Pete Wentz a Father? ~EDITING~

Pete Wentz A Father? - Dark Room

Skye's POV:

When my eyes opened, I was in a dark room. The brick walls were moist, and it smelled like rotten fish eggs. I wanted to gag but I didn't want to make any noise or they might come back. Whoever it was, if their plan was to scare me, they sure as hell succeeded.

I wasn't tied down, which was weird. I slumped on the floor, rested my head onto the damp brick, shut my eyes and prayed that Patrick would come to get me.

How long has it been?

Weeks?

Days?

Months?

Time seems to blend here, and its just a spiral of a small door opening a crack once a day bringing me a burnt loaf of bread and a small drink of water.

Usually, I would do my very best to make hardly any noise and sit in the corner of the room and bury my face into my arms.

If I closed my eyes and concentrated very hard, I could picture my house with Patrick, I could smell our house and the way he smelled as I used to bury my face into his chest. I could see his smile, hear his laugh, watch him tackle me out of nowhere and lift me up and spin me around. I could taste the food we made together, I could feel his warm body against mine-

And then I would hear a drip coming from the ceiling and all i could see was a bleak surrounding where I was always hungry, cold, tired and could never get any sleep no matter how tired I was.

Often I'd wonder if they had stopped looking for me.

Patrick's POV:

I will never stop looking.

Its been three and a half weeks, I haven't slept, I've barely ate, everyday has been used to look For Skye.

I haven't done anything else really, I haven't talked, except for a few occasional grunts, moans and crying. I just want to find Skye, make sure she's okay and well, see that clumsy ball of energy she is running towards me.

Sometimes I think its all a bad dream, and Skye will pop out of nowhere, fine and well and barricade into my chest.

I'll say, "Where have you been Skye?" and she'll reply, "Don't be worried Patrick, it was just a bit of fun but I'll never do it again."

But I know that will never happen.

I decided to go out on a walk today. A walk through the back alleys, to escape the paparazzi, I wish they would just disappear.

I walked, head down not really caring, not really doing anything, just kicking rocks at my feet. I was just a sad, tired man who looked like a horrible mess.

I'll never see Skye again, I'll never find her, I'll never be her knight in shining armor.

Pete and Molly were tearing their hair out, Molly doesn't want to sleep and eat but she has to for her baby and Pete's out every night searching, hoping.

We all are.

Skye's POV:

I was in my corner again. I felt numb, I felt dead, or alive on my way to death.

Then the door opened, and light flooded the dreary place.

"Hello Skye".