Face Down ✓ | Patrick Stump

Chapter Twenty Four (Part One)

Sorry guys, but I've only planned two more chapters. (Including the epilogue, and three if you count Ch. 24 part 2) This will be one of the last chapters of this story. There will not be a sequel.

Dedication to frnkieromustdye. You've deserved a dedication for a while now.

The one thing we can never get enough of is love.

And the one thing we never give enough of is love.

*6 hours earlier*

What had I just done?

"Holy shit, are you okay?" Patrick threw the box he was holding into Pete's arms and dashed to my side. I didn't say anything as I dropped to my knees. Patrick put his hands on my shoulders. "Skye, are you okay?" I continued to sink to the ground.

He turned around "Pete! Do something!" He screamed frantically. He kneeled down and looked me in the eyes with his own tear-filled ones. "Skye, please say something. Are you okay?" He whispered.

"M-my mom." Was all I could manage to get out.

"What about her?" He frantically questioned me. "What did she do to you?"

"S-she was h-here, and s-she-" I breathed. I didn't know what to say.

Pete returned with gauze and some medical anti-biotic wipes or something. "You're not cut deep enough to go to the hospital. Just talk to Patrick as I clean you up. If it hurts, just squeeze my hand."

"I-I was watching my siblings, and they said s-someone was at the d-door. I opened it and s-she was standing t-there. I slammed the d-door but her foot was there." I said in one breath, as I began to slowly rock back and forth.

"Shh, it's okay, you're okay, she's gone. Calm down. What did she do?" Patrick moved out of Pete's way so he was sitting beside me, with an arm draped over my shoulder.

"S-she was b-blaming me for the d-death of my D-dad. We were screaming and she p-pinned me to the wall and held a knife to my throat." I had tears beginning to form in my eyes. "I'm a monster," I whispered.

"You're not a-"

"Yes I am!" I interrupted. "I-I'm not done! She let go of me and I-I pushed her against the w-wall. I-I let her fall and I just started k-kicking her. I couldn't s-stop. I thought of all the times s-she did it to me and it felt.... G-good. I'm a terrible person. I practically t-threw her out of the window. I'm awful-"

"Hey". Patrick interrupted and I looked up at him through my tears. "I'm proud of you. You stood up to her. You did it out of self-defense. I hope you scared her off." He leaned over and pressed his lips to my forehead. "You're so strong. I'm proud of you."

I managed a small smile as he pulled me in closer. "Thanks." I winced as Pete cleaned up my neck. He quickly wrapped it in gauze and started cleaning my hands.

"You're all good now. I'll go talk to your siblings, if they heard anything, they're probably terrified." Pete stood up.

"Just don't teach Ryan any more curse words," I called after him.

He turned on his feet. "That was one time!" He whined before running off.

"Typical Pete, huh?" Patrick said.

I turned so I was facing him, and he put his other arm around me and pulled me onto his lap. I burying my face in his chest as I let out a breathy laugh. "Yeah, he's a great influence." He whipped my tears and kissed my forehead once more.

We sat like that forever, with him constantly kissing my forehead and telling me how proud of me he was. If I could go back and freeze time, I would go back to that moment. I could hear his heartbeat skip a beat every now and then, and feel his warmth radiating off of him. I never wanted to move. I lifted up my head to plant a soft kiss on his lips. I broke the silence that had surrounded us for so long.