Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die!

Chapter Forty Seven - From The Problems

(Patrick's Point Of View)

"You seriously can't make him choose." Brendon says.

"Yes I can!" Pete yells. Brendon just rolls his eyes.

"Wait, where's Mona?" I ask.

"She's with Dallon. She's doong fine." Brendon replies smiling. Well, that releaves some stress.

"Who fucking cares!"

"Holy smokes Pete! Now that is crossing the line."

"Okay, okay I'm sorry."

"You basically just said "I don't care about our daughter and is worried about a question that I already know the answer to". And don't say you didn't.

"I didn't though."

"I agree with Patrick." Brendon says.

"Oh shut the fuck up douche bag."

"Pete, he isn't being a douche bag. You are."

"You shut up too," He slaps me across the face, "Pussy."

"Pete..." I rub my face looking at him with a scared and angry expression.

"Pete calm down!" Brendon exclaims putting his hands on his shoulders.

"Why are you so worried over a question that you already know the answer to? That makes no sense to me." I say.

"You're right." Pete sighs.

"Or does he? Do you even Brendon?"

"Yes I do and this whole fucking shenanigan isn't what I came here for. I don't even care about the question. I was going to leave until he slapped you." Brendon leaves the room.

"Pete, explain to me why the hell you felt it was necessary to slap me in the first place?"

"I-I don't know..."

"And why you think I would choose Brendon? I mean come on-" I cut off to another slap to the face, "Seriously!"

"Yes." He slaps me again.

"You know what!"

"What?" He slaps me again.

"You should just grow a pair because it seems everyone has moved on from something that happened almost a year ago!"

"Oh you didn't just say that..." Pete punches me square in the jaw causing me fall on my butt.

I stand up rubbing my jaw, "I didn't realize I was in an abusive relationship nor married to a cry baby."

"Oh so all because I'm hitting you now means abusive. You're funny Patrick." He punches me in the left eye, but I didn't fall back this time surprisingly, "And I'm not a cry baby."

"Oh really! Look at how your acting right now and if there is any physical or emotional harm in a relationship, therefore, it is an abusive relationship."

"Why don't you just shut up." An evil smirk forms across his lips and slaps me again.

"Maybe choosing you was a bad idea, I want the man I love back, not this psychopath." With that I run out of the room.

"Get back here pussy!" He yells after me.

I run as fast as I can to Dallon's room. Thank God it's only three doors down. I knock on it rapidly, yelling, "Let me in!" I look back at our room and see Pete running out from it and towards me, "Open it!" My heat is pounding and my hands are sweating.

"I'm coming! Geez!" Dallon opens the door and I run in and shut the door literally in Pete's face. I back away from the door trembling with my hands to my face.

"Get back here pussy! I'm not done with you!"

"Uncle Dallon? Who's here?" Mona asks from somewhere.

I collapse on the ground and put my knees up to my chest, crying into my knees.

"It's your Dad sweetie!" Dallon answers. He sits down next to me putting a comforting arm around me, "What happened Patrick?"

"P-Pete s-started to h-hit m-me for no r-reason." I stutter.

"It will be okay. Come on," He picks me up, "I am pretty sure that cold floor is uncomfortable."

I just smile at him.

"Dad!" Mona exclaims running to me and hugging me, "Can we go back to our room?"

"We can't Mona, uh, Pete and I are kind of fighting."

"So, that's how you got the black eye? Pete would never hit you."

"Yeah, he did."

"I'm guessing that's him banging on the door yelling?"

I nod and let go of Mona and sits down. She sits down next to me.

"Whoa," Brendon walks in from his room, "What the hell happened to you?"

"Pete happened." I reply.

"I knew I should've stayed."

"No, you're fine. It's fine. He will be himself in the morning, he didn't mean it."

"I hope so, I can't stand seeing you like this." He goes in the kitchen.

"Patrick, your eye is pretty bad, here," Dallon hands me an ice pack.

"Thanks." I smile and hold it to my eye.

"No problem. Oh and if you get tired, the couch turns into a bed. Well, goodnight." He says going into his room.

"Night." Mona and I say at the same time, "Jinks!" We say again.

"So, were these two hooligans good to you?" I chuckle.

"Yes, of course!" She gets up from the couch walking to the kitchen.

"Okay just making sure." I yawn loudly, "Well I'm tired." I don't bother pulling out the bed, I just lay down and fall asleep instantly. I just hope to God Pete is himself in the morning.