Me and You Against the World (Book Five in the Peterick Mpreg Series)

We're Here For One Reason (Pete's POV)

"Are you alright now?" I asked Jaimee, pulling her out of my arms.

"Y-Yeah," she said.

"Are you going to be alright here by yourself with Nick?" I asked.

"I got her," Nick smiled, pulling Jaimee into his arms. "She'll be ok."

"Thank you so much," I smiled at him, running to the entryway and grabbing the car keys. "I'm going to go meet up with Patrick. I'll call you once I know anything, ok?"

"Alright," Jaimee said. "Just please let me know."

"I will, baby girl," I gave her another smile.

I quickly rushed out the front door and hopped into the vehicle. I started down the street after that. After about five minutes, I pulled up in front of Jack and Emily's house. As much as all of us were pretty upset with him at the moment, he had the right to know what was going on with his wife. I hopped out of the vehicle, leaving it running, then ran up to the front door.

"Jack, open up!" I shouted as I knocked.

"Hold on!" Jack said, then the door opened a few seconds later. "Pete."

"You need to come with me right now," I said.

"A-Alright," Jack said, grabbing his sweatshirt. "What's going on?"

"I'll explain on the way to the hospital," I said, pulling the door shut behind him, then grabbing his arm and pulling him to vehicle.

"H-Hospital?" he asked as we got into the vehicle. "What happened to Emily?"

I sighed, "She's been isolating herself ever since I left apparently, then Jaimee went to check on her and she must have gotten scared, so she called Patrick up there. He stayed with her for a little while, comforting her and everything, then she threw up again, and shortly after that, Joe called and needed to talk to Patrick about something, so she left Emily alone. Em apparently said she was going to try and get some sleep. So, after a while of sitting in the living room, Jaim asked Patrick if she should go check on Em because Patrick was really zoned out from worrying so much. He said no, but a little while after that, he asked her to go check on Em because he was getting more worried. Jaim happily did, and then while she was upstairs, that's when I got home. I was just about to ask Pat how Emily was doing, but right as I asked, we heard Jaimee scream from up in Em's room. Patrick, Nick, and I rushed up there and saw Jaim standing there, pointing at the bathroom door. She told us to look towards the bottom of the door, so Patrick and I did. That's when we noticed blood. Emily had locked the door, so we literally wound up breaking the door off its hinges. Emily was laying there motionless, with pools of blood under each wrist, a pair of scissors on the sink, alongside an empty bottle of pills."

"Oh my god," Jack said, crying by now. "I-Is she dead?"

"Jack," I swallowed. "I-I honestly don't know."

"Oh my god," he cried. "Why the hell did I yell at her?"

"Jack, don't blame yourself," I said. "Everyone is blaming themselves for what's happening right now. Please, just don't blame yourself."

"I just need to know if she's ok. She's my life, she means so much to me, she's the one who made me normal again, she's the one who showed me I could trust people again! I love her so much! I can't lose her. I need to know if she's ok. I need to. I just want to see her and take her in my arms, kiss her, hug her, and tell her it's all going to be ok. I want to take her home and just lay together on the couch and watch movies like we used to!" Jack cried. "Pete, I love her so fucking much! She is my everything - every single thing. I don't know why I ever yelled at her. I'm a fucking idiot. That's can't be the last thing I said to her! Our last words exchanged can't be me shouting at her! I'd never be able to forgive myself!"