Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die!

Chapter Twenty Six - The Truth Hurts Worse Than Anything Or Does It?

(Brendon's Point Of View)

"How could you! You mother fucker!." Sarah screaming hitting me, finally she gets off and throws the wedding ring at me, "Brendon we are fucking through!" With that she storms out of the house.

I knew sleeping with Patrick was a bad idea. Not only that, but the rest of the week until oday. He would come to my house or vise versa. Sometime we would do it more than one. The poiunt is, I just lost the love of my life. I am bawling my eyes out. I think it hurts me more that it does her.

I just sit against the wall with bruises on my face, arms, everywhere. I didn't realize she had the streangth. No I am not being sexist and saying girls have none at all. This guilt is going to be the last of me.

The guilt subsides after awhile. I just get this insane look on my face like I want to kill someone. Maybe I do.



(Patrick's Point Of View)

Even though there was and is guilt, I still ended up going back everyday doing what I shouldn't. Today...today Pete comes back home. I am dreading the moment he walks in that door for reasons you should know. Any minute now he's going to walk through that door not knowing anything, not knowing what happened within the past week.

All day I am just tapping my feet and hands or pacing. Would he just hurry up? Then, it finally happened. Pete walks in the house with a huge smile on his face.

"Hey babe! I'm home!" He sets his stuff down on the couch, walks over to me and kisses me...I still taste Brendon on my lips. "I've got something for you while I was gone." He goes over to the couch and takes out something from a bag and walks back to me. "It's nothing much, but it reminded me of you. Well us. I made it specially made actually." Pete hands me the object.

I open it and there are two shirts. One says "He's my Petey Pie" with an arrow pointing right and the other says "He's my Patty Cakes" with an arrow pointing left. My heart drops, I can't hide in this guilt anymore.

"Pete I can't take these. It is a wonderful thought, but I can't I don't deserve them." I claim handing them back.

"What? You don't let it?"

"Oh I love it, but I don't deserve them. Pete I have done something terrible."

"Patrick? What are you talking about?" At this point water starts filling my eyes.

"I think this will explain it..." I start to sing.



"It was electric from the moment they crossed paths
Actively attracted, but attempted to walk past
Temptation makes impatient impulses pump through married men
So just stop breathe count to three
Is he worth it?
Whatever this is it doesn't feel right
Baby, think about your kid
I'm not putting up a fight
We could make love tonight
But I'm gunna hate yourslef in the morning light

So just stop breathe count to three
Get your head right like
I put the I in lie
Cause I'm a cheat
And baby bang bang, kiss kiss
You and I got to put an end to this
We cheat
I'm a cheat
If you're unfaithful put your hands in the air
Like you're under arrest, with a guily concience
Stick em up if you've got a guilty concience

He married young
It was a mistake
He has a son
Reluctant father; He upped and walked away
He meets a man who causes him company likes he's craving his
But honey if it seems too good to be true
Guess what? he probably is
Whatever this is it doesn't feel right

So just stop breathe count to three
Get your head right
I put the I in lie
Cause I'm a cheat
And baby bang bang, kiss kiss
You and I got to put an end to this
We cheat
I'm a cheat
If you're unfaithful put your hands in the air
Like you're under arrest, with a guily concience
Stick em up if you've got a guilty concience

And it's just lust
Nothing to write home about
It's just trust
Nothing to mess around with
It might've felt good for a minute
But admit to yourself it ain't right
When you're sleeping with your lover
But you're living with your husband
Whatever this is
I'm not putting up a fight

I put the I in lie
Cause I'm a cheat
And baby bang bang, kiss kiss
You and I got to put an end to this
We cheat
I'm a cheat
If you're unfaithful get your hands in the air
Like you're under arrest, with a guilty concience
Stick em up if you've got a guilty concience

Did you sell yourself out?

They lay together in the slient aftermath
Butterflies subside but they can never look back"



I finish with tears falling down my face and going on my knees, "I am so sorry Pete."

He runs to me and kneels down and hugs me, "Patrick, it's alright!"

"Pete, you aren't mad at me?"

"No because you are honest."

"But...but I did a terrible thing. I cheated on you. It shows you can't trust me."

"Patrick, you were a man about it and not a coward by telling me. That shows trust to me. I love you regardless."

"But..." I just let my tears flow and wail in Pete's shoulder, my words muffled, "Pete I'm sorry. I will never forgive myself for this. I can't live with myself." I grip onto his jacket tightly.

"Sh, everything will be okay." He says with a calming voice rubbing my back.

"Well, it's not." I lift my head off his shoulder and look deeply into his eyes and all I see is nothing but doubt. Pain. Misery. Anger. Anything you can thing of. I will never be able to undo my life. I wish there was a reset button.

"Y-you aren't mad at me? You aren't going to yell at me?"

"No because it would just make yourself feel worse over the situation. I'm lttle dissappointed, but it is what it is. Just one question, who exactly did you...you know...sleep with?" I was hoping he wasn't going to ask this.

"Does it matter? I mean...I still did what I did and that someone doesn't make it that much better or worse." I stand up from the ground and starts walking away, but Pete grabs my leg.

"Yeah you're right." He gets up and hugs me from behind burrying his head in my shoulder, "It still doesn't mean I love you with all my heart Patty Cakes."

I sigh and just stand there as I look at the both of us through the mirror. Why isn't Pete mad? That is terribly worrisome. That isn't even natural for someone to be okay with it. He is making no sense to me. Maybe he understands me. That is why you should never question Pete Wentz. Correction Pete Stump.

After awhile my guilt disappears, a wicked smirk forms across my lips.