Help Me (Peterick AU) [COMPLETED]

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Patrick's POV

It hadn't even been 12 hours yet but when I wake up Pete's mother and her boyfriend are here. She's on the bed with Pete holding him close as he sobs into her shoulder so I quickly get up off the floor. Ryan's waiting outside with Brendon too so I link my arm with Brendon and let them be a family.

Pete doesn't seem to be stable at all and he's clinging to his mother frantically as she smooths his hair and rubs his back. He's still crying when he comes over to me and slips his hand into mine so I hold him tight. His head rests on my arm as he rubs his cheek against my arm slowly and his fingers move over my scars. I've stopped having to wear bandages because they're mostly healed so I'm trying to get used to it. Having one of the most personal things about me exposed is hard but I haven't felt too bad about it so far.

After a couple of minutes of cuddling his mother takes Pete back in her arms. They go off to talk to Dr Williams and so Brendon and Ryan tell me what's been happening. Apparently the police are looking for his father so they can arrest him after what Pete said. I'm really happy that he'll finally know everyone who hurt is him locked away but it sucks he's going through this. Pete's probably going to have to repeat his story a few more times and that won't be good for him at all.

After spending the entire morning waiting for Pete, Brendon forces me to eat then takes me out to the garden again. It doesn't feel right without Pete but I collect more roses to bring inside and leave in his room in a vase for him. Maybe when he gets back it'll make him smile a bit to see I got them for him, I want him to smile right now.

The whole day passes before they bring in a man in handcuffs just before I'm about to go to bed. Finally I'm allowed to go see Pete who clings to me desperately as his mother goes to identify Pete's father. Pete needs to do it too to make sure that's the man that abused him but every time I try to mention it he sobs harder. I can't bare to hurt him so we sit there hugging while he clings to me and begs me not to make him do it.

Every time I try to mention it it causes another round of sobs so I really don't think I can do it. This man broke Pete so bad and there's no way I can make him face him again when Pete's just started to heal.

Finally I come up with the idea of just getting a picture of his father and Pete hesitantly agrees. When his mother comes back she agrees to get a picture and comes back with her phone held out. With a shaky hand Pete takes it then screams and drops it "No no no no no no, that's him, get him out, get him out, get him out". He's shaking violently and looks like me might be about to pass out so his other takes the phone and leaves.

Pete takes a long time to stop shaking then I hold him tight and take him out to go back to his room. We're half way down the hall when there's voices behind us making us both turn around and Pete almost faints in my arms.

His father stands there in handcuffs and growls "Fucking useless faggot" at the shaking boy before he's pulled away. Pete's crying in my arms again as I get him back to his room and try to coax him into bed. It takes a lot of soft whispers and touches to get him in and calm enough for me to run and get him a bowl of soup for lunch.

This is even more of a challenge because this whole thing seems to have ruined Pete's eating all over again. I manage to coax half a bowl into him then because he looks like he might throw up I finish the rest myself. As I put the bowl out of the way Pete clutches my wrist and I can see tears welling up in his eyes again "I'm sorry Patrick I tried but I'm so fucking useless, I don't deserve food, I don't deserve anything, I-"

Quickly I cut him off before he can go on a tangent and whisper how much I care about him. I try to offer to get Ryan if being with me is stressing him out but Pete latches onto me so I take that as a no. I was worried being with someone he's dating would bring up bad memories but I guess not. It makes me super super glad that I'm nothing like those other assholes and I actually make Pete feel loved and protected.

After a long time Pete seems to calm in my arms and under the covers of his bed and I'm glad. He's been so badly hurt but it's special to me that he trusts me enough to let me in his bed. He knows that I'd never ever touch him horribly or hurt him like his father did. I'm someone he can trust even in his worst moments and it just proves to me that this relationship is a good thing.

When Pete starts to talk again I'm glad he's able to talk finally but what he says breaks my heart. "He told me I was ugly and fat and hit me when I ate too much, that's one of the reasons why I don't eat. I'm fat and disgusting but everyone tells me to eat and that I'm too skinny so I don't know. Either way I'm ugly, I'm never right and people are never happy with me"

Pete's tearing up again which is totally not what I wanted but he buries into my side and rests his head on my chest "I'm sorry, I'm being stupid, what do you think? Am I too fat or too skinny? What do you want me to do for you?". I can't believe that asshole father and asshole boyfriend fucked him up so much. He actually believes that there's something wrong with him and that it's up to the person he's with to say what's right for him. He'd starve himself to death if I told him it'd make him more beautiful or force himself to stuff himself if I that's what I wanted.

Even being here has hurt him because after always thinking he's too fat now he's told he's too skinny and to eat. Either way he's told he's not good enough and I just want him to be healthy and love himself. I'll love him regardless of his weight, him being happy and healthy is all that counts.

Before Pete can ask anymore silly questions I rub his shoulders "Sweetheart I want you to eat because that's healthy for you but I don't care about your weight. As long as you eat enough to keep healthy then your weight doesn't matter to me. Please eat as much as you're comfortable and make yourself happy, your bodies perfect and I support you completely"

Pete curls against me and kisses my cheek "Thank you, I just want to make you happy". That wasn't what I was hoping for but its better than nothing. As long as he's willing to do the right thing for his body and take care of himself that's all I can hope for. He has a lot of self confidence issues and mental health issues still but I'm making a small change. It won't be easy but hopefully over time I'll be able to help him.

It's getting late so Pete curls up against me and hums softly "Do you want to stay and sleep with me? In a platonic way of course, nothing more. I love you and I want to be with you but please don't touch me like that. I'm scared and vulnerable in the dark because my dad used to hurt me then and so did my boyfriend. Please don't be like them, I'll sleep with you willingly if you please don't do that, not right now. I promise we can do it tomorrow but I just want to cuddle you today, please Patrick"

He's so broken and it's so sad. Pete's literally clinging to me while trying to convince me not to rape him because that's all he knows. He's never been loved and held at night totally innocently without being forced into something. He really thinks he'll have to offer up sex in order to be loved by he's so so wrong. I love him and that's not something that will change because of sex.

I just want to comfort Pete so I shake my head "I'm not going to touch you in anyway you don't want me to, don't worry angel. I just want to cuddle you and look after you, I'm not like your father or your boyfriend"

For a minute Pete seems like he'll argue but then he rests his head on my shoulder and slips his arm over my waist "Ok, let's sleep, I trust you and I love you"

I whisper "I love you too" before we curl up together and fall asleep.