A Flash Back In Time

~12~

~(Y/n)'s P.O.V~

           I grab my coat and to the door to head to Patrick's house for dinner. When I was about to unlock the door a full glass beer bottle comes flying at my head. I let out a loud yell as the bottle came in contact with my head. I fall to the ground. My head spinning. I was knocked out.

~Patrick's P.O.V~

            I was setting the table on the out side porch (Sometimes we eat out there if it is warm) when I hear a yell coming from (Y/n)'s house. I put down the plates and run over. I had a key to her house just incase anything ever went wrong; and I think it just went wrong. I unlock the door flinging open. (Y/n) was there laying on the ground; glass and blood was around her head. The scene smelled of beer and whiskey. I kneel down next to her head trying to stop the bleeding.

"Patrick I saw you run over here. Is everything okay with (Y/n)-" Mom stood at the door step looking at how I tried so hard to keep her from loosing more blood.

"MOM DO NOT JUST STAND THERE! GET DAD! CALL 911! DO SOMETHING!" I yell so loud I think Pete could hear from the other end of the long ass street.

"Yes, yes, yes. DAVID! CALL 911! NOW!" She yelled running into the house searching for something, I do not know what.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" I yell trying to pick (Y/n) up. I a last get her in my arms and put her on the couch.

"I AM LOOKING FOR ANYTHING TO WRAP (Y/n)'S HEAD!"

"I everything okay!" My dad is now rushing over.

"NO IT IS NOT OKAY! (Y/n) HAS BEEN HIT IN THE HEAD WITH A GLASS BOTTLE AND IS NOW BLEEDING OUT! SOMEONE CALL 911!" I yell at the top of my lungs.

"Here use this." Mom hands a bandage wrap thingy.

"Thank you for helping. SOMEONE CALL 911!"

"I AM!" dad yells back.

We wait for about for what feels like 100 hours. In this time I a sitting on the floor right next to (Y/n).

"Hey (Y/n), if you are in there I want you to know I love and you can not leave yet, so hold on. Please." Tears fall from my face.

~In Text~

Me- YOU GUYS NEED TO GET TO THE ER! NOW!

QueenSassyPants- Holly shit dude what happen!!

Pikey Mikey- Are you okay!

EmoKing- I heard Yelling!

SlutForRyanRoss- Did you hurt your self again!

Me- NO ASS HOLES! (Y/n)'S MOM THOUGH A GLASS BOTTLE AND NOW SHE IS KNOCKED OUT AND BLEEDING OUT AS WE WAIT FOR THE COPS!

EmoKing- I AM GOING TO BIKE DOWN RIGHT NOW!

Pikey Mikey- I hope she is okay!!!!!!! Gee and I might be able to come!

QueenSassyPants- I am your older brother and I say yes!

SlutForRyanRoss- I am with Ryan but I am coming over! I think he is coming too!

Me- Thank you

~Out of Text~

I felt like five seconds and there was knocks at the doors. Mom ran over to get it and Pete came running in.

"Oh My God! (Y/n)! Why! How! Who! When! AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Pete yells running over to (Y/n).

"I told you. Her mom." Tears rolled down my face as I looked at her think it might be the last time I see her.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! She will get over of this! Okay!" Pete rubs my back.

"Yeah I hope."

More knocks sound the door and this time it was Brendon, Ryan, Gerard, and Mikey.

"What The Fuck!" Brendon yells running over.

"Watch it!" Mom says to Brendon.

"Sorry."

"The cops are still not here!" Gerard says coming to sit down next to me.

"Yeah still not here."

"How are you doing?" Ryan asked me seeing that I still had tears running down my face.

"Fine. I am doing fine." I answer sharply rubbing (Y/n)'s hand.

"This might be the last time you see your girlfriend and you are fine! Yeah right tell us the truth!" Mikey says sitting behind Gerard.

"Well no I am not fine. When I started to have feelings for (Y/n) her mom was starting to go.... well like this and I god I wanted to just have (Y/n) move in with me. Away from that monster. And now look; the love of my life dying right before my eyes." Tears weld in my eyes again. Red and Blue lights flashed out side and mom ran to the door.

"Here she is." We all moved out of the way to let the ER people in (A/N Once again I do not know this lingo!).

"We will need some help. We can not get the gurney in here." One of the guys said.

"We can help." I stood up looking the man dead in the eyes.

"Okay. We will need one person to carry her to the gurney. We need to get it ready."

"I will." I said.

"What is your name kid?" One of the guys asked.

"Patrick." I answered.

"Thank you Patrick. Can you please pick her up and carry her to the gurney."

"yeah." I pick up (Y/n) bridle style and carry her to the gurney out side the door. My arms shook with strain. I set her down.

"Thank you Patrick." They wheeled (Y/n) down to the car and drove off.

"Mom we are going there right now!" I hopped in the car as mom got her keys.

"Hey Ryan I have to go see (Y/n) will you be okay?" I hear Brendon ask Ryan.

"Brendon what type of question is this! Yes! Go!" Look out side the window to see Brendon giving Ryan a kiss on the lips then hopping in the car with me.

"Thanks Man."

"Hey our best friend is dying I can not just wait." Brendon says; his eyes also welling with tears.

"Guys! Gee and Mikey are going to my house then my mom will drive us over."

"Got it!"

Mom hopped in and we drove off. This was the worst day of my life!

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