Rain

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Pete throws his phone across the room, it slams against his backpack before falling to the ground. He wants to beat the living shit out of Jason and Ryan.

But he's got to start with Jason.

He whips open his door, shoes already on from earlier, he storms down the hall.

"Peter..." His mother stands slowly.

He doesn't answer, he skips down the stairs and grabs his keys.

"Where are you going?" His dad grabs Pete's shoulder.

Pete smacks his fathers hand away and slams the front door shut. He's on a mission, he's pissed...

You can't stop a pissed off Wentz.

"PETER, GET BACK HERE." His parents scream.

But he doesn't listen.

~~~

"Where is he going?" Patrick yells from his bedroom window, confused at to why Pete is so angry.

"I'm not sure!" They yell back, his mother frenzied and frantic. "Do you know anything?"

"No!"

They nod, heading back inside the house to deal with the situation.

Patrick quickly heads to Pete's social
media, expecting to find something about where he was going.

But he found something worse.

Several kids have posted a badly photoshopped photo of Pete and a cow. On the top it says prom? Right away, Patrick realizes...the cow is him. Patrick can't breathe, tears spring to his eyes before he can even register the full magnitude of the photo. He starts sobbing, hard. So hard in fact that no noise comes out, only bouts of tears. His shoulders shake violently, he can't get a breath in. Through the ocean thick layer of tears, he sees the caption.

#WhoIsPetesCow? #FindTheCow2k18

He slams his laptop shut, unable to read any more of the terrible comments. He pulls his knees to his chest, the sobs becoming audible now. His face burns, tears racing down the previously raw spots from Saturday. The burn taunts him.

This isn't a dream.

It's a reality.

~~~

Jason's house is a two story about 10 minutes away on a lone street.Pete slams his car door shut and bangs on the door so hard, it could possibly break. Jason's parents aren't usually home, they spend days away at business trips. That's why Jason gets away with parties and booze.

"Pete!" Jason smiles, opening his arms wide.

Without a word, Pete cocks back his fist and nails Jason right in the jaw.

"What the actual fuck got into you Wentz?" Jason rubs his jawline. "Take you pills this morning?"

"Fuck off." Pete hisses.

"Dude What the-"

Pete doesn't want to hear anything. He lands another punch on Jason's face, not caring where. It feels good though. To release this anger. His therapist will kill him for this. He backs away after another hit. Patrick's words pop in his head. The soothing voice telling him to stay calm. It almost works, but Jason, pissed as hell, staggers toward him. Pete blocks the first punch but the next lands on his stomach, he doubles over but earns a knee to the face. He falls on the floor, Jason, the 6"1, 190 pound football player pins him down. Pete's eyes go to the busted lip and the red blotches from his own punches.