One Maniac at a Time

Secrets, Secrets

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Pete's POV

I dropped Tara oof at school, she some breakfast, she acted normal.  I couldn't figure her out.  I drove to Trick's house.  I get out and open the door.

"Hey," Andy said, he and Joe got there early.

"Hey, guys I need your help." I said.  Patrick looks worried.

"It's Tara, I think she has an  eating disorder." I said.  Joe's eyes widen.

"But she's already so skinny.  How do you know?" Patrick asked.

"She barely eats, and last night she ran to the bathroom and threw up, I think she was purging, and I don't know what to do." I explained.

"How about this Friday we have a dinner together?" Andy suggested.

"I think that might work." I said.

"Guys, will we ever return from hiatus?" Joe asked quietly.

"Just a little more time." Patrick assured.

"We'll get there, we could never leave forever." Andy smlied.  

"So see you guys Friday, six o'clock?" I said.

"Yeah." They said.  I left and drove off, I wasn't with Bronx today, I missed my little guy, what would I do without him?  I am so tired, Starbucks stop time.  I looked at my phone.  There was a missed call from Tara's school, crap.  I called.

"Hello?" A female voice said on the other side of the phone.

"Hi this is Pete Wentz, father or Tara Wentz, you called me is everything okay?" I asked scared as a barista called my name, and left their number on the cup, slick.

"Um, Mr. Wentz, I think it would be best if you came to school, we'll gladly explain but Tara will most likely want to go home." She said I was scared.

"What happened?  Is she okay?  Did she get hurt?" I asked, my anxeity was kicking in fast.

"Please calm down sir, we will explain." She said and hung up.  I got into the car racing to the school.  I enetered and signed in.

"Mr. Wentz, I'm Mr. Gronsman, the school psychologist and guidance counselor." The guy looked pretty young, he had darkish hair and blue eyes, his skin was kinda pale.

"Where is Tara, is she okay?  Why am I here?" I demanded, I was worried sick.

"Mr. Wentz, I am fairly concerned about your daughter.  Some girls told me they were worried she was engaging in some self harming rituals." He said.  I felt everything get cold and hot all at once.

"I've been concerened but who are these girls and do you have any proof?" I asked.

"Unfrtuatenly yes.  We asked her to open her locker, razor blades spilt out.  She claimed they weren't hers and said the girls who reported her had put them there and went into hysterics.  I am deeply concerned for her well being and believe she needs professional help." he said.  

"Can I see her?" I asked.  He led me to a small room and unlocked it.  It was all padded like in an insane assylum, they kept kids in here?  I saw her weeping on the floor.