Don't Tell

Chapter 5:Panic! On The Tour Bus

Andys pov

"Woah, woah, woah. Slow down, Patrick," I snapped. He sounded panicked when he called me. "What happened?"

"He was gonna kill her! I had to stop it. She said she knew him. She didn't say from where! Long story short, Carly was mugged and she doesn't look good."

I almost dropped the phone. "Where are you?"

"Not that far,"

"Where. Are. You."

"Andy, calm down. We are literally around the corner. She said she was coming back when he attacked her."

"Thanks," I hung up and slipped on my shoes.

"Woah, Andy. What's got you so fidgety?" Pete asked as he walked out.

"Care to come and find out?" I asked, squeezing my fists together.

"Actually, Yes," he slipped on his shoes as well.

We ran out and around the corner, "Patrick?" I called.

"Over here!"

We rounded the next corner and saw them. Patrick was kneeling over Carly. She looked bad. I don't mean messy hair and a few bruises bad, I mean beaten and bloody, bad.

I ran over to them. She looked at me and that's when I realized I was crying.

"Andy," she wheezed, "I'm fine."

"Look at yourself," I nearly screamed, "Listen to yourself! You're beaten and bloody. Your voice is barely audible! You call yourself okay?"

She just stared at me. She looked guilty.

I gave her a soft stare. "You don't actually think this is your fault, do you?"

She looked down and nodded.

I pulled her into a soft hug, not caring about the blood that wiped onto my shirt. "Listen to me," I pulled away. "This Is not your fault. Why would it be? These things happen. How can you control it? How could you control the actions of other people?"

"I-I can't."

"Exactly," I smiled at her.

I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Patrick get up and run away from the entire scene. Carly watched him go.

"Where's he going?" She asked.

"He did watch you almost get killed. He is probably really stressed. He should be back at the bus." I smiled.

"If he's stressed, then he can't be alone," Pete gave me a look, "You know how he is. We don't need anything bad happening to him. I'll go back."

Carly tensed. The look on her face was pure terror.

"C'mon lets go get you checked out," I said to my little sister.

Patrick's pov

She's delusional. She probably doesn't even mean it. She's probably just lost it. She didn't mean to kiss me back.

But the other part she told me, that awful news. You could tell that it was 100% true. The hesitations, the look in her eye as she answered my question. It was all true. You could tell.

I ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I grabbed my blades from where I hid them in the cabinet.

"Patrick?" Shit. Pete.

"Patrick, where are you?"

I didn't say a word. I placed the small metal thing on my arm and made three deep-ish gashes. I proceeded with the other wrist.

"Patrick, open the door!" I guess Pete figured out what I was doing.

"Patrick! Now!"

I reluctantly opened the door. My face began to run wet with tears.

Pete pulled me into a hug. "She'll be okay,"

"I know," I muttered. "I-I know,"

"Patrick, what's bothering you? You look as if you've seen a ghost,"

"It's nothing,"

"It's something,"

"She told me something... I can't say,"

"Patrick. You can say and you will," Pete shot back.

"She made me promise not to say! Don't you get it?"

"No. Enlighten me,"

"Pete, I care about her. More than I should. I love her and she is ashamed of herself. She shouldn't be. I just need her to see that."

"First of all, CALLED IT!" He winked, "Second, Why would she be ashamed?"

"Promise you won't tell her that I told you. And DO NOT tell Andy,"

"Cross my heart."

"She said that the guy that attacked her raped her."

"Oh..."

"She thinks it was her fault. I don't see how it is."

C'mon, 'trick. Andy took her to the emergency room if you wanna go."

I nodded and he grabbed my wrist. I winced.

"Patrick, you need to stop this."

"I know I just don't know how."

He led me back into the bathroom and cleaned and bandaged my wrists.

"Patrick, give me he blades."I shook my head.

"Patrick..."

"Fine!" I handed him the box of bloody things.

He opened the box. "Holy shit 'trick! How many do you have?!"

"I lost count after 18."

He pulled me into a hug. "We are here for you, Trick. Don't forget that."

"I won't." Deep down I know I would.