His Name Is Wentz [REWRITE]

Chapter 24

[Ah I put this off so long.  I'm sorry guys]

"I'm on my way out" I said to Pete through the phone.  I piled up some paperwork. 

"Okay, Sorry for being so paranoid lately baby, you were right"

"It's okay.  I know you were just trying to protect me"

"See you in a minute"

"Mhm.  Bye" I ended the call and piled the paperwork into my bag.  I couldn't wait to get home.  I'd been getting weirded out by this place lately.  I looped my bag onto my shoulder grabbing my keys and my phone and left my office shutting the lights off.  I ran my hands sleepily through my hair and sighed as I walked down the hall.  My phone buzzed in my pocket.  I pulled it out staring at the call from Brendon.

"Hey" I said answering.

"Hey best friend.  How was work?"

"Tiring"

"Oh, are you leaving-" Someone grabbed my arm.  The phone dropped from my hand.  Whoever it was covered my mouth but I let out a scream before he did.  I watched Brendon end the phone call and I knew exactly who he was calling.  They dragged me backwards.  I tried to scream but it was lost in their hand.  They grabbed my hair and pulled me back more.  Fuck.  Fuck.  I tried to yell Petes name but I couldn't.  The lights flicked on.  I was shoved against a wall.  My hear raced in my chest.  I looked at him.  Fuck.  No.  Really?  He moved his hand.

"Peter was right about you" I said to my boss.  He grabbed me by the neck. 

"Shut up" he hissed "I'll make this fucking quick" He unzipped my pants.  My eyes went wide.  I tried to kick him in the balls but he grabbed my leg.  So I used my free hand to punch him hard across the face.  I zipped my pants up and ran straight from the office throwing things in his way.  He jumped and grabbed my leg sending us both to the ground.  I kicked him in the nose.  He yelled out and pulled off of me.  I slammed my fist against his jaw and stood up.  I kicked his head.  Someone grabbed my arms which made me scream again.  I tried to stomp on their foot but they moved their feet back.

"Baby, calm down!" Pete yelled.  Two of the guys he usually had protect him lifted my boss up on the ground.  I took deep breaths to calm myself. 

"Most of the damage was done to him, sir" the one said.

"Baby are you okay?"

"He tried to touch me he pulled my zipper down" I sobbed "Peter he tried to touch me"

"No I didn't!" My boss yelled.  I cried harder and his my head in Petes neck.  He hugged me tightly.

"You're lucky, fucking lucky as hell.  I'd run you over with my damn car if I could" Pete said angrily.

"You're too much of a pussy" He said laughing.  Pete tried to go at him but I stopped him.  I hugged him tighter sobbing more. 

"If he wasn't in my arms right now" Pete growled. "Get him the fuck away from my fiancé"

"You were right" I whimpered.  Why was I crying?  "You were right"

"It'll be okay" he whispered.  The two walked my boss out of the building.  "Baby it's okay"

"You were right" I whimpered. 

"Lets go home.  Can you walk?" I sobbed some more not answering him.  He sighed and lifted me bridal style.  I cried in his neck "My baby, I'm so sorry" he kissed my forehead.
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I ignored it.  And that scared Pete.  I didn't get mad or upset.  I just ignored it.  He knew a normal person would react to this.  But I knew how to ignore things that hurt me.  The only thing that ever hurt me and I couldn't ignore was Pete.  I had my earbuds in listening to Queen.  Pete was at work so I didn't want to hear the silence.  I wasn't allowed at work until my boss was found guilty or fired.  Pete wanted to fire him.  But he had no reason to and unless he was found guilty, my boss was still there.  I grabbed a cup from the cupboard and filled it with water.  Somebody To Love blasted in my ears.  I turned the tap off and drained the water down my throat.  I felt sick to my stomach constantly.  I hadn't eaten in a while.  Someone touched my shoulder.  I turned around ramming my fist into their jaw.  Pete recoiled backwards.

"Shit" I pulled the buds from my ears "Oh my god I'm so sorry baby" I grabbed his hands pulling them off his jaw.  I looked at the bruised spot "Oh my god.  You dumbass why would you sneak up on me like that!?"

"I called your name" He said.  He flexed his jaw "Ow, fuck" I looked at him sadly.  He sighed.  "Your skittish because of what happened-"

"No, you just don't sneak up on someone like that" I said getting defensive "Jesus, not everything has to so with what happened"

"Patrick-"

"I'm tired" I said grabbing my earbuds "I'm going to bed, I'll see you when your shifts over" I started to walk away but he grabbed my arm.  He pulled me back to him and hugged me tightly.  "I love you" I mumbled hugging back.

"I know you do" he whispered "I love you too"

"I'm okay"

"That's just it Patrick you're not" [AN: now is not the time for an MCR reference but Ik you'll make it anyway so; WELL IF YOU WANTED HONESTY] "You act like it but you're not"

"I'm fine" I pulled away from him "Don't tell me how I fucking feel, I am fine. Go back to work" I snapped.

"Patrick, you're allowed to be scared" he said when I had my back turned.

"I'm not scared!" I yelled. He stared at me emotionlessly. "I'm not!"

"You almost got raped-"

"Fuck off! Stop saying it! Fuck you!" I screamed. I shook a little bit "I'm fine! Leave me alone!"

"Patrick, stop yelling" he said gently. I grabbed him by his shirt "Patrick, you need to calm down"

"Fuck you" I said through my gritted teeth.

"Calm down!" he barked loudly. His voice echoed through the house. The walls even shook a little. "You can admit you're afraid. Please, admit you're afraid Patrick" I pushed him away and stormed off. Afraid? No. I'm fine. I'm always fine.