Wentz Is Addicted [REWRITE]

Chapter 16

I got my job back finally after begging the hell out of Pete.  He just had one condition; he had to be there "monitoring the building".  But he fired Bruce so that was a good thing.  Technically he shouldn't have because we had no proof to show of him attempting to rape me and he was damn good at his job, but Pete didn't give a shit anymore.  Everyone welcomed me back warmly which was a nice surprise since I was the reason their boss got fired.  I had a lot of work to catch up on but that was okay. 

"You think I don't see you standing there?" I asked Pete staring at the computer screen.  I looked up at him.  He blushed and slowly walked away.  I sighed loudly.  This was going to be a long day back.
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By the time lunch hit I wanted to kill myself over his constant hovering. 

"Someone looks pouty" My head shot up.  I stared at Brendon "I was called and told to babysit you while your husband went to a meeting" He smirked and crossed his arms "I was also told not to tell you I'm supposed to babysit you"

"I'm going insane!" I groaned.  He chuckled "I wanted to go back to work to get away!"

"I know" he said walking inside.  "Would now be a bad time to mention Nathan stalking your work building?"

"What?" I asked.  He frowned.  I ram to my window and looked outside.  Yes, Nathan was staring up at the window.  I shook a little.  "I'm gonna go talk to him" I whispered.

"Without Pete here?  Patrick this isn't a good idea" I grabbed my jacket ignoring him.  "Or just don't listen to me" he followed me through the office. "If Pete finds out about this I am so fucking" I slammed straight into Pete "Dead" Brendon finished.  We both looked at him.  "Hi Pete"

"Hi" he said crossing his arms. 

"I have to take care of something" I said gently.  I leaned up and kissed his cheek "I love you" I whispered.  I grabbed his hand squeezing gently. "Brendon stay here" I said looking over at him.  He modest hanging his head.  I looked back at Pete "Stay here" I mumbled.

"What's going on?" he asked me.  I smiled and dropped his hand.  "Patrick" I started down the stairs ignoring him.  I slammed the front door of the building open and walked to where he was standing.  He watched me approach him.  Hands in his pockets.  He smirked. 

"What're you doing here?" I asked.  I stopped about a foot away so he couldn't hurt me.  He looked me up and down.

"Coming to claim whats mine" he said.  He looked at my hand "And what's mine got married.  That's not cool Patrick you know we're meant to be"

"I'm not yours"

"But you're his?" he asked.  I didn't answer "Thats what I thought.  You still think you don't belong to anyone"

"I don't.  I don't belong to anyone"

"You belong to me" he said angrily.

"I don't belong to you and I never did" I said. 

"But you belong to Pete?" he snapped.  I kept my mouth shut "Answer the damn question"

"I married him" I said.

"That's not an answer to my fucking question" he stepped closer so I stepped back.

"You need to leave right now" I said.

"You know you're mine.  I searched so long for you and now you're right here in front of me.  You're all mine" he came closer.  I was frozen in place at this point.  He ran his fingertips down my cheek "Pretty boy" Petes face flashed in my head.  Pete calls me pretty boy.  I thought of Pete laughing.  Pete smiling.  Pete rolling his eyes.  Pete in general.  He filled my thoughts. 

"Don't call me that" I said through my gritted teeth "Don't touch me"

"But I'm allowed to touch whats mine" He said. 

"Get off" I said angrily "Stop touching me" He ran his hand down my chest and grabbed my hips.  I opened my eyes just as he leaned down to kiss me.  I rammed my fist across his jaw.  He recoiled backwards "Leave me the fuck alone" He glared at me grabbing his jaw.  "Bitch!" he yelled.  I froze in fear.  "How dare you!" He raised his fist.

"I'm sorry!" I whimpered.  He walked closer but got taken to the ground.  I shook a little.  Pete punched him across the face.  I just stayed there frozen in my tracks.  Nathan fought back trying to get Pete on the ground but Pete was too strong.  He rammed Nathans head back against the ground knocking him out completely.  I stayed frozen in place.  Pete looked over at me standing up.  "I-I'm sorry" I whispered "I thought I could do it I'm sorry" He stared at me emotionlessly.  He looked at his bloody hand then back up at me "I'm sorry" He walked past me without another word.  Holy fuck.
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Brendon and I sat on the curb watching the ambulance take Nathan away.  He rubbed my back soothingly.  I stared at the ground unable to speak at all.  Pete walked over to us after talking to the cops that Brendon called.  He stared at me while I shook under Brendons touch. 

"I got it Brendon" Pete said gently.  Brendon looked at me. 

"He makes me feel safe" I whispered. 

"Okay" Brendon said gently. 

"Brenny!?" We all looked over at Ryan.  Brendon stood up "They called me and told me you called the police are you okay?"

"Yeah" Brendon walked over to his boyfriend and engulfed him in a hug.  Pete sat down next to me. 

"I'm sorry" I said "I'm sorry"

"Stop saying that" he said.  I crawled into his lap not caring about who was around.  I shoved my head into his chest closing my eyes.  He hugged me tightly "You're safe" I gripped his shirt in my hands "God you're shaking so much"

"I hit him" I mumbled.

"I know.  Brendon and I were watching from the window" He ran his fingers through my hair.  I whimpered a little bit "You're alright"

"I know"
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Pete handed me a mug of tea while I sat on our couch staring at absolutely nothing.

"Why do you and Brendon assume tea fixes everything?" I asked.  He held it out to me.  I sighed taking it in my hands.  "I don't deserve you"

"Hush" he said.  I sipped the tea but it burnt my tongue.

"Ow" I mumbled.  He snorted.  I pouted while he laughed.  "Can you be nice to me please?" I asked.  He sat next to me "Be a nice husband" I pouted again.  He placed his hand on top of my head.  "Be gentle with me" I said.  He sighed.  "He kept asking me if I belonged to you" I mumbled. 

"What'd you say?" he asked.

"I didn't reply" He looked at his wedding ring "You think I belong to you don't you?" I asked sitting up.  He shook his head.

"No.  I just find it interesting that he waited until we were married to pull something.  He had to have been watching us for a while to pull what he pulled with our house"

"Are we certain it was him though?" I asked.  "It could've been Bruce" He stared ahead with his hand by his mouth in thought.  His brows furrowed.  We both sat in thought for a while.  Something smashed upstairs. He looked up at the stairs.  I stood up and he stood up after me.  We tan upstairs to our bedroom.  A vase was smashed on the ground with a note on top.

Wrong guy
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