His Name Is Wentz [REWRITE]

Chapter 10

I shuffled out awkwardly with Brendon. Pete stood up. I met his eyes and opened my mouth to say something. What did I wanna say?

"D-did you make the tea?" I asked. Nope, that's not it. Fuck.

"Y-yeah" he mumbled. Dammit, good job Patrick. He handed me a mug.

"Wow look at the time" Ryan said faking a yawn.

"Oh yup, looks about time to go" Brendon said staring at his wrist.

"Bren you're not wearing a watch" I said.

"Anyways, night guys" He grabbed Ryans hand speed walking him out of the apartment. I looked up at Pete again.

"So" I mumbled.

"So what?" he snapped.

"Yikes, tone" He shut his mouth. Clearly, he wasn't good with this. "Sorry" I mumbled.

"For what?" he asked gently.

"Going all psycho and freaking out and crying. I don't do that, like ever. I haven't cried in at least eight years. I'm not sure what that was" His lips formed a tight line "You're not good at talking are you?"

"No, not particularly" He said. I sat down at my kitchen table "D-do you wanna talk?" I put some sugar in my tea stirring it.

"I don't know" I laughed "I don't talk much either"

"Yeah, I've noticed" He watched me stir my tea aimlessly. His hands grabbed mine to stop me. "You're doing things to distract yourself" I let him take my hands off the spoon.

"I tend to" I whispered.

"Well, don't" he said angrily. Jesus, Mr. Bipolar much?

"If you're gonna yell at me for no reason then you can leave" I said "I'm tired, mentally and physically" He frowned at me.

"I'm sorry. I'm not used to this. I don't talk to-"

"Your submissives. Yeah, I got it" I said stirring my tea again. He grabbed my hand.

"Anyone Patrick, I don't really talk to anyone. You realize you're the only person who knows anything about my life right? You and my therapist" I looked up at him. I fought the smile that wanted to fit itself on my face. "I'm used to being controlling and getting my way. But you won't let me be that way"

"Is that good?" I asked.

"I don't know" he admitted. "I have to go to the office. I-I want you to be at my house by six. Thats not a request" He grabbed his phone and stormed out. He was trying. That's what mattered.
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I knocked on his door five minutes before six. He opened it up and waved me in. His phone was against his ear.

"No, I said the documents were to be delivered to Mr. Way" He waited for a second "I said specifically to Mr. Way!" I jumped a little. He shook his head and kissed my forehead. Probably to make up for scaring me. "I have to go, if those documents aren't delivered to Gerard fucking Way by tomorrow morning your ass is fired!" He hung up and tossed his phone on the couch.

"Are you-" he cut me off by smashing his lips against mine. He grabbed my hips pulling me closer. Probably leaving bruises. He pulled away.

"I'm angry, I'm angry with you and with my company. But mostly you"

"What'd I do?" I asked. He shook his head.

"Just go, go to the room and get into the position I told you to"

"What'd I do Peter?"

"Go!" he yelled. I let out a shaky breath. He glared at me until I left the room. I shoved my hands in my pocket nervously. What'd I do? I didn't do shit. I got into the room pulling my clothes off and sitting on the floor into the position he told me to. When he came in he grabbed my hair pulling my head back. He was angry. Very angry. He slammed the door shut.

"Ask me why I'm angry Patrick"

"Why're you angry sir?" I whispered.

"Because you piss me off. You won't let me control you and that pisses me off"

"I-"

"Don't speak!" he yelled pulling my hair back again. I yelled out in pain. What was this? Revenge? For making him feel something? "Stand up!" He yelled. I did. Shakily too. He threw me down onto the bed. It had cuffs on it. Surprise, surprise. He strapped me into those. He grabbed a whip. Fuck, a a whip? He pulled a blindfold over my eyes and tightly tied it over my eyes. He was shaking. I could feel it. With anger maybe? Something else? He pressed his hand to my chest. It was a gentle touch. I gulped. Then, he brought the whip down. Across my fucking chest. I yelled out in pain. "I own you! Don't you get that!" He yelled. I heard his voice crack. He whipped me again. Harder. "I own you" he said. He grabbed my hair as hard as he could. "I wanna own you, why won't you let me?" Own me. "I'm your dominant!" He whipped me again. I screamed.

"Black!" I screamed "Black" I sobbed. He froze "Black, Peter, black" This wasn't sex. This wasn't him being a dominant. This was a punishment. A punishment for confusing him. A punishment for making him feel something other than control and lust.

"Patrick" he whispered.

"Let me go!" I yelled. "Let me out of here!" He uncuffed me letting me go. I stood up and stared at him. He tried to approach me. "No!" I yelled. He froze "This wasn't sex. This wasn't sex at all. This was hatred, and revenge. Just because you feel something more than just domination and control" He stared at me with shock and sadness in his eyes. I picked my clothes up and dressed myself. "I don't want this. I don't want any of this. I wanted you. And that was it. But now? I don't even wanna be near you" He stood up. "Don't touch me!" I yelled. He backed away. "Don't call me, don't text me. Don't do it. Not that I even have a phone anyway" I said.

"Patrick" he said weakly.

"No" I said I ran my fingers through my hair. I let out a breath and tried not to cry. It happened anyway. Of course it did "I love you" I whimpered. He dropped the whip. He stared at me now in complete shock "And if this can't be anything more than, hatred and anger, then I need to move on. I need to end this here"

"You can't love me" He whispered "H-how can you love me?"

"How can you love me?" I asked. He froze. His mouth dropped open. "How? I can't be loved. And you do"

"I don't" he said "No, and I never will" I laughed.

"Coward!" I yelled. He jumped. I laughed weakly. "I'm done. I'm just done"

"I-"

"Do not speak to me" I said. He closed his mouth "Don't call or text. Not me, not Brendon, not Ryan. I don't ever, wanna see you again. And every time I see the scars on my chest, I'll remember you as this. A man who's too scared to deal with his demons so he beats the shit out of people. Just to get his demons to shut the fuck up" aA tear rolled down his cheek "Goodbye, I love you" I said. I left the room slamming the door shut behind me.
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I got to Brendons in full on tears. I wanted to run in front of a moving car. I knocked as hard as I could on his door. When it took him five minutes I knocked louder and harder. He opened the door quickly. I fell against him crying harder.

"Holy fuck, what happened?" he asked worriedly.

"You were right" I sobbed "I love him. And it blew up right in my face"

"Shit" he whispered.