We Are: Hearts, Lies And Friends

Will You Still Be My Picket Fence?

Patricks POV

Before he could even say anything I already knew what he was thinking. I could see the remorse in his eyes. I know that the first two words to come out of his mouth will be "I'm sorry", and I know he really is truley sorry, but right now I couldn't give less of a fuck. I couldn't even say anything to him, as he stared down at me. Somewhere in the pit of my stomach, I knew something bad was about to happen. I typically have a sense for things like that. A feeling that weighs heavily deep inside me, screaming, telling me something completley terrifying was about to happen. That's when it all started.

I can suddenly feel the elevator begin to sway, making sharp bouncing movements. I hear Pete gasp and I close my eyes as tightly as possible. Oh God what I would give to be anywhere but here when this happens. "WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!" I shout, curling up into fetal possition. I can hear the anguish and horror in Petes voice as he shouts his reply, "EARTH QUAKE!" I suddenly feel Petes body on top of mine, covering me as the elevator jerks to an abrupt halt. The lights suddenly begin to flicker, and then completley stop, leaving Pete and I in the darkness. Sitting ducks.

We sit completely still, anticipating something else to happen, but nothing does. I feel Petes body begin to relax, no longer holding on to me as tightly. Part of me wish he wouldn't let go. He tries to pull away, but I grab onto his shirt, pulling him back closer. He places his arms around me, reaching up to stroke my hair.

And I know right now, you are probably thinking one of the same things I am. One side of me is screaming Patrick, this is your husband, the one that just HIT you. The one who just completley dis-respected you. The one who just hurt you not only emotionally, but physically, Let him go! But the other side, the side of my brain controlled by my heart is screaming, You two almost just died, and his first thought as to protect YOU. To cover YOUR body with his own. Because he LOVES you. Tell him you Love him. Forgive him. Don't let him go!

I slowly blink my eyes open. The emergency back up light has come on, although it only makes it slightly less dim. It's enough light to see around but it could be better. I quickly glance around the elevator, before my gaze drifts up and meets Petes. I slowly begin to loosen my grip on his shirt, but he stays frozen in his spot. And like his stance, his eyes are also frozen, locked directly on mine. He peered at my lips for a second before he begins to drift away from me.

"So uhm. Are you um. Okay?" he choked out as he stood up, extending his arm towards me. I rejected his offer, helping myself off the ground. "Yeah I gue... Actually no. I'm not. I'm not alright with you" "Patrick. I. I am so sor" I cut him off finishing his sentence for him "Sorry. Yeah I know." There is an awkward pause, tension lingering in the air. I stare up at the top right corner of the elevator, although there is nothing much to stare at. I would do just about anything right now, not to have to look at Pete.

"Please don't be mad at me! I can't stand it when we fight! It's breaking my heart!" "Pete. I Love you but. You hit me." "I said I was sorry!" "We'll maybe this tine sorry isn't gonna cut it!" He inhaled a sharp breath, running his fingers through his already messy hair. I could tell he was trying to be very careful about his words, because he and I both know that when he is frustrated he tends not to think before he talks or acts. Which in fact is the whole reason this all started.

"Patrick, what are you trying to say?" I cross my arms in front of my chest, looking down at the floor and he leans himself against the wall. I can see from the corner of my eye that Pete is staring at me. I try to read his face, but there are so many emotions locked on, I don't really know what he's feeling exactly. Hell, I barely know what I'm feeling right now. "Patrick!? Hello! Answer me! What are you trying to say?!" I sigh. The problem is I don't know what I'm trying to say! I feel so numb. I feel. Broken.

"Pete. I don't know if we can work. All we've done lately is argue! I know it and so do you. Maybe it's a sign. Maybe we should just call it qu-" "Don't you even FINISH that damn sentence" He yelled, banging his fist against the cold metal wall, creating a loud eko. He used his back leg to push himself off of it, launching himself off the wall.

