"Dear Hiatus..." (Sequel to A Living Hell) // Fall Out Boy

Rat A Tat (Patrick's POV)

"Miss me?" Courtney smirked, standing before us.

My breathing hitched, and for a second, I honestly didn't think it'd start up again. There, standing right in front of us, was the woman who ruined our lives, who kidnapped us, and who killed my best friend's wife - and nearly my other best friend's wife, as well as mine. There's no way in hell this can be happening again. This is all a dream. It has to be! I'll wake up from this soon, I just have to close my eyes ...

As I opened my eyes, Courtney was still standing there, looking as evil as ever. She had her hands on her hips, an all black outfit, her long, blonde hair was flowing past her shoulders, and of course, she was wearing those infamous six-inch black heels. Given what had happened to all of us before, whenever I heard the sound of heels on a hard floor, it scared me. I thought it was Courtney, coming back to take us all away again. I always tried my best to hide it from the guys, though, because I didn't want to look like an idiot, getting scared by heels tapping away on the floors. 

It's a funny thing, though, when something like what happened to us happens; you associate one or two things with it, either things that save you, that had special meaning, or they're things that scare you. In a way, it reminds me of the Jaycee Dugard story, where pine cones had a special place in her heart, since it was one of the last pieces of freedom she grabbed before she was being taken away by her kidnappers. 

Jaycee associated pine cones with salvation or freedom, per se, whereas I associate heels with getting kidnapped or someone coming to hurt me. It's a funny thing, but it's true; some things just have 'special' meanings to you if something good or bad happens. Life's funny that way, as is your mind and the way it works with those objects.

What snapped me out of my thoughts, and what made my breathing start up again, was Courtney and those god damn heels walking towards the four of us, but mainly towards Joe, who had a worried look on his face. I stared at him; his chest was rising up and down, increasing with every step Courtney was taking. You could see his chest move with the beating of his heart. You could tell he was scared, but he has every right to be.

"Ah, Joseph, nice to see you again," she smirked, running her hand over Joe's cheek, making him pull away as much as he could. "How's the wife? The family? Oh wait," she laughed manically. "I forgot; I killed them."

"Fuck you!" Joe shouted, trying to pull himself free of of the handcuffs.

"Hah," Courtney laughed again. "boys, don't even try to get yourselves free. These are special cuffs. You move, they'll rip into your skin until you're seeing nothing but bone."

"I don't fucking care," Joe spat, struggling to free himself. "I'd rather be nothing but bones, than to see your face again."

"I'm hurt," Courtney said, putting her hand on her chest. "Well, that's too bad on your part, Joseph," she spat back at him, leaning down, resting her hands on his knees, getting within inches of his face. "because you'll be seeing a lot of me for a long time."

"L-Long time?" Pete muttered, soon getting a look as if to say he wished he hadn't even opened his mouth.

"Yes, Peter," Courtney said, standing back up and walking over to Pete, who was next to me. "A long time."

She stood back up once more, then returned to in front of the door. She rested her hands on her hips again, flipping her hair over one shoulder as she moved her head. She gave us a smirk, then turned around, her heels echoing as she walked off into the darkness, leaving the four of us still sitting there, just wondering what we were in for this time.