Peterick Oneshots

The Pros and Cons of Breathing (TW: rape)

Wow um ok. Yeah, this escalates a wee bit. God, I'm sorry 'Trick :(
TW: rape (sorry, remember you can always DM me <3)

Patrick

I felt as though the centre of this man’s attention was a very bad place to be in.

Chapped lips, steel eyes, a cold twist of the lips. A single bead of sweat dripped down my forehead, a hot breath of air escaping my shaking lips.

He walks up to me. The heavy footing and towering shadow that fell across the ally way became louder and heavier.

My breathing quickened, my heart was a heavy drum, it's silent noise the loudest in the street.
Panic.
Panic.
Panic.
...and then I feel it.

A soft, yet harsh finger slowly making its way down my cheek. The feeling so delicate yet so menacing sent convulsing shivers down my spine.

I was going to die tonight.

The thought sent me into a panic. I just wanted Pete.

My vision became blurry.

Too bad he's dead.

A hot tear escapes the corner of my eye as the man digs his fingernails into my shoulder, making me screech in pain. The single tear becomes a flow as the man unbuckles my belt.

I'll always be with you.

I take a deep breath and scream. A mangled, horrible scream. Anything to attract attention. I need help.

Please, anybody. My chest heaves as sobs and screams pour out like a sickening horror. He slams his fist against my skull, and I fell to the ground, disorientated.

A cold blade, so heavy against my exposed, vulnerable flesh from lives it had taken before made my screaming stop. A cold and merciless voice hissed in my ear. “One more scream and this will slice your pretty neck.” He quickly takes the blade away, not before swiping it along my neck. A sudden stinging sensation tells me he broke the skin. A quick kick in the gut keeps me on the floor and I let out a soft groan. I gag, unable to tell where, as the tears of defeat and fear had clouded my vision a long time ago.

I just wanted to go home.

Home was when it was filled with smiles and cuddles and laughter. The odd argument didn’t stop us. We were Pete and Patrick. The duo that never left each others side.

But that was back then.

And this was now.

This was not your usual 'saved at the last minute' story.

This was real life.

The enduring pain as he took my dignity away from me.

The screams I tried to keep in.

The pleading look in my eyes.

The tears that fell from them.

The stranger that was here at the wrong time.

I saw her get murdered. She had tried to call the police.

This was her families pain.
My families pain.

The sirens had arrived too late.

She was dead, I was almost there too.

He had had my back pressed up against the wall as he told me to be quiet while the police searched for me.

He had disposed of her body in the bins.

He said mine was next.

The fear was unexplainable.
When the police had told me I could go-or they could drive me home after multiple checks – I didn’t want to go.
There was something so safe in the sterile white walls.

And something so familiar too.

It was the last time I saw Pete.

And I feel as if that was the time it truly hit me what had just happened.

I broke down and cried.

oK. Okay then. Sorry if any of that was inacurate. If anything bothers you, don't be afraid to say :)