Adrenaline Sisters: Raise the White Flag

Chapter 7: I Said I Love You and I Swear I Still Do

||First Person||Revolution||

Patrick was back.

I hate him— I hate him with every single fiber of my being, but I can't tell if I hate him more than Mr. Platinum Blonde Pete Wentz. Patrick abandoned my sister two years ago; he abandoned his infant daughter two years ago. I don't know exactly what happened to him in the span of those two years, but the only logical explanation for why he thinks it appropriate to return to us would be that he suffered some serious kind of brain damage (which was never very far fetched before he even left). I remember when we first met him— he was in a trance and he tried to kill my sister (for the first time, out of numerous other altercations).

I was angry with him, but I never expected my heart to be filled with so much contempt for one single person until he murdered Joe in front of me. He never thought that he was a danger to our group until he knocked up my sister in the middle of a fucking war between what's left of the government and the Killjoys and Youngbloods. He has no sense of responsibility, lacks a moral compass, and some how manages to expect us all to welcome him back with open arms after the shit show he put all of us through. It's a miracle that I haven't tackled him to the ground and punched him in the jaw just yet.

Gerard, being the natural mediator that he is, decided that Patrick could sleep over for the night and then we would decide what to do with everything in the morning. This, of course, was an idea that rivaled my sister's, Pete's, and my own. Despite the argument we had literally minutes before, I can't help but agree with the both of them on the premise that it is a terrible idea for Patrick to sleep at our place, especially with JoJo running around the house, which is why I'm in Party's room trying to change his mind.

"Come on, Gee!" I scoff in annoyance, twisting around and flopping backwards on the bed that's situated across from the one that he was sitting on. He was meditatively fiddling with his weaponry, more specifically his butterfly knife. He was doing some weird tricks with it, his fingers flying quickly as he twirled the weapon in his hands. "You can't be serious about letting him stay with us," I add, shifting on the bed so that my head is resting comfortably on the pillow.

"I am," Party says seriously. "What kind of person would I be if I left him to sleep outside?'

"I don't know, maybe a smart one?" I sigh exasperatingly. "He's psycho!"

"That's not for you to judge." Party pauses his movements, catching his knife and holding it tightly in his fist. He narrows his eyes at me, studying my movements as I push myself up into a cross-legged position on the bed I've taken to. "Plus, he's an old friend."

"He's a sack of shit—" I stop my sentence upon seeing the death glare that Gerard is sending my way, instead settling for another tired sigh of disapproval. "I don't feel safe."

"Come on, Rev, don't bring that stuff." Poison waves his hand dismissively, knowing that I wasn't genuinely concerned for my safety with Patrick around. I'm sure that if I truly was, Patrick would be out of the house before I could even blink, but Party knows I can handle myself just fine. "I'm not looking for a fight right now, you just finished chewing up your sister and Pete an hour ago."

"Well excuse you," I huff in annoyance. "I hate Pete, too. Can he go as well?"
"Nobody's going anywhere." Party states.
"Why not?"
"We need as many people as possible, especially for tomorrow." Gerard flicks his knife closed and tosses it onto his backpack, which lays on the ground a couple of feet away from us. I look at him, alert, and open my mouth to question him.

"Wh—"

"Taking residency on my bed, I see?" I hear Mikey ask around what is probably a smirk, standing somewhere behind me from the sound of it. "Oh no, by all means, you can get comfortable." My mouth snaps shut at the realization that I'm sitting on his bed, his bedding covers tangled beneath me, and he's now stumbled upon me in the act. I look at Gerard with wide and fearful eyes, earning only a chuckle and a head shake from the redhead. I go to slip off of Kobra's bed, feeling the desperate need to get out of the room now that he's entered it. His very presence around me is intoxicating, like the very drug that I'm not allowed to have anymore that once made me feel like I was an infinite being. I feel my stomach coil like it always does, not in craving for the drug I've long since given up, but out of pure nerves.