Fallen Angels (Pete Wentz fan fic)

Chapter 11

Pete's POV

Nothing was right anymore. The whole group has spilt up. We all had a massive argument about Bree and about our friendship. Patrick, Kellin, Brendon, Joe, Andy, Alex and Jack, all hang around with different people. Patrick hangs round with the Math nerds. Jack hangs round with the prankster's. Kellin hangs with the Science geeks, and Brendon is with the football jocks. Joe is with the hippies and Andy is with the vegan group. Alex just sits with the History dorks.

I, however, am stuck with the soccer jocks. They hang round with Ashlee and her, now 4, bitches. It used to be Ashlee, Kirsty, and Tilly, but now Bree is apart of it. I am now labelled as the bad boy of the school. Yes, I was a bit of a bad boy before, but now I'm more bad. I don't want to do it, but the jocks push me to do it.

I am sat in my bedroom, thinking about the last time I actually laughed, or smiled. It was such a long time ago now. My bipolar is getting worse lately, and so is my anxiety. Raven helped me through so much stuff, and now she won't.

"Pete?" Hilary sighed as she walked in my room.

"Get out Hilary!" I shouted.

"Not until I check your bathroom." She walked straight into my bathroom and started getting everything out.

"Your not going to find anything." I sighed, knowing exactly what she was looking for.

A few years back, I used to cut. That was when I was really depressed. Raven helped me stop, only because she used to cut as well, and didn't want me going through that pain. We agreed to stop together, at the same time. Now, I'm out of control and have started cutting again.

Hilary walked out of my room. "Your lucky I didn't find it!"

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my cell phone. I scrolled through my call history and reached Raven's number. I debated whether to call it like I have been doing for the past few night, but I knew she wouldn't answer.

I continued to scroll through the numbers until I landed on Andy's. Andy was apparently on tour in UK, so I had to know if he had heard anything. I pressed call and waited for him to answer. He answered after the second ring.

"Hey Pete." His voice had a hint of sadness in it.

"Have you heard from Raven?" I asked.

"I was hoping that you would have heard from her." He admitted.

"No one has." I sighed. "I'm kind of worried."

"Took the words right out of my mouth."

"Can you do something? Your in the UK right?"

He sighed. "I have a day off tomorrow. I'll try calling her and then I'll go to her house. I let you know what happens."

"Okay. Thanks." I hung up and closed my eyes in relief. Everything was going to get sorted.

Raven's POV

Lunch time... Fun. I was walking with Dylan to the field. We got there and walked passed the 'popular' table.

"Hey Biersack!" Erin, the bitch of the school, shouted.

I turned round. "What's wrong?"

"When are you going to stop cutting yourself?" She giggled a little.

"I don't cut." I said dully. It was a lie though.

I turned back round and started walking away. Erin followed me and pushed me over. When I fell to the floor, she grabbed my hair and pulled it back.

"You think your so cool because your older brother is a stupid rock star." She hissed.

There is a time in your life where you have to start fighting back, and this was the time for me. I pulled back my elbowed, hitting Erin in the stomach. She let go of me and fell back. I stood up and started punching her, letting out all my anger.

Eventually, Dylan pulled me off her. Chloe, Erin's best friend, helped Erin up. Mrs Jones, that worse teacher ever, came storming over to us.

"What is going on here?!" She shouted.

"She started it!" Erin shouted.

"You did! You bitch!" I struggled against Dylan's arms.

"You two, my office, now!" Mrs Jones shouted.

Dylan let go of me and I walked off to the office. Erin walked with the teacher as I walked ahead. I arrived at the office, and miss told me to go in. I sat in one of the chairs, and Erin sat next to me.

"So, is someone going to explain what happened?" Mrs Jones asked, sounding annoyed.

"She pushed me, and pulled my hair, so I defended myself." I shrugged.

"That's a lie!" Erin protested. "She started by pushing me!"

"This is a serious matter!" The teacher shouted. "Raven, I'm going to have to ca your father."

"No, no, no." I begged. "Please don't."

"Give me a good enough reason why." Mrs Jones sighed.

"Just don't, he'll be mad." I whispered.

"If I can't call your dad, then you can I call?" She asked, sounding really annoyed. "Your mum?"

"You could try but she won't answer." I whispered, trying not to cry.

"And why's that? Will she be mad too?"

"She's dead." I looked down. "She died a week before I came to the UK."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's okay."

"No one is going to get punished for now." She explained. "I will have teachers keep an eye on both of you, do stay away from each other."

"Okay." We whispered in unison.

Both me and Erin stood up. Erin walked out of the room and I was just about to leave, when Mrs Jones stopped me.

"Raven, sit back down." She ordered.

I nodded and sat in my original seat. She moved and sat on the desk infront if me.

"What's happening at home?" She asked.

"Nothing." I lied.

"How did you get that cut in your lip? It looks pretty serious."

"I fell, and cut it as I fell."

"So, you managed to get a cut on the right side if your lip by falling?" She shook her head. "I don't believe you."

"Well that's what happened." I lied.

"Why didn't you want me calling your dad? How mad does he get?"

"My dad doesn't like having hassle from school... My mom used to get a lot of hassle with me at school when I was in America. He doesn't get that mad, he'll just ground me for years." This was the biggest lie I had ever told.

"Is he still in the grieving process? After losing you mum?"

"Him and my mom wasn't together when she passed away. But, yes, he is still grieving. It was a shock to everyone."

"Raven, I want you to know that I'm here for you if you want to talk about anything." She smiled half heartedly. "I am letting you leave school early today."

"Okay, thanks." I nodded and walked out.

I walked out of the school and walked to get Elsa. The school let her leave and we started our walk home.

"Ray, why does dad drink?" She asked.

"Dad drinks because he... He can't cope with life. He drinks to drown his sorrows." I sighed.

"Why does he hit you?"

"Because..." I hesitated. "Because he gets mad and wants a punching bag. It's better him hitting me, than him hitting you."

We arrived home. Elsa ran straight upstairs as I checked the house. Dad was no where to be seen.