Help Me (Peterick AU) [COMPLETED]

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Patrick's POV

When I see Pete for the first time the next morning we both give each other dorky smiles. We don't mention what happened because Brendon and Ryan wouldn't be awfully happy about it but we're both thinking about it.

With me and Ryan both supporting him Pete struggles through a whole bowl of cereal at breakfast which I'm proud of. His eating isn't great but it's getting so much better and I'm happy he's trying. He's trying really hard to let people help him and that's all I could ask for from him.

It's such a good morning so when he refuses to eat at lunch I'm pretty heartbroken. Brendon whispers to me that it's visiting day today which I totally forgot so I guess that's why Pete's struggling now. We were both on such a high this morning so now he's totally crashed after he remembered what day it is. I don't know what's going on with his family but I guess he doesn't get along with them so today will suck for him. I've almost completely forgot about my own worries about because I'm so worried about him.

Despite Brendon and Ryan trying to tell me not to I stay close to Pete and feed him some soup. I feel kind of ridiculous to be spoon feeding my 15 year old crush but it seems to work. I manage to get half a bowl of soup into him then let him stop so finish my own meal.

Ryan grabs my arm as we walk to the lounge and thanks me for being so good with him. I can tell he's curious about why Pete trusts me so much but he doesn't really care as long as it's helping Pete. 

We spend part of the afternoon playing cards and Pete cuddles my arm the whole time. It makes it kind of hard to play but I'd never ever ask him to stop no matter how inconvenient it was.

When it's time for our visitors to arrive the three of us try to keep Pete as calm as possible. He's obviously panicking but Ryan holds him tight the whole time so he's not too bad.

There's lots of family members in the room so we all look around for ours. Eventually I find my parents at the other side of the room so I lean over to talk to Pete "I'm going to go see my parents, I really hate them so I might be back pretty soon, stay safe ok?" Pete nods and pats my arm before I go off to see the assholes.

When I walk over as I thought my mother ignores me to keep typing on her iPhone and my father looks at me scowling. "You idiot, what are you doing to yourself? Haven't your mother and I given you everything?"

That's basically the way of the entire conversation. They verbally abuse me for a while and every time I try to defend myself they tell me to stop being rude. How am I supposed to respect people who treat me like shit and are the reason for a lot of my mental health issues? I wouldn't have most of my scars if they weren't such assholes and if they'd take a singe second to be proper parents. For as long as I can remember they haven't even hugged me or given me a single word of praise. How am I supposed to love them when all they give me is hate?

I want Pete more then ever now but I can't let him come over and listen to their abuse. I'm guessing he's already heard way too much in his life so he really doesn't need to be told he's disgusting and should go to hell.

I'm so sick of them by now that when they go off on a rant about how much of a faggot I am I'm just done. They can't just treat me like shit after they've done it for so long. Now I'm in a place where I've finally found happiness and they're ruining it so I'm done with their bullshit.

In the middle of one of my mothers homophobic rants I turn around and walk off. They both call out for me to come back but I just flash my middle finger over my shoulder and keep walking. I've spent way too long taking their abuse and I refuse to handle that right now. I have friends and people who care about here here so I don't deserve this.