What A Catch.

Chapter 59

Pov Beth

"Beth. BETH!" My mum shouts running towards me.

I now know all the words to this part, just like my favourite song.

Next my mum is going to die, the murderer will too.

My breathing speeds up as she gets stabbed. I cant feel my hands, sweat plagues my body, I feel myself shake.

What if this is real? What if this is all real?

My eyes snap open and I scream into my hands. Pete lies asleep next to me. With tears in my eyes I decide to go and sort myself in the toilet.

I sit myself on the floor. Its late, I guess. I run my hand over the tiles, tears falling onto them.

I try to calm myself down, but to no avail.

My breathing is irregular. My heart feels like its about to pound out of my chest. My eyes dart around the room, looking for an escape.

I jump when two arms fasten on my arms. Two legs coming out from behind me. The ams wrap around my stomach, dragging me into the body.

I focus on the soothing sounds of his voice and trying to get feeling back in my hands. Pins and needles prick my hand as I attempt to calm down. Adrenalin wont stop pumping through me.

"Shes gone." I cry, dragging my numb hands over my face.

"Shhh. Shhh. I know. Im still here, everyone else who you love is still here. Youre safe." He whispers into my ear.

I take a breath and start moving my hands, trying to pull it together.

"Who knew that this still happens when things are already so, so wrong." I whisper.

He digs his head into my neck, kissing me. He pulls his arms tighter around my stomach and I can feel his whole body move when he breathes down my neck.

I slowly close my eyes, rubbing the tear stains from my cheek.

Pov Patrick

Its early in the morning. I rush to the toilet. Yet again Beth and Pete are lying in each others arms. I decide Im not so desperate for the toilet anymore.

After snapping a shot (I have to keep up a record of these) I rush out the room, a pang of jealousy running through me.

I collapse outside at the table. I want a love like theirs.

I lie my face on the table and scroll through the pictures that I have taken. You can see their relationship develop, really.

Exhaling deeply I shut off my phone. Not now. We have to work today. Panic! are coming over.

I stand up and go to get changed.

Pov Casey

I slip on a stripey dress and some pumps. I tie my hair in a loose bun, half way down my head.

Panic! are meant to brcoming over today. They should be ariving soon.

I walk into the living room, adjusting my clothes. Everyone is already here and they are drinking coffee on the sofa.

"Hi! Im Casey." I chirp, sitting down next to Patrick on the sofa.

They all nod in my direction and introduce themselves.

"We will start writing in half an hour then." Brendon seems to continue.

"Yeah, we are so jetlagged. Its like perminent." Ryan says.

I go and get myself a cup of tea to sip on, I have nothing to do today. I need a job.

Pov Beth

After a short half an hour, Ryan runs up to me holding a pile of papers.

"I finished the song!" He shouts.

I nod, waiting.

Brendom comes up behind Ryan, grabbing him on the shoulders. He jumps, letting out a squeal.

"Lets play it to her then." Brendon says.

"I was planning to do that next." Ryan says, blushing.

I look at them weirdly. Ryan quickly escapes to grab his guitar and Brendon sits down in front of me.

"Hows it going?" He asks.

"Hows what going?" I reply.

"Life I guess..."

I pull a face, "well... Sure you want to know?"

He nods, smiling at me.

"Well my mum recently got murdered." I say.

Brendon gasps, not expecting what I just told him. "Im sorry." He whispers.

"Thats okay, the murderer got killed too."

He looks at me, shocked.

"Yeah, its fine. Not as bad as what else has happened before."

"I wonder what could be worse than witnessing two people being murdered."

"Getting abused by your dad. Getting kidnapped and almost raped. A couple of anxiety attacks that send you to hospital. Being tourtured my someone related to you." I list, "wait, what. Im sorry, I wasnt meant to say all that." I clasp my hands over my mouth, the numb feeling wavering.

"At least you have humour about it." He says as Ryan returns.

"You would never have guessed though." Ryan says as he sits down, "I have the same guitar as Patrick used to have." He laughs.

I smile, "go on, show my the finished piece!"

They start strumming the chords that I had chosen.

"Come save me from walking off a windowsill or Ill sleep in the rain." Brendon starts a few bars into the song.

Ryan sings the next verse "and now he drags down miles in America, breifcase in hand."

I grins as they sing together, the coolest pair.

"Who could have more." They both sing together.

Slowly, they end the song.

"That is amazing." I say, "what is it called?"

"Mad As Rabbits!" Ryan says, excited.

"We record it next week!" Brendon says.

"Wow." I say quietly.

"Lets get started!" I hear Pete shout from across the room.

They give me a nod before running off to write a song together.