The Other Side (Book Four in the Peterick Mpreg Series)

This is Gospel (Emily's POV)

Well, as I speak, Pete and Patrick, Tyler and Josh, Joe and Andy, and Brendon and Dallon are making out... Leaving Charlie, Spencer, Jack, and I here, not knowing what to do and feeling extremely awkward. Hell, I wouldn't have invited him if I knew this was going to happen... But I'm also glad I did. I know, Emily, make up your mind. I'm glad I did because him coming here saved him from his mom. I still am in shock that she does that to him. When I opened the door, my god, I wanted to cry right there. Even though we had just met a day before that, I already cared about him a lot and I wanted to help him. I'll do whatever it takes.

"Hey," I whispered to Jack.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Want to go upstairs and escape this little makeout fest?" I asked.

"Please," he said as he chuckled lightly.

I laughed a little then took his hand and ran out of the room and up the stairs. I led him into my room, which was now half my room and half Fall Out Boy office. I laughed to myself as we walked in and then sat down on the bed.

"You can sit down, you know. You can sit on the bed or one of the chairs," I said as I chuckled.

"Thanks," he said as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"At least this is better than the makeout fest," I said as I chuckled.

"Yeah," he said as he laughed.

"So, want to do anything? Xbox? Tv? Talk?" I said.

"Whatever you want," he said.

"Alright, how about we talk?" I suggested. "And you don't have to be so nervous."

"I know, I'm sorry," he said.

"It's fine," I said as I chuckled. "I just want you to know that you can feel comfortable around me and all of us."

"Anyway, so what'd you want to talk about?" Jack asked.

"Well, about you. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, but I want to get to know you and I have some questions," I said.

"Alright, shoot," he said.

"Well, how about a simple one?" I asked. "When's your birthday?"

"That's a little complex there, Emily," he said as he laughed, which made me laugh. "In about two weeks actually. July twenty second, to be exact."

"That's cool," I said as I smiled. "Here, why don't I ask you one then you ask me one?"

"Sure," he said as he smiled. "Um, did you always know that you wanted to be a singer?"

"I didn't always know, but when I was younger, Pete and Patrick always said that I was a good singer and I guess it wasn't really suprising I got into it. They even had me sing with them, well Panic! and TOP did, at one of their shows. That was right before, um, that situation," I explained.

"What situation? You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," he said.

"Um, well, at the time, I was dating Gerard Way and apparently there was more to him than met the eye. So, before Fall Out Boy went on to perform their set, I stayed back in a room far away from everyone because Pete, Patrick, and I had gotten into a fight before that. I was still upset, so me being that rebellious teenager, I basically ditched them, leaving them to perform without me. After a while of talking with Gerard, he went out to go get food because we were both starving. A while later, he came back, or so I thought, so I got up and wrapped my arms around him. 'He' hugged back, but seconds later, I felt a needle being stabbed into my neck, then everything went black," I explained, already in tears, but trying to hide it as best as I could. "When I came to, I was strapped to a metal chair and blindfolded. I could barely move and I couldn't see, so I started freaking out because I hate being restrained and it just freaks me out. After that, what I remember, I heard someone walked up to me and then the blindfold was ripped off of my face, the persons' nails scraping my cheek in the process. After that, this person literally straddled me in the chair and started kissing me. I tried to pull away, but they wouldn't let me. I han no choice other than to give in, which I didn't like at all. What was weird though, is that the person kissing me felt an awful lot like Gerard. Even their kisses were the same. I didn't think about that much though, because before I knew it, I was being unstrapped from the chair and being thrown onto the floor. I landed on my wrist, and I think I actually sprained it to be honest, and then the person started crawling on top of me again. I tried to push them off, succeeding once, but failing all the other times I tried. The person eventually ripped my shirt and pants off, then my underwear... I think you can guess where that went, so I'm going to spare the details... Lets just say that it hurt like hell and I was in a lot of pain for a while after that, along with therapy... I never told Pete nor Patrick what happened to me right away, I only told my sister, Jaimee, and she promised to not tell them, which she kept for a while. The weeks following that whole incident with all of us though, I started to get quieter and quieter, more jumpy around people when they'd touch me, and seriously depressed. Jaimee noticed all the changes in me, as did everyone else, but when they all asked, I make up different excuses, which I guess they believed. One day though, and I still remember it perfectly, Pete and Patrick came into my room around three in the afternoon, because I hadn't come out of it yet. When they walked up to me, I started backing away on my bed and that's when they knew something was wrong. They explained to me that Jaimee had told them everything because she was really worried about me and didn't want me to do anything bad to myself. I sat there in silence, not really knowing what to do or say. Pete and Patrick started crying and told me that Patrick had gone through the same thing I had. He explained to me that the times he was gone during the day was for therapy appointments. Obviously it had been very traumatic for him as well, which, I think anyone in their right mind would find that traumatic. The next day or so after that, we talked about it more at a group therapy appointment. I went to my own weeks and honestly even months after that to talk about it on my own and then everything else that happened, which was abusive things. I still think about it to this day and it still scared me to no end. I don't think the memories will ever go away."

"O-Oh my god, Emily. I-I don't know what to say," Jack admitted, even crying a little.

"Y-You don't h-have to say a-anything," I said between my tears.

Jack gave me a saddened expression, then just got up, walked over to me, and hugged me tightly. I started literally sobbing into his shoulder, in which he responded by hugging me tighter.

"I-It's just s-so hard," I said through my tears.

"Trust m-me," he said through his as well. "I know."

"Y-You do?" I asked.

"O-Oh yeah," he said.

*A/N* So, I bought five Fall Out Boy guitar picks off of Amazon and when they come, I'm going to call them plectrums. As you know, I'm totally from the UK (NOT!), so that's what I'm going to do xD AND I LOVE THAT WORD SO MUCH. That is all.

Carry on.