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

Stronger (Brendon's POV)

So, here I sit, next to some of the others. Who, I don't know, but what I do know is that they're screaming out in pain just as I am. Whoever is behind this is going to wish they hadn't even started this. I won't hesitate to put a bullet through their head if it comes down to that.




"No!" I heard Dallon shout. "Don't touch me again!"
"Dallon! I know you're scared, but it us, Pete and Emily! We're here to get you and everyone else out of here and go rescue Patrick!" Pete said.
"Oh thank god," Dallon said.




In a matter of seconds, I could tell that they had Dallon out, and then after that, I heard them go to everyone else and do the same until they finally got to me.




"Oh my god," I said as they cut the ropes off of me. "Thank you guys so much."
"No problem, but we have to go save Patrick now!" Pete said.




All of us nodded and ran after Pete and Emily, all of us groaning in pain. We didn't let that stop us though. We had to save Patrick and I think that was motivating all of us. Shortly after, we arrived in front of a door.




"Here's Johnny!" Pete shouted as he threw the door open.
"I thought you'd show up here soon," the main person said. "What a nice job you did on my helpers. You figured out one of them, him being Brent."
"Wait, Brent as in our old friend Brent?" I asked.
"Yes," Pete said. "Who was the other one?"
"Oh, I can't tell you, especially someone you woo over. It'd be like throwing a dart through Emily's poor little heart," they said.
"No," Emily said. "Did you fucking corrupt Gerard into doing this to us?!"
"Are you kidding? That's forbidding. Of course I didn't! He did it willingly, and it was done quite chillingly," they said.
"He wouldn't do that," Emily said.
"You think so? He was aglow with the idea," they said.
"No! I refuse to believe it!" Emily shouted.
"Well, what does it matter? With Pete's smatter of a certain subject, Gerard is no more. He couldn't ignore that bore," the person said.
"You killed him?" Emily asked Pete.
"Em, I'm sorry, but yes," Pete said.
"It's fine. Obviously he was in on this, so I'm glad you did," Emily said.
"Oh, such a happy moment," the person said. "But did you forget about Patrick?"




The person walked over to a corner of the room and pushed a wheeled chair towards us. Patrick was sitting in the chair, strapped down. He wasn't blindfolded, so he could see all of us.




"Patrick!" Pete shouted as he ran to Patrick.
"Uh uh uh," the person said as he pulled a knife out from behind his back and held it out in front of Pete, stopping him from getting any closer to Pete.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?! You and your little fucking helpers are fucking insane!" I screamed.
"You want to know what's wrong with me?" the person asked.
"Obviously, since I asked," I said.
"No time to be sarcastic, Urie," they said.
"Who the hell are you?!" Dallon shouted.
"Say one more word, Weekes, and I will end you," they said.
"Show me who you are!" I yelled.
"Here," they said as they lifted their mask off.




Once it was all the way off, my mouth dropped in complete shock, as did Pete, Patrick's, Dallon's, and Spencer's. Emily just stood there, as did Charlie, Joe, and Andy. I want sure if they knew who he was.




"Ryan Ross," I said.
"Hey Brendon," Ryan said.
"You sick mother fucker!" I shouted.
"Do you really want to call me names? I could kill you and your little lover in an instant!" Ryan shouted.
"Go fuck yourself, Ross!" I shouted.




*A/N* Ok, I hate you Emily!!!! It was Ryan. I was so mad that you figured it out!!! AHAHKDHSOANSSISO. But I hope it's still good lol