"That's bullshit and you know it! Patrick just because things have been tough lately doesn't mean we're not meant to be. Sometimes before it gets better, the darkness gets bigger" "Yeah and sometimes the person that you'd take a bullet for his behind the trigger." He stood there for a second processing what I just said, his face slowly sinking as the realization set in. His saddened expression made my heart sink. Now I completely regret what I said. He turned around, staring at the wall for a second before he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against it.

I heard quiet sobs leak from Pete, slightly muffled by the sleeve of his hoodie. The air was dense with tension, and a lingering awkward silence once again filled the tiny metal elevator. "So that's it?" He whispers, barely audible. I walk a little closer to him, placing my hand on his shoulder. "Pete, what do you mean?" "You think I'm a monster now. I fucked up, and you don't Love me anymore" "I will always Love you" He turned around to face me, his cheeks a bright pink, his red, puffy eyes locking directly to mine. "They why won't you stay with me!?!" "Pete-" "NO! I'm not gonna lose you"

I stumbled backwards as his lips crashed roughly into mine. He held me by the collar of my shirt, pushing me until my back was on the opposite side of the elevator. I stared, wide eyed at Pete for a second. Something in my mind was telling me to pull away, but I couldn't physically bring myself to do it. I felt a wave of relief wash over me, as if a strong need for water had been quenched. Pete is my water.

I close my eyes and a melt into our passion filled kiss. His hands make there way to my ass, and mine to his. Passion is replaced with lust as our hands begin to explore every inch of each other. The tiny, cold, metal space is suddenly sweltering hot as we being to peel off each others clothes.

Pete places my naked body on top of the railing against the wall as he peels off his boxers, his erection apparent before he even slid them off. He looks down at his cock, and then back up at me and bites his lip. My cock jerks.

Pete covers his hand in saliva, slathering it on his cock as a make shift lube. He wraps his arms around me, positioning himself at my entrance. I let out a little squeal as he pushes himself into me, getting in halfway with the first thrust. He lets out a grunt, placing his mouth right next to my ear as he mumbles "You're so. Fucking. Tight!" He thrusts into me a few more times, before he abruptly stops. I shoot him a confused and disappointed look, longing for him to be inside me again. He then lifts me up bridal style, and gently places me on the floor on my back. He gets on his hands and knees, hovering above me for a second before he presses our lips together. He climbs between my legs, resting them on his shoulders, so he can have better access to me.

He once again thrusts into me, not stoping until he's fully inside of me, and I let out a soft moan, feeling fulfilled once again. He wastes no time on getting re-acquainted, going straight into rough, passion-filled thrusts. I claw at the floor, searching for something to hold on to but find nothing. I place my hands on my head, running my fingers through my hair, trying my best to last a little longer but he was making it extremely difficult for me.

He angles himself just right, and thrusts, full throttle into me. "Oh God yes Pete, right there" I moan. "You like that huh? You like my cock inside you!?" "YES! oh Fuck DON'T STOP" he lets out a soft groan before he continues "I won't stop if you promise you won't leave me." "I...I..." he increases his speed yet again, my mind clouded with nothing but the thought of orgasmic release. "PROMISE me you won't leave Patrick! Say it!" I presses my nails into his skin, leaving bright red streaks into his back. "Oh God. I. I... ugh" Pete is now giving it all he's got, His groans becoming louder, and his breathing begins to hitch. "PROMISE ME!!!" he growls into my ear. "I PROMISE!" I nearly scream as a rush of cum, streams out of me, covering my stomach in the warm, gooey liquid as Pete, too, cums. He collapses on top of me, as we both attempt to catch our breath.

He slowly rolls off of me, laying beside me. I turn my head, Brushing my hair out of my face to get a better look at him. We both lay there, tired, sweaty, and overwhelmed. I cup the side of his jaw, turning it towards me to have better access to his lips, as I kiss him deeply. I intertwine or fingers as I pull away to take another breath. I look him directly in the eye, whispering
"I promise"