The Beauty Behind The Psycho's Creation

Immortals

(Patrick's POV)

Come on, come on and let me in. The bruises on your thighs like my fingerprints.

I couldn't even read that part without blushing. How was I supposed to be able to sing it in front of an audience during concerts or performances? It wouldn't be so bad if there weren't actual bruises on my thighs from his fucking fingerprints! I'm pretty sure he'd held me tight enough to leave the actual print. Like a criminal being forced to leave his fingerprints after being arrested.

Because that's what Peter was... a criminal. He'd come in last night and stolen the smidgen of self resistance I had against him. Yes, I had been drinking. But I wasnt drunk enough to not know what I was doing. Pete found me at a weak point and I wanted him. So I'd made a mistake.

I couldn't allow myself to make that mistake again. Especially after the way he'd hurt me. Even after the hiatus, I put full trust in him. And he threw it away like week old pizza. Wait, bad example. Pete would still eat that week old pizza. Having sex with him put me ten steps back. Now I was too aware of him. When I woke up this morning I couldn't even move. I was so angry. He'd woken up right after me and I left. Locking myself in the bathroom. And then he went and bragged about it for a fucking song. That was the problem with Pete. He couldn't keep a secret. And loose lips sink ships.

"We're going to head out." Joe snapped me out of my Pete induced revelation.

"You guys will be back tomorrow?" I akded.

"Yeah. But I have workout training the day after." Andy flexed his arms dramatically. I laughed.

"Me too."

"You don't work out, dude." Pete rolled his eyes at Joe.

"Yeah, but I just don't feel like working on a Sunday." He admitted.

"Neither do I!" I agreed with Joe. "So we won't meet on Sundays."

"Good, Bye Patrick!" They headed for the door. "Don't forget to email Kay back about that Disney offer."

"I won't! Bye dudes."

Apparently when Joe said we, he only meant him and Andy. Because Pete closed the door behind them and walked to sit down on my couch. How do you nicely tell someone you want them to get the hell out of your house? I walked around the couch and sat down on the opposite side. As far away from him as possible. He smiled at me. I frowned.

"So, how do you feel?"

"Excuse me?" Was he being serious.

"I'm serious, Patrick. We uh, I got pretty rough last night. And I wanted to make sure-"

"I'm fine!" I snapped. I didn't need a replay of last nights events. I kept getting them in my head already. And some of them were in slow motion. Oh god!

"Sorry." He muttered.

"Pere," I said more softly. "Why are you here?"

"I wanted to spend some extra time with you."

"Why?"

"I missed you."

I'd missed him too. Well before yesterday. We also took a few months away from each other after tour. It helped us not want to kill the other members. Seeing someone all day every day could really take its toll on you. Especially when you used to have a sexual relationship with that someone.

I got up and walked to the kitchen. I needed a drink. A stiff one. I had too much on my mind. I poured a coffee cup full of alcohol and walked back to the living room to face Pete. I couldn't look him in the eye after what happened last night. I don't know how he was acting so normal about it. I crossed my legs and winced. I hope he didn't notice. Slowly, I sipped my drink. I didn't know what to say. I wasn't going to tell him I missed him back though.