My Brothers Best Friend (Fall Out Boy FanFiction)

Part 12: Pete's POV

I can't believe she's cutting again. Wait, maybe she's not. I don't know for sure, I haven't seen her wrists. Wait. I haven't seen her wrists. She's kept them covered for the last couple weeks. Is she hiding them on purpose? I mean the evidence suggests that she is. Or was the bandana really a new punk rock fashion choice? I think not. Maybe she could pass of that excuse to Patrick, Joe and Andy, but not me.

Oh my god, Patrick. I have to tell Patrick. No, he'll confront Sammy. I need to tell Sammy that I know. But this would not be a good way to start off our relationship. Or maybe she'll stop cutting. I'm jumping to conclusions now.

Relax Pete, relax.

I finally decide to tell Patrick, and tell Sammy eventually. When the time is right.
I finished up in the shower and put on some sweat pants and a T-shirt. I walked out of the bathroom just as the guys walked into the bus.

"Hey guys." I said tiredly.

"Hey man!" Joe said a little to happily considering the time of night.

"You guys drink?" I asked.

"Only Joe had a little." Patrick said sitting down in the booth propping himself up on his elbow, leaning his head into his hand.

I nodded and sat down on the couch.

"I'm beat. I'm gonna head to bed, don't be too loud please. Night guys" Andy said walking back to the bunks.

"No promises!" Joe said jokingly.

"Night Hurley." I answered. And with that Andy disappeared into his bunk.

"Trick can I talk to you please?" I asked Patrick.

"You're talking to me right now aren't you?" Patrick said with a sarcastic smile, his phone screen lighting up his face.

"Trick." He looked up at me turning his attention away from his phone, "In private." I finished.

He nodded and followed me out to the side of the bus.

"Whats up Pete?" Patrick said putting his phone in his back pocket.

"It's uh, it's..." I stuttered, getting nervous if this was the right decision.

"Just spit it out Pete, I'm tired." Patrick said starting to sound annoyed. 

Now I was starting to panic.

"Oh n-n-no it's fine then, I cant tell you later!" I stammered. 

"Pete we're already out here just tell me."

"No, really, it's not uh," I was going to to say important, but it's anything but not important. 

Patrick groaned rather loudly, and grabbed my shoulders, "Pete!" He almost yelled, looking right into my eyes. 

"I think Sammy's cutting again." I blurted out. 

Patrick's grasp on my shoulders slowly released as his brain was figuring out what I had said. The expression on his face turned to complete disappointment, heartbreak, and fear. I don't blame him.

"No..." He breathed out. "No, you don't know that." He said looking back to my eyes.

"No you're right, I don't. But I'm pretty sure she is." I said looking right back into his eyes.

"How.." Patrick said, sounding more like a statement then a question.

"When I was taking a shower, I saw her razor on the side with one of the blades popped out." I told him.

He didn't say anything. He didn't have to though. His expression said it all. He didn't want to believe me, but he knows that I wouldn't lie about something like this. This was serious. He started tearing up.

"I have to talk to her." He barely whispered as he started to walk past me.

"No, Trick, you can't." I said grabbing his arm, stopping him from walking back onto the bus.

"What do you mean I can't? What am I supposed to do?" Patrick asked me, not sounding interested to hear my answer at all.

"Patrick I know, but-"

"No buts Pete. This is my sister we're talking about. I'm not just going to sit back and watch and let her go through all this shit again. She does not deserve this," He sounded like he was just about to loose it. " I can't loose her. Especially if this is something that could be prevented."

"I know Patrick. Honestly, I do. Just hear me out though. I really think that confronting her would just make it worse. You remember what happened last time." I told him, looking straight into his eyes so he knows I'm not kidding around.

After a few seconds Patrick turned around, faced the bus and rested his forehead against the cold metal on the side of the bus. He starting hitting it with his hands in fists, but not being loud enough to wake up the others.

After a minute or two of silence, I heard Patrick sniffling and letting out quiet weeps.

"Trick..." I whispered, walking up to his pulling him into a hug. He didn't really object to it, nor accept it. He just kind of stood there, with his head resting on my shoulder, letting it all out.

"I'm sorry Trick." I whispered. "I didn't want to tell you, but you deserve to know."

"I-I just don't, understand, w-why." Patrick said between sobs.

"I don't know either. But she'll get better. She did it once, She can do it again." I whispered, rubbing his back, still engulfed in the hug. "She's a strong girl."

"Yeah, she is." Patrick said.

"We stood there for another five minutes of silence letting Patrick calm down before we head back in the bus to go to bed. Jesus it was almost three o'clock in the morning.

Hey guys! Sorry this is a short chapter again, im trying to make all of them at least 800 words, I promise the next update on Tuesday will be better & 1000 words!

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