Story Of My Life (Book Three in the Peterick Mpreg Series)

White Walls (Emily's POV)

"No!" I screamed. "Don't fucking touch me again!"
"Shut up!" someone said as they smacked me.
"Where are Pete and Patrick?!" I screamed.
"God, you're like you're just like Pete," they said. "Now get the hell up."
"Why should I listen to you?!" I shouted.
"Emily! Just do what they say! I don't want you getting hurt even more!" Joe said.
"Emily, please!" Andy said.




I sighed and then got up, well I was more pulled up by the person, and not gently either. They gripped my shoulder tightly, surly to leave a bruise, and then pulled me out of the room.




"Ow!" I shouted. "God! Where the hell are you taking me?!"
"You'd better learn to shut your mouth before something bad happens!" they said.
"Fuck you!" I shouted as I glanced back.




I saw Pete sneaking up behind us, very quietly, being sure not to make any noise so the person dragging me wouldn't hear him. As he was within give feet, I turned to the person.




"You know what, you're right," I said. "And if you take these ropes of off my wrists, I promise I will cooperate."
"I'm not buying that shit," they said.
"No seriously, I mean it," I said.
"Don't fucking make me regret this!" they said as they ripped the rope off of me.
"Thank you, now one more thing..." I said as I smirked.




I rested my hand on their shoulder and then, wasting no time, I pushed them against the wall and pinned them there.




"You little bitch!" they shouted.
"I told you you shouldn't trust me," I whispered in their ear. "Also, payback is a bitch!"




I turned them around and grabbed their shirt collar. I planted a punch right in their jaw, making them cry out in pain. After hitting, slapping, and punching them a few more times, Pete came over and pulled me off of them, then he drove a knife through thee chest.




"Daddy!" I shouted as he dropped the knife.
"Oh my god, Em! Are you ok?! What'd they do to you?!" Pete asked as he hugged me tightly.
"I just remember being hit and slapped, punched and kicked, and then something else that I don't want to talk about," I said as I started to cry.
"You don't have to talk about it now, but I hope you'll tell Patrick and I soon," he said as he hugged me tighter.
"Where's Patrick?" I asked.
"Just down the hall," he said. "Come on."
"Wait, I want to see who this is," I said as I let go of Pete and walked over to the person who now laid there, dead.




I grabbed their mask and hesitantly pulled it off.




"No fucking way," Pete said.
"You know who it is?" I asked.
"Yeah, he was an old friend of Brendon and Spencer. His name is Brent," Pete said. "He was always a fucking cock sucking asshole."
"Pete!" we both heard Patrick shout from down the hall.




Pete and I exchanged looks and the ran down the hall. I could tell Pete was in a lot of pain, but he wasn't letting that stop him. Once we got to where we heard the scream, Patrick wasn't there anymore.




"No no no," Pete said as he ran his shaky hands through his hair. "Not again."
"Where's Patrick?!" I asked.
"They fucking took him again!" Pete shouted. "We have to go find him!"
"Please, can we get everyone else too? If this guy is as powerful as he seems, we're going to need backup!" I said.