-imagine-blogs.

~Caitlin:)