Shot Of My Heart

Chapter 7

I sat down across from Patricks dad at the interrogation table.  I opened up his file and sat down. 

"Not the way I wanted to meet my sons boyfriend" he said crossing his arms.

"Not the way I wanted to meet my boyfriend's father, but clearly he doesn't think about his actions so here we are.  Now, tell me about the fight you had with your son before he was murdered" I snapped. 

"I'm not saying anything until my lawyer gets here" he said. 

"Hm" I said standing up.  "Fine, then let's discuss Patrick"

"But this is about-"

"Patrick tells me you're an extremely greedy bastard" I snapped "He's also told me you said you wanted to stop your sons chemo due to the cost.  So I agree, you are a greedy bastard"

"That's non of your concern-"

"So to save a quick penny you picked up a gun and shot your own son" I said.

"Who the fuck do you think you are!?" he yelled standing.

"Sit the fuck down!" I yelled "I'll tell you who the fuck I am, I'm the fucking guy who can put your ass in a jail cell to die!  So you better cooperate before I make your entire existence a living hell!"

"I don't have to say anything to you!" he yelled.

"Well, let me say something to you" I said "Your son is dead, your other son is a fucking mess laying on my couch because he's having nightmares!  So, you can either help me catch the killer, or admit to being the killer" He stared at me angrily "You know what Mr. Stump, killing your own damn son to save a penny, that's pretty fuckin low"

"He deserved it!" he yelled.  I froze "Everything that little bastard got he deserved!  I gave him everything, him and his shitty little brother!  And they both took it for granted!  Fuck them both!" He flipped the chair.  I grabbed his arms and squeezed them behind his back.  "I never said I killed him"

"No, but you did just call my boyfriend shitty.  And you flipped one of my chairs.  Thats not gonna fly with me" I handcuffed him tightly behind his back.  He yelled out in pain.  "Did you kill him!?" I yelled.  He didn't speak "Tell me!"

"Yes!  I killed my son!" he screamed.  I went silent, dead silent.  "I killed him, I killed the little bastard.  He deserved it" I sighed loudly. 

"You have the right to remain silent"

"Oh come on" he laughed.

"Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law, if you cannot afford-"

"I know my rights!" he yelled.

"An attorney one will be provided to you" I finished.  I pulled him from the room and threw him at Andy.  "Take this bastard away from me, I never want him around me or Patrick again"

"My son" he laughed "You think you can keep me from my own son!?"

"Please let me punch him" I begged.

"Only in self defense" Andy said.

"He flipped a chair at me" I said.

"That counts, have at it" he said.  I rammed my fist across the bastards face so hard I knocked a tooth from his mouth. 

"I feel so much better" I said.  I stormed away.  Patrick stared at me in shock.  "Awh shit" I whispered. 

"Did you just knock a tooth from my dad's mouth?" he asked.  Joe sipped his coffee and sat on his desk.

"He called you shitty, and, and he killed your brother" I said "It felt really good I'm sorry"

"H-he did it?  He murdered my brother?" he asked quietly.  "My dad killed my brother?" I stepped closer to him.  He stared at me, then Joe.  He grabbed his jacket and bolted for the door. 

"Patrick!" I screamed.

"Trick!" Joe yelled.  I bolted after him.  I was the fastest one in my class, I knew I had him beat.  He was gone though.  As soon as I got outside, I couldn't find him.

"Patrick!" I yelled.
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After searching for him around the area and his house, it finally hit me on where he was.  I drove to flower fields quickly.  He was sitting on a bench with a rose in his hand.  Tears fell down his cheeks as he twirled the rose.  My heart shattered.  I walked over to him slowly.  His head snapped up to me.

"Hey beautiful" I mumbled sitting down.  He laid his head on my shoulder.  "I'm sorry" I whispered.

"You didn't kill my brother, no need to be sorry" he said.

"I know, but, I feel the need to apologize"

"It's because you pity me. You're not saying you're sorry to me you're saying you're sorry for me. My life's a wreck and yours isn't. So it upsets you that mine is" he said. He stared ahead at the fountain. "My dad murdered my brother"

"I know" I said quietly. "What happened to your mom?"

"She died a while ago" he said "She was the one who encouraged me to be a photographer"

"Oh" I said gently. He smiled a bit.

"I love her a lot" He mumbled. We stayed like that for a while. The sun started to set so I made him get off the bench. "Thank you. My dads where he belongs. I'm happy you put him there"

"You're welcome Patrick" I mumbled. He leaned up and kissed my cheek.

"Goodnight muse" he whispered. Tingles shot up through my body "I'll come visit you tomorrow while you're at work"

"Are you sure you'll be okay alone? You can stay the night at mine again" I said.

"I'll be fine"
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I woke up to my phone ringing loudly at one in the morning.

"Wentz" I said sleepily.

"Pete, I need help" Patricks soft voice came through the phone.

"Whats wrong?" I asked in concern.  I sat up quickly.

"I don't know, I can't sleep I keep getting nightmares and I just threw up.  I can't breathe and I don't know what to do"

"I'm on my way"

"Okay"