Don't Tell

Chapter 9: One Awkward Silence

Petes Pov

"PETE! GET YOUR ASS UP!!" Andy screamed from the other side of the door. I could hear Carly arousing Joe.

"Why?" I asked in a sassy tone.

"BECAUSE PATRICK MIGHT BE DEAD!"

I shot up and raced to the door. "I swear, if you're fucking with me,"

"Does this look like I'm fucking with you?" He handed me a sheet of paper and I almost dropped to the floor at what it said.

I got out of my room and went into Patricks. There was a trail of blood leading to the window and Patrick was nowhere to be found.

I heard Joe gasp from behind me. "Pete," He said. It was then that I realized that I was crying. Sobbing even. I was about on the same level as Carly. She seemed to notice that. She ran up to me and engulfed me in a hug. I rocked her back and forth, or was it the other way around?

Andy placed his hand on my shoulder. "We'll find him,"

"Alive?" Carly questioned.

Andy opened his mouth to reply, but he closed it. It was as if he had lost hope.

"Call Sarah," Carly blurted out.

"Why?" Andy asked. Sarah was Patricks best friend, besides me. They had been friends since he was four. Carly had gotten really close with her as the band got bigger. Patrick begged her to come on tour, but she insisted that she shouldn't go.

"Because she's his best friend. She needs to know."

"I don't want to scare her," Andy pushed.

"Call. Her." Carly stated.

"Okay,"

I sat there, not letting go of Carly as Andy called her. She lived in Chicago, which is where we are. I don't know if she'd help us or not.

"Okay, okay," Andy breathed into the phone, "It's okay. He's gonna be fine. Sarah, listen. You need to calm down. We are gonna find him, and this bastard will be put behind bars for the rest of his life. I swear on my life."

I heard Carly let out a sigh as she leaned into my chest. Her breathing became irregular as she began to sob. "Shhh, it's okay. I promise, he'll be fine."

"You don't know what he's capable of."

"Who?"

"Aaron Smith. The guy who kidnapped Patrick. a The guy who... you don't know,"

"I do,"

"You do?" She asked

"Patrick told me. He was worried about you." I shuttered as I remembered the blood dripping from his wrists.

"What?"

"N-nothing,"

We listened to andy until he ended the call. He hung up and we all stared at him, "She's coming," He smiled weakly.

Carly began to sob again, "Hey," Andy looked at her, "He's gonna be fine."

"No, he isn't. Aaron Smith is more than just a rapist. He's a serial killer. I was lucky. He let me go. He didn't do that much. I watched him kill. I watched him slit a throat. He was threatening me. He said that if I didn't do what he wanted, that I would be added to his 'collection'. He never loved me. All he wants to do is kidnap, rape, kill. The cycle repeats itself over and over until every girl is left beaten, bruised..." She paused, "Dead. And there is no doubt in my mind that he will kill Patrick before you can say his name,"

I stared at her in shock. "We need to get to him before that happens.

Carly looked down, "Knowing Aaron, I think it already has."

--a/n--

OH MY GOD ITS BEEN SO LONG!!! Sry loves ❤️ I have no inspiration for Rekindle the spark. I'm gonna put that story on hold for a while. IVE GOT IDEAS OUT THE WHAZOO FIR THIS ONE THO😂 lol I got a laptop and a keyboard for xmas. NOT TO MENTION A SHITLOAD OF BAND MERCH!! Ima update this tomorrow maybe but it's three am and I'm tired af. Hope you all had a great Christmas.

I love you my carcrashovercastyoungbloods

-Emily aka foblvr