Pete Wentz a Father? ~EDITING~

Pete Wentz A Father? - Dont Move

Patrick's pov -

I was about to run to Pete's side to make sure he was ok, "DONT MOVE", The lady suddenly screamed, "nobody.....move".

I didn't know what to do, "ok ok...", I held my hands up in defeat.

"Ah well thats better isn't it", she brushed the hair out of her face, "Now. The money".

"Money?", I questioned.

"Pete failed in bringing me the money, that is why he is on the floor", She gestured over to Pete, "I assumed since your here you've brought the money for him?".

"Ah....the money", I stalled, "what did you need it for again".

I needed some time, time to think and plan but not too much since Pete wasn't doing so good.

She sighed, "you see Patrick our money troubles have got us in to some situations, not that you'd know about money troubles with your rich and famous lifestyle", her voice filled with rage at the end of her sentence. As she spoke I slowly made my way forward doing my best to stay calm, if she noticed me she'd kill me. "and well you're little Skye is the solution to all our problems".

"So you want our money to fix your problems", I spoke carefully moving even closer.

"DIDNT I JUST FUCKING SAY THAT!", She shouted pointing her gun at me, causing me to freeze to the spot.

She was psychotic.

"Ok ok, Im sorry", I paused for a moment. Pete looks like he's in bad shape and I need to get him and Skye out of here quickly, "what situations are you in.... Maybe we could help you".

"No! Just give me the money!".

"Ok I'm coming to give it to you now......ok", I walked forward slowly, my heart was beating so fast I felt like I was going to pass out.

I was close to her now, I pretended to take something out of my back pocket as I advanced, "HURRY!".

I quickly grabbed the hand that was holding the gun and held it up to the skye, she quickly kneed me in my stomach trying to shake me off. No way was I letting go of this gun, I tightened the grip around her wrist causing her to drop the it. I kicked it back behind me to make sure she couldn't reach it.

"FUCK YOU", she lunged at me knocking me to the floor, throwing punches at my face.

"Patrick!", Skye screemed.

I tired shoving her off but she wouldn't budge, all of a sudden I heard a gun click behind me.

"G-get off....", The woman got off me with her hands raised in defeat, I turned round to see Pete pointing the gun towards her. He looked so weak and his shoulder was pretty messed up.

I took this as my chance to call the police.

We'd done it.

Skye's pov -

Tears filled my eyes as I watched Pete being driven away in an ambulance, "he'll be ok", Patrick reassured me.

"Its all my fault", I cried even harder into Patricks chest, "you even got hurt". i looked up at his face, that woman had done some damage.

"Don't worry as soon as I'm patched up ill looked exactly the same as I did before", he smiled and hugged me.

"Ok....".

"And its not your fault Skye, trust me", Patricks phone suddenly started to ring, "One sec Skye". Patrick walked over to the side whilst I gave my statement to the police officer.

"Skye", Patrick called over.

He looked worried.

"What?".

"Its Molly.... Shes gone into labour!".

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