Grand Theft Autumn

Chapter 25

A/N: ok guys sorry for the note but this is my favorite chapter from this book that i have written im very proud of it, so please could i get your feedback? it would mean a lot to me :) thanks 

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Pete's POV

I quickly made my way back to the motel, praying that Brendon wasn't up yet. As I raced down the hallway to my room, the door across the hallway opened up. I cursed to myself, and walked faster.

Brendon stepped out of his motel room, wearing a bathrobe. I was almost to my door, but it was useless. Brendon looked down the hallway and saw me, at 7:30 in the morning, fully dressed, and slightly out of breath. His eyes were still half closed, showing that he was pretty much still asleep.

"Pete?" His voice was still raspy from sleep. "What are you doing?" I tried to smile casually, and walked over to my own door.

"Going into my room. What are you doing?" Brendon blinked a few times, but then turned around and went back to his room. Hopefully he would just go back to bed and think that all of this was a dream.

I quickly went back into my room, and shut the door. I pulled the papers out of my pocket, and looked at them. I put the picture by my suitcase, and I looked at my instructions. They were written on a yellow notepad paper, and Natasha's handwriting was quite good. It wasn't too long, steps wise, but very detailed.

You will get the drugs from me (It will just be a plastic bag. For your sake don't go through the bag), and head into the building. You will walk in through the front door. There will probably three to four men standing around, smoking. Ask for Kenny, say you have something for him. If anyone He will have black hair, and really scarred up hands. Don't make eye contact with anyone.

Kenny will go to do something (don't ask), and order you to stay where you are. I will come to get you after distracting K.

This is the part that confused me. Who was K? Why would Natasha only be distracting him, and not everyone?

What the hell was Kenny going to do?

Actually, no. I don't want to know (I kind of do. But I don't.). I put down the paper. It may be easier to look over it when Natasha is here.

For now, I have seven hours to kill. And the bed looks pretty appealing right now. I sent a quick text to Brendon, telling him that my door was unlocked and whenever he wanted to go do something, to come and wake me up.

It was risky, leaving my door unlocked, but I didn't sleep all of last night, so I have lost all will to care at this point.

Without bothering to change out of my jeans and t-shirt, I climbed into bed, and fell asleep.

I was in a white room. Everything was a bright white light, and I had to give my eyes a minute to adjust. There was a person, sitting on the floor in front of me.

"Pete," It was Patrick. He was sitting in front of me, with his big blue-green eyes. "Pete, come here," His voice was smooth, so I walked over to him. He smiled at me while I sat down on the floor next to him.

"Patrick," I said, relieved. I moved over so I was sitting right next to him, facing him. Patrick had a smile on his face, and he looked relaxed. His hair was still bleached, but his bruises were gone, and he looked like he had eaten a full meal.

Patrick grabbed my hands softly, looking into my eyes. I felt relaxed, more than I have ever been in a while.

"Pat? What is-" Patrick shut me up by kissing me. I was startled for a few moments not expecting it, but melted into the kiss. Patrick was confident in what he was doing, kissing me deeply. His lips were soft, and he tasted like... Patrick. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Patrick bit lightly at my lips, and I moaned into his mouth softly, allowing him entrance. Patrick's hands were all over my body, and he kept kissing me-

Bang.

I felt something wet on my pants, and Patrick slightly pulled away from the kiss. I opened my eyes slowly, to see Patrick's eyes wide with shock, and his mouth open slightly. I pulled away even more, and that was when I noticed the blood. It was on Patrick's shirt, and it was dripping onto my pants.

Bang. Bang, bang, bang.

More holes appeared in his body, all of them releasing their own little waterfall of blood. Patrick's eyes were growing cloudy, and I started to panic.

"No, no, Patrick, no!" I cried, grabbing Patrick. His eyes slowly focused on me, and his mouth moved, but no words came out.

He was mouthing something. "What is it baby, Patrick?" I asked desperately. I tried to press my hands on the bullet holes, but there were too many, and he was losing blood way too quickly. "No, no, no, stay with me."

"I... Love... You," His voice was barely above a whisper, like every word hurt him to say.

Bang.

A spout of red came from his forehead, and Patrick's eyes rolled backwards into his head. I screamed loudly, holding him in my hands. I could hear a chuckle behind us, from where the gunshots came from.

There, stood a bald man. He had a scar against his face, and a disgusting smile. He was holding a gun in his right hand.

"Pete..." He said softly. I held Patrick's body closer to my chest. "Pete, I am coming to get you." He lifted his gun until it was aimed at my head. I shut my eyes, and held Patrick.

"Patrick, I love you too," I mumbled into his hair which was being matted down by the blood. So much blood.

"Pete. Pete!" The man started screaming. I flinched at the screams, but continued to focus on Patrick, whose body was growing colder. "Pete!" He pulled the trigger, and the last thing I heard was the gunshot.

"Pete! Wake the hell up, man!" I opened my eyes quickly, and shot up in my bed. My t-shirt was soaking wet from sweat, and not that I would ever admit it, but there were tears on my face.

Brendon stood at the side of my bed, looking alarmed. He was fully dressed, a contrast to the bathrobe which I am pretty sure he was naked under.

I let out a little sigh of relief when I realized that it was a dream. Patrick was okay, for now. At least to my knowledge.

I blushed a little, thinking of our kiss. Damn. I was in deep. I glanced over at Brendon, who was looking at me like I was about to drop over dead at any moment.

"Pete, are you okay?" He asked, and sat himself down on the bed. I moved over so he could get comfortable. I nodded.

"Yeah, just a bad dream. What time is it?" Brendon obviously didn't believe me judging by the look on his face.

"9. Pete, that was more than a bad dream. You were screaming, and crying. You said Patrick's name a lot, and no. What happened?" I winced.

"Nothing. I am sorry if I bothered you, Brendon. Just give me a few minutes and I will get changed. We can-" I tried to change the subject, while climbing out of bed, but Brendon grabbed my hand.

"Nope. You are going to sit your ass down, and tell me what happened in your dream so I can overanalyze the shit out of it." I chuckled at Brendon's choice of words, but shook my head, and removed my hand from Brendon's grasp.

"No need. I already know what it is telling me." I kind of did.

I needed to save Patrick as soon as I could.