Wentz Is Addicted [REWRITE]

Chapter 12

[I have no words.  And I know some of you look to me for words.  But I have none.  My country is under control of someone who is against everything I believe and wants to get rid of everything I stand for.  And I have no words.  I'm sorry.  I love you guys]

"You're doing really good" Pete said helping me walk across the room.  The first time I actually walked in about a week.  "I'm glad your strength is back"

"Me too" I said.  We sat down on the couch together.  "Do you have any ideas on who it was yet?"

"Well, now that we pissed off Milly, she's a suspect.  Nathan, Bruce.  The usuals" he rolled his eyes.  The doorbell rang.  "I'll be back.  Stay here" he kissed the side of my head and stood up.  My one arm was in a cast but the other was perfectly fine so I used that to try to turn the TV on.  "What're you doing here?" Pete snapped.  Oh jesus who was it this time? 

"I came to meet your husband.  You're my son" A man said.

"Don't you come near my husband" Pete growled. 

"Please" He begged. 

"You stay away from me and you stay away from him.  You will never be anything to me" The front door slammed shut. I jumped a little dropping the remote on the ground. I shoved my head in my hand trying not to get frustrated with myself. Or with Pete. "Patrick?" he asked. I pulled my head up and looked over at him "What is it?"

"I dropped the remote" I mumbled.

"Oh, here" He picked it up and handed it to me.

"Was that your dad?" I asked. His lips pressed into a thin line. I waited for his answers patently.

"Yes" he said finally.

"I can't hug you. But I've got one operating shoulder and one arm that's not casted" I said. He sat down next to me and laid his head on my shoulder. I wrapped my good arm around him.

"I hate him" he said angrily.

"I know you do. I don't blame you"

"Yeah" he mumbled.  I closed my eyes laying my head on his.  At least we felt safe for now.