Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die!

Chapter Eleven - Misery Business Part Two

(Patrick's Point Of View)

I am laying on the bed crying my heart out, handcuffed to the head board struggling to get them off, but that's not doing much good. I don't want to feel like I'm alive right now. I just want to disappear from this world, I want to die.

Pete runs into the room and stands there speechless, "Pete, don't look at me." I turn my body so I don't see him, my back to him.

"Patrick, what happened!"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Patrick, please." He takes the handcuffs off somehow and goes to the other side of the bed and kneels down looking at me holding my hands.

"I-I can't."

"It's okay, I won't judge you. I'm here for you."

I just look at him and he knows instantly what happened, "It will be okay baby. It will be okay."

"I kind of deserved it though."

"Patrick, babe. Please quit thinking that way. None of this is your fault, you don't deserve this to happen to you." Tears are filling Pete's eyes.

I sit up very painfully and embrace him in a hug and cry into his shoulder, "This is why I love you so damn much Pete."

"I will always be here for you." He lifts my head off his shoulder, wipes the tears off my face with his thumb, "Always." He kisses me, I kiss back, "Now lets get you cleaned up." He stands up taking my hand and carefully leads me to the bathroom.

I painfully take my blood filled clothes off while Pete turns the shower on, "Uh, Pete? May you help me take my pants off? I'm not trying to be perverted, but it hurts to much to bend over and...yeah." I turn red.

He turns around from the shower and smiles, "Sure and I wasn't thinking pervertedly," his smiles fades, "Considering what you just went through." He goes over to me and helps me out of my pants and boxers.

"Thanks." I smile and get into the shower.

"I'll be right here if you need me." He shouts walking out of the bathroom.

I finish my shower cleaning all of the blood off, but I am still bleeding out of my rectum. I sigh, getting out. I dry myself off and put the clothes Pete put out for me. I walk out of the bathroom finding Pete put new sheets on the bed, "I'm sorry." I go over to help him.

"Sorry for what?" He smiles.

"For ruining your sheets."

"I already said, it wasn't your fault." We finish putting the bed up in silence. I didn't want to argue.


I go downstairs and walk over to the couch to sit down, but there is a knock in the door. I walk over to answer it. What if it's Elisa again? I shiver at the thought. I answer it anyway and find Brendon standing there, I sigh in relief, "Hi." I say with a half-smile.

"You're not Pete. May I come in?"

"Uh, yeah." I open the door and get out of the way, he walks in as I close the door. I sit down on the couch like I planned turning the T.V. on.

"What are you doing here Patrick?" He sits next to me smiling.

"I uh...I can't...I can't say." I look away from him tears forming in my eyes again.

"Oh I see, you and Pete...you know." He nudges me on my arm, I wince.

"Ow."

"That couldn't have hurt."

"It did."

"I'm sorry dude I didn't mean to."

"It's okay and no me and Pete didn't do...you know," my voice get lower to a whisper, "Something bad happened."

"Do you want to talk about? I'm here for you. I understand if you don't want to though."

"I-I'm not comfortable talking about it." Brendon just smiles at me.

Pete then walks in, "Hey Brendon." he sits on the other side of me, "What are you doing here by the way?" Pete asks.

"I just came over here to visit is all, but I see you already have company." Brendon replies.

"I'm not much." I say quietly.

Pete puts his hand on my arm not meaning to pull my sleeve up exposing my bruises, "Yes you are Patrick. What if she-" starts saying, but cuts himself off realizing Brendon is here.

"What if who?" Brendon looks at me arm, "Patrick what happened?"

"I-I uh I fell." I lie.

"Falling won't cause that much bruises or would they look that bad." His face is deep with concern.

"You really want to know?"

"Yes, I need to know what happened Patrick. I care about you."

I sigh, "Well you see..." I explain to him everything that happened. I was expecting for him to say a smart-alec comment or laugh, but he didn't.

"Damn. I'm sorry Patrick." He carefully hugs me. I look at Pete and holy smokes if looks could kill, Brendon would be dead. What's up with him?

"Well if I didn't say I wanted a divorce, I kind of deserved it."

"Now why would you deserve getting raped? No one does. Patrick, you didn't deserve anything she has done to you. She won't hurt you no longer because you have me, us." He looks at Pete and his face turns from concern to fear. That makes me laugh a little.

"Yay! Patrick is laughing! A little." Brendon exclaims. I just roll my eyes at him, "What?"

"Nothing. Just you. That's all I need to say." He gives me the weirdest look then shrugs. I laugh again, "What the hell Brendon! Quit making me laugh! I want to be misterable!"

"Isn't that a good thing to laugh?"

"Yes, but," I look at Pete and his death glare is gone and is laughing under his breathe, thank goodness, "I don't know." Brendon sits on my lap and oddly I am not in pain, "Really?"

"Riley!"

"Riley?"

"Yes, Riley."

"Who's Riley?"

"I don't know. Little Jimmy is who."

I burst into laughter, "Who the hell is Little Jimmy?"

Brendon shrugs getting that weird look on his face again, then it turns to concern looking down, "Ew, Patrick is bleeding!"

"What!" I look down and there is blood covering Brendon's and my pants. I thought I would stop bleeinng eventually, "I'm sorry. Your couch is ruined now." I look away ashamed.

"Dude, it's okay. I was just kidding I didn't mean to offend you"

"Who cares about the damn couch, Patrick, I think you need to go to the hospital. She probably did severe damage to you." Pete mentions.

"Yeah probably."

"And report her to the police. She can't get away with it." Pete adds.

"Yeah your right."

"Lets go then!" Brendon exclaims getting off my lap and practically dragging me to his car holding my hand.

Brendon gets in starting the car and I stand outside the door on the passengers side hesitating to get in, "But my blood..."

"Just get in. I don't care about my car, it's you I love and care about."