The Storm Comes Before The Rainbow

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"I-I was in the apartment..." Patrick begins.

Patrick sits quietly in the bedroom. He's jumping between sleep and awake. The odd area of true relaxation where your body is alert but completely still. Patrick hears a pop as if the door opened.

"Pete?" Patrick groans, sitting up slowly.

There's no reply.

"Brendon? Ryan?" Patrick rubs his eyes, yawning.

Nothing.

Usually Pete calls before coming home so Patrick reaches over to grab it. He sifts through notifications but nothing signaling Pete was coming home. Patrick stands up and walks to the door.

Luke is standing by his counter, placing an envelope on the table. From where Patrick is standing, he's sure it's un-opened. Patrick's stomach sinks. Luke scans the apartment and finds Patrick.

"Hello, Patrick."

"Did you just..." Patrick asks timidly.

"Come with Patrick, I found a new note, let's go to the station." He coaxes.

Patrick shakes his head quickly. "N-No."

"Come on, Patrick." Luke frowns, holding out his hand and walking slowly toward him.

"G-Get away from me." Patrick says shakily, slowly inching back into the room.

Luke places a hand on his gun. "Patrick." He snarls.

"Stop! Leave me alone!" Patrick cries. He slams the door shut and locks it, Luke already booming on the other end. He scans the room and rushes to his phone. The wood splinters as Luke yells and slams his body against the door.

"I'M CALLING THE POLICE!" Patrick screams through tears, unlocking his phone with shaky hands.

The door pops open and Luke rushes in. Patrick opens his mouth to scream but Luke slams a hand over his mouth.

Muffling his words,

Muffling his cries,

Muffling his only way to save himself.

Patrick thrashed and kicks. Luke is strong though, he grips Patrick tightly, Patrick's arms pressed to his sides. With a lucky kick, Patrick nails Luke's lower knee. Luke grunts and his grip loosens. Patrick pulls away, tears streaming down his face. He cries out for help.

"No one is going to help you! Luke growls, grabbing Patrick's shirt collar.

Patrick's feet slide out from under him  and be falls hard onto the wood flooring. The back of his head bounces off the wood and he instantly curls up, gripping his head. His vision fuzzes and his head reels. Luke picks him up swiftly and rushes him out the door of the apartment.

"A-and then I passed out."

Pete would already be up right now, prepared to kill Luke for what he did to Patrick.

Someone already killed him though.

Pete's jealous of that officer behind the trigger.

Pete was holding Patrick in his lap, arms around his waist. Patrick's back was leaning back against his chest. Pete leans forward and buries his face in Patrick's shoulder. Hot tears darken Patrick's shirt. Patrick turns slightly, Pete doesn't move his face.