Alone Together (a Patrick Stump fanfic)

Chapter Forty *Lemon*

                                                                                Rose's POV

It has been a month since the incident. A long, draining month. Patrick is now super cautious around me and watches me like a hawk. I swear if I don't get any alone time, someone is going to die. I can't stand the therapist and his stupid questions. I get it, I was breaking and I may of lost my mind a bit. I am fine now, how come no one seems to get that? I am sorry that I almost killed a baby, that's horrid. I didn't really care much for my existence. Adam is still here. That bastard. 

The therapist thinks I have PTSD. I mean, it would make sense. After all, I was tutored, raped, and went through shit. My parents are dead. It would make sense. I just need to stop seeing Adam everywhere. He feels to real to be a hallucination. I just need normal. 

Today is my fifth visit with my therapist. I so don't want to go but with the way Patrick has been recently, there's no way he would let me stay home. I really didn't want to fight with him. He's been through enough. I'm surprised he is still with me. What am I going to do when he finally gets fed up and leaves? My heart skips a bit at the thought. I gulp, almost like I was swallowing away the thought.

"Hello there, Rose." Mr. Davis smiled. His hair was very well maintained. Everything about him screamed perfectionist.  It drove me insane. He didn't seem human to me. 

"Hi." I muttered. I hated our talks. 

"How are you doing today?" He asked as he pulled out his notebook and pen. 

"Good." I lied. 

"Still denying what you actually feel?" He saw through all my lies, why bother lying? 

I just looked at the ugly, carpeted floor and was suddenly pulled back onto memory lane. It was my first official trip with Fall Out Boy.  We were staying at some random motel when I got to lay next to Patrick. I remembered how nervous I felt. I don't think I would ever think I would ever get to be with Patrick. It was such a huge deal at that moment when I found out Pete didn't like me. Now, it's whatever. I craved that feeling of never having to worry about anything terrible happening. 

"Rose.." Mr. Davis pulled me from my thoughts. 

"Huh..?" My mind was still in that memory.

"What's got you so lost in thoughts today?" He asked.

"Why does carpet have to be so ugly?" I asked as the memory faded and I was looking up at his face.

Confusion filled his sharp features. "I don't know what you mean by that? Carpet is just carpet."

"Just a question, what's today's topic?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Ah, today we're going to discuss your parents death." His face appeared grim.

I just sighed, feeling that familiar lump fill my throat. 

A few hours later and I was released from hell. My eyes squinted from the brightness of the afternoon sun. Andy pulled up and I was confused. Where was Patrick?  

"Hey, Rose." He smiled.

I climbed. "What's up?"

"Pete and Patrick are in the studio with Joe. I told them I could come get you." Andy said as we drove away. 

I completely forgot about the new album. Patrick's been quite busy recently. I guess that's a good thing. 

Fifteen minutes later I was home and Andy left. I don't think Andy knew the rule of me not allowing to be alone. But hey, what do I care? I finally get some space. I'm not sure whether this is a good thing or not. I found my laptop and curled up on the couch. I logged into Facebook and surfed YouTube.