Wentz Is Addicted [REWRITE]

Chapter 9

[This chapter is more bipolar than I am damn]

I found myself waking up in the middle of the night.  Pete was asleep on his side for once so I left to bed to walk around until I felt tired again.  He snored quietly so I slowly tiptoed out of the room and closed the door behind me.  I ran down the steps and into the kitchen for water.  My throat was dry.  As I was passing by the kitchen a familiar door caught my eye.  I stared at it biting my lip.  His room.  We hadn't been in it since I left all those months ago.  That felt like years now.  I crept slowly over to it and stared at it.  I shakily opened the door.  It creaked a little bit.  Holy shit I was in here again.  My throat felt tight.  I flicked the lights on looking around at all the whips and torture devices.  I ran my fingers across the riding crop he used on me the first time we'd ever done anything like this.  The whip still laid on the floor from last time.  I'd been in here once before when Pete and I fought but left immediately because I'd heard him smashing pictures.  It felt weird.  All of it.  I lifted the whip off the ground shakily.  My throat felt tighter.  Like I couldn't breathe.  I dropped it to the ground shutting my eyes so I didn't have to look at it.  I let out the breath I was holding in and opened my eyes again.  I looked at the cuffs hanging from the ceiling.  I wanted to grab one but someone grabbed my arm.  Tightly.  I yelled out in pain.

"I said not to go in here!" Pete screamed.  He pulled me out of the room and threw me against the wall.  He slammed the door shut so hard it shook the damn house.  "You never listen!  Not ever!  You defy everything I say!" He yelled.

"I'm sorry" I mumbled.  He slammed his hands against the wall trapping me there.  I stared at him in complete fear.  "D-don't hurt me" I whispered shutting my eyes tightly "Don't hurt me" I shook vigorously.  He was silent.  His chest was pressed against mine so I could feel him panting.  I felt his anger.  His rage. 

"Go upstairs" he said.  Anger dripped in his words.  "Now!" he screamed.  I ran under his arm and up the stairs as fast as I could. Why was he so angry? I sat on our bed and shoved my head in my hands. I knew he wasn't ready to go back in there yet but why couldn't I go in there? His footsteps pounded on the stairs. Our bedroom door slammed shut. I looked up at him.

"Peter-"

"You know I hate that place!" he yelled "I hate being in it! I hate you being in it!"

"Why are you getting so angry?" I asked.

"Don't go in there!" I jumped. He stared at me in anger. I wanted to fight back. So that's what I did.

"I can do as I please!" I yelled back. There I was. I was back. "It's just a room!"

"Its not! Don't you get that I almost lost you in there! Because of what's in there!?"

"You almost lost me because you were a coward" I stood up to challenge him "You almost lost me because you couldn't admit how you truly felt. I was fine with that room. And what's in it. You almost lost me because of yourself"

"Don't go into that room" he growled.

"All you do is pick fights with me!" I yelled. He rolled his eyes. "You know what!" I yelled.

"What!?" he yelled back. I grabbed the bag I kept under the bed. "What're you doing?" I started grabbing clothes shoving them into the bag. "Stop!" he yelled. I went into the bathroom to grab my toothbrush. He started pulling the clothes out of the bag. I grabbed them and we played tug of war with them until he let go. I shoved them back where they were. "Patrick" He said. I grabbed my hairbrush putting that in too. I zipped it up and threw it over my shoulder. He grabbed the bag when I tried to leave. He pulled me back into the room.

"Get off!"

"Don't leave me please" he begged "Please I need you come back"

"Get off" I growled. He ran in front of the door blocking it.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry please stay" He begged "Don't leave me please I love you"

"Peter, if you don't get out of my way right now-"

"Please" he begged again. He stared at me and slowly dropped to his knees. I stared at him in confusion. He placed his hands on his knees and bowed his head. My mouth went completely dry. He was in the submissive position. He didn't speak. Or move. He just waited. Waited for what?

"Stand up" I commanded. And he did. He stood up in front of me. I couldn't look him in the eyes. I placed the bag on the ground gently. Now I looked him in the eyes. "The pointless fighting ends now" He nodded. I nodded too. "Speak" I said.

"I'm sorry" he said gently.

"Sorry doesn't always work" I mumbled. "Neither does sex"

"What can I do?" he asked weakly. I pursed my lips.

"T-take me into the room and punish me. I know you need to do it. You're the dominant as soon as we get in there" He went pale "Do it" I commanded. He grabbed my hand pulling me down the stairs. I followed his fast paced steps. We stopped in front of his room "Do it" I said. He obeyed opening the door. We both stepped inside. "You're the dominant now. Demand"

"Get into the position" he commanded. So I did. But fully dressed. I dropped to my knees and bowed my head. He ran his hand through my hair. I closed my eyes hoping he'd make the correct choices here. Hoping he'd catch on. He was shaking. His hand was trembling. "Stand up Patrick" I stood up shakily and faced him. We stared each other in the eyes. "I don't need this" he whispered. "Leave the room now" He commanded. I bit my lip and turned on my heel. He did it. He caught on. I walked like a robot out of the room. The door closed behind me. "I don't need this anymore" I smiled a little. He caught on.
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I went upstairs with him after that. We laid down on our bed staring at each other with our heads on the pillows.

"You did it on purpose" he pointed out. I nodded.

"I wanted you to see how much you've truly defeated your demons" I mumbled. "But you still shouldn't have yelled at me for going into that damn room" He nodded "You're strong" He smiled a little "You are"

"Thank you" he whispered. He bit his lip "Our wedding song came on the radio at work today"

"Don't wanna miss a thing by Aerosmith" we said together. He chuckled. "Yeah" I mumbled.

"I'm sorry" he whispered.

"It's fine Peter" I half smiled him. 

"Y-you'll still be here when I wake up?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'll still be here when you wake up"

"Pinkie promise" he held his pinkie up at me and smiled widely.  I laughed and linked my pinkie with his. 

"Pinkie promise" I mumbled.
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I woke up to soft tufts of hair on my cheek.  Pete was hugged me really tightly.  I felt like I was about to pop. 

"I'm gonna suffocate" I mumbled.  He loosened his grip a bit.

"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to wake you its just that, You're still here" He said.  He moved off of me.  We stared at each other.

"Of course I'm still here" I said "I said I would be"

"Pinkie promises are the ultimate form of promises" he said smiling.  I held my pinkie out to him.  He looped his with mine.

"I love you, I pinkie promise" I said.  He smiled wider.

"I love you too" We squeezed pinkies and pulled them apart.