Title by The Beatles
Trigger warning abuse,suicidal thought, miscarriage
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The relationship was abusive, everyone knew. The public eye, their friends, the media, and the fans. Patrick was in love with Pete and he'd taken every beating from him. Patrick doesn't want to leave Pete even tho pete drinks 24/7 and abuses him. One time Pete came home screaming at his husband for literally nothing."Why isn't supper done yet." Pete yelled walking into the kitchen, Patrick was cooking breakfast for dinner. Bronx was upstairs doing 1st grade homework and Declan was put down for a nap.
"Petey I'm sorry. I was distracted earlier, it'll be done soon tho." He said watching Pete walk to the fridge and take a beer out of it and drinking it. He looks away and continues cooking. Pets leans against the fridge and watches.
Patrick gets their dinner done and sets up their table. Pete sits down as patrick makes his plate and hands it to him. They start eating in silence. Pete stops. "This is fucking disgusting." He shoves his plate. "Can't you do anything right?" Patrick stays silent and pushes his food around with his fork. "Huh? Answer me damnit!" Pete slaps the table and that gets Patrick's attention.
"I can do things right. Maybe not to your fucking liking." Patrick gets snappy with him. Pete's eyes grow darker. He stands up and walks over to patrick. "What are you doin-" Pete grabs patrick by his shirt and hair and pulls him out of the chair. He stared dragging him upstairs. Patrick was fighting to get free. He wrestled around to get out of his husband's grip.
"Peter let me go!" He hits at him. Pete stops at their bedroom door and let's go. Patrick attempted to get up but was met with a hand to his face. Patrick looks up at his husband with fear. Pete basically tackles him and starts hitting him. "Pete! Stop." The blonde cries in pain. He tried to block the hits and punches but fails. Bronx bedroom door opens quietly.
"Daddy?" He asks his dad. Pete doesn't hear or see him. Bronx looks scared of the scene. A hand goes around Patrick's throat and chokes him. Patrick's hands goes to the bigger one around his throat and tries to pull at it. He's coughing and hitting at Pete. Bronx goes up behind his dad and tries to pull him off. Pete takes his hands off of patrick and hits his son. Bronx steps back with tears in his eyes. Pete realized what he had done.
"Bronx.." Pete goes to his son, tried to hold his hands but Bronx pulls away. Patrick is staring to bleed out of his pants. Fuck. Pete fucked up bad this time. Bronx runs to his room and patrick stays there on the floor just laying there. "Patrick-"
"I wish I was dead." Was all patrick said as he grabbed his stomach and tried to pull himself up. He reached behind him and pulls his hand out. Blood. He goes limp and kinda waddles to Bronx room.
Moments later Bronx comes out with a backpack and there was a knock at the door. Gabe and William come up the stairs and William goes to Patrick and gabe goes to their toddler that was asleep and gets his stuff around. You could hear patrick and Bronx cries. Both for different reasons. Gabe walks out with a baby bag and the toddler in his arms falling back asleep. Him and Bronx go down stairs and out the house. Pete still sits on the floor and watches everything unfold. William rushed out and to Pete and Patrick's room and grabs clothes in a bag and towels and goes back to Bronx's room. The only sound you could hear was patrick crying "It hurts. It's dead. William it fuckin hurts!" William is basically carrying Patrick out of the room with patrick with no pants on and bloody boxers and a towel. The last thing Pete heard that night from patrick was. "You'd better expect divorce papers in the mail."
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