Do You Still Love Me? // Peterick

2.

Patrick managed to sleep for two hours last night, he fell asleep at four but ended up waking up at six due to a nightmare..

**Nightmare**

"Heyyy 'Tricckk," Pete slurs, walking through his and Patrick's front door.

He was drunk.

"Hi Pete.. where were you?" Patrick questions, sounding afraid to do so.

"At a bar you fucking idiot, obviously."

"O-oh, o-okay, sorry I-I was j-just wondering."

"Yeah well does it fucking matter?!" Pete asks, angry, pinning Patrick against a wall.

"N-no, I'm s-sorry Pete, p-please d-don't hurt m-me," Patrick says, beginning to cry.

*TRIGGER WARNING, ABUSE*

Pete slaps Patrick telling him not to be such a cry baby, causing Patrick to develop a hand print on the side of his face.

"P-Pete p-please, I'm s-sorry," Patrick sobs.

"Shut up, slut!"

Pete throws Patrick on the floor and kicks him in the gut, as Patrick is sobbing, curling into a ball.

Pete smirks. Picking Patrick up and dragging him by his hair to their room. Pete throws Patrick onto their bed.

"P-Pete what ar-are you d-doing?" Patrick questions, shaking in fear.

Pete crawls on top of Patrick, not saying a word.

"Pete.. stop.. don't.. please.." Patrick whispers.

*TRIGGER WARNING OVER*

**End of nightmare**

That's when Patrick woke up, sweat dripping from him, as he's shaking and sobbing in fear. He needs to find out why Pete's changing. He's having nightmares nightly because of this, and he can't deal with it.

He looks next to him, noticing Pete wasn't there, suddenly he hears the shower, Pete's showering. Patrick wonders if he should join him. Deciding against it, Patrick gets out and bed and changes into his black skinny jeans and a white shirt, throwing a black cardigan over top of it. He walks down stairs to his kitchen, cooking up some pancakes for him and Pete, assuming Pete hasn't ate anything yet.

Just as Patrick is putting the pancakes on two plates, he hears Pete coming downstairs.

"Good morning," Patrick says to Pete, knowing he won't get it said back, "I made you pancakes."

"Oh thank fuck I'm starving," Pete says, sitting at the dinner table and eating the pancakes.

Pete finished his food within two minutes, wow he really must've been hungry, Patrick thinks to himself.

"Were they good?" Patrick questions, smiling, trying to seem happy.

"Sure," Pete replies, "anyway, I'm going to Brendon's, see ya later," Pete begins walking out the door.

"Wait!" Patrick calls behind him.

"What?"

"Uh.. never mind," Patrick sighs.

"Whatever, bye," Pete rolls his eyes, exiting the house.

"Well, love you too," Patrick mumbles, with a slight sigh..

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A/N- That nightmare hurt me to type tbh. Yikes.