Remember Me For Centuries

Am I More Than You Bargained For Yet?

My head hurt. that was what I knew before even opening my eyes. but when I finally did open then I got more than I bargained for. I realized that I was intact not in Patrick's room, but in Pete's. I sat up in the bed and realized Pete was sleeping beside me and I had no shirt on, only my bra. I screamed out of surprise making Pete sit up and his eyes move to me beside all wide.

"what the fuck are you doing here?!" I yelled at him.

"me? what about you?" he said just as confused "where's your shirt?" he asked.

I backed off the bed. no, no, no this can't be happening. I just stood there looking at Pete in horror, I thought he went to his parent's house last night?

"whats this?" he asked then took my wrist in my hand and I yanked it away from him only to see the bruises myself. they looked to be in about the same pattern and size of finger prints. I felt more horror run through my body and I darted out his bedroom door.

"what the fuck?" Joe asked from the couch looking at me. "dude, you still don't have a shirt on"

crap, I didn't. wait. still?

Pete now came trough his room door sighing and holding one of his shirts which he threw to me.

"what the fuck happened?!" I yelled and Pete shushed me before going over to Joe and whispering something in his ear making him nod and get up. wordlessly the two were dragging me out the front door and down the apartment stairs.

"what the hell is wrong with you guys, what's going on?" I asked making Pete shush me again.

"we need to talk." Joe said once we were outside.

"sorry I was so disoriented and surprised this morning. do you remember anything that happened last night or early this morning?" Pete asked me.

"no." I said.

"well last night you were very drunk and you and Patrick disappeared into his room, thirty minutes later you came out, shirtless, screaming and crying." Joe explained.

"Andy and Amelia already went to bed when I came home at three in the morning crying to Joe, now there are bruises on your wrist from that bastard!" Pete said and Joe now picked up my wrist and looked it over.

"shit. Patrick wouldn't do this, would he?"  Joe said.

"those are finger prints, and I didn't touch her after we got in my room, how else could they of gotten there?" Pete asked Joe. I felt dread rise in my throat, Pete had to be right. "and why else would she come out of his room screaming and crying if he didn't hurt her?" Pete said angrily.

"didn't I say what was wrong when I was crying to you?" I asked Joe.

" no, I tried asking what was wrong but you wouldn't answer." Joe shrugged.

"I'm going to kill him!" Pete said beginning to turn back to the stairs to undoubtedly go back inside and murder Patrick, bit Joe stopped him by grabbing his shoulder.

" shouldn't we just ask him first and see if he remembers anything?" Joe said calmly.

"even if he does remember hurting her he would just lie about it." Pete said.

" let's just give the guy a chance" Joe said.

"fine. but if he lies I'm kicking his ass." Pete said and Joe sighed as we headed back in the apartment.

Joe knocked on Patrick's bedroom door roughly.

"wake up, we need to talk." Joe said sternly.

and we waited for a moment until a shirtless, blue boxer clad, hatless Patrick answered his door. he rubbed his glassesless eyes and then stared at me.

"why are you wearing Pete's shirt?" he asked then looked at Joe and Pete who looked pissed. " what's going on?" he asked.

"you know damn well what's going on." Pete said.

"I really don't. all I know is my girlfriend is standing in front of me with your shirt on" Patrick said back to him.

"really? there are bruises on her arm and she came out of your room crying last night." Pete hissed.

"how would you know? I thought you went to your parents last night? I don't remember what happened last night, but I wouldn't hurt her. " Patrick was getting very pissed very quickly.

" you had to of. she came to me in tears not saying what it was about shirtless and sobbing!" Joe argued.

"shirtless?!" Patrick said angrily looking at me.

"yeah, because of what ever you did to her. I came home and stopped her from crying on Joe, who fell asleep on the couch instantly. she was drunk, it was late and I didn't want her to go back to your room in case you tried to kill her again, so I let her crash with me." Pete said.

"I didn't do a fucking thing to her! and since were playing the accusation game it seriously looks to me like yours was spot on yesterday!" Patrick screamed at Pete. I felt tears in my eyes. Patrick had just called me a whore too. I watched as Pete's already fisted hand came up and crashed into Patrick's face making me squeal. I was now crying as Patrick fell on the floor.

"you know what? you two are fucking nuts!" Joe yelled and put his arm around my waist and led me to the door.

"what the hell are you doing?!" Pete yelled at him.

"I'm taking this poor girl home before either of you can fuck her up any more than you already have. I was bawling, I didn't know what to do or say.

"what's going on out here?" any asked as him and Amelia appeared in the living room.

"guys, can you follow behind us, I'm taking Paige home." Joe said and they both looked confused but nodded.

"wait." Amelia said and led me into the bathroom.

"switch me shirts so your parents don't ask questions" she said and we did. Joe was waiting on me as I came out of the bathroom and Joe, Andy, and Amelia and I walked out the door.

"I don't know what's wrong with them, Joe said driving my car as I cried quietly. "I expected the moodiness out of Pete, but not Patrick. you shouldn't listen to either of them, your a good person." Joe said, I could tell he felt awkward about talking to me and probably didn't know what to say, but it did make me feel better.

"thanks Joe." I said wiping the tears from my eyes.  I wasn't sure If I would ever want to talk to any members of fall out boy again after this.