after his high school started a pen pal program, mikey way enrolled in order to get his mind off of things, like the abuse of his mother and the newly formed cuts in his wrists. he gets partnered up with pete wentz from illinois, a bipolar and sad b...
hi. my name is pete wentz, i'm 17 in a few weeks, and i go to new trier high school in illinois. now, i know that it's not good to trust strangers, but i couldn't help myself. it's a sunday today, and i'm writing this in the gas station while waiting for my car to fill up. i have a looong trip home.
so, the stranger in question is mikey way. mikey was my pen pal from school, and we became more than that, after trading phone conversations and emails, we pretty much know everything about each other. including me knowing about his household conditions.
i needed to protect him, he's a small, sad fifteen year old that needs love and care, which he isn't getting. the trip from where i'm from and belleville nj, where he's from, took a full day, so i skipped school on wednesday, thursday, and friday and told my parents that i'd be staying at my friend joe's house for those two days and the weekend.
after driving to belleville, i asked locals where he lived (because he wasn't stupid enough to share that online to a strange stalker) and found his address. it was around 3:00 pm on friday afternoon, so his mom was still at work and he was home alone. so, i rang the bell, he saw me, slapped me (which i understand), then he hugged me, tears rolling down his face.
i'm very short and skinny, so i'm surprisingly easy to hide places. mikey called his mom to say that "his friend pete was staying over friday and saturday", so i had one night to see what was happening.
and when she came home at 6:30, i saw what he meant.
i hid behind their kitchen counter to see what was happening above me. and i don't feel comfortable sharing what happened, but i could see why she drank to forget.
when i snuck up to mikey's room, we both had tears streaming down our faces. i didn't know what to do, he didn't know what to do.
we 'comforted' each other all night, so to speak.
after that night, i was free to stay with them until sunday, when i had to go back. obviously it stopped since i was there, and since mikey and i stayed in the same room, we did a lot of things during the evening. i won't share those.
now, i'm going back home, and since mikey won't let me call cps, we're at a loss on what to do until his brother gets a place for them to stay or his father comes home.
all i know is nothing.
from, pete
p.s. look at the attached polaroid at the bottom of this note. that's us! i'm on the right!
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