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I can’t believe Pete did that to Joe. I can get through him hurting me, but not my Joe! Now I know for sure that there are no feelings left in me for that… creep! (For lack of a better word.) I would kill him right now if it weren’t for the fact that Joe thinks that we should tell the police. Trials are so… drawn out. I just want that fucker dead now! I can’t see how I deserved it but Joe sure as hell didn’t. Sure he had problems with drugs but who hasn’t had similar issues? Joe kisses my cheek. He whispers that he loves me. I smile. In spite of everything going on, those three words flowing out of his lips will always make me smile.

“I love you too…” I hug him tightly.

He hugs back and sighs “I’m so stupid.”

“No you aren’t…”

“Yes, I am. I was stupid enough to believe him. And that gave him the chance to hurt you. I just didn’t want anyone to know that I was so weak…” he frowns.

“But you’re not weak!” I frown “He forced sleeping pills down your throat. What could you do? Nothing!”

He smiles and hugs me “I meant it Patrick. I really, really love you.”

I smile back “And I really love you too…”

He softly kisses my lips.

We decide to get some rest.


…Pete shoves himself into me. My screams are unheard. Once he gets me so tired I can’t move, he moves over to the other bed in the hotel room. I lazily turn my head to the side to see what he’s doing. I see him crouched over Joe with a maniacal grin. He shoves his length into Joe who screams with tears rolling down his face. My heart sinks and I too begin to weep. Then he picks up a knife and raises it above Joe. I scream.

I’m shaken awake.

“Baby, wake up!”

I’m covered in a panicked sweat. Tears are pouring out of my eyes and without my glasses my vision is blurred. I am held close to someone chest. I hear Joe’s familiar heart beat. I steady my breath and rub my eyes. He hands me my glasses. I look up at him and hold him tightly. Looking around the room, I see Andy, Mark and him. He’s just sitting there pretending to care. But I can see that he’s slightly pleased.

“Why’s everyone in here?” I ask slightly annoyed.

“Because we could all hear you screaming. Clearly something was wrong.” Pete says.

“Was your dream about… last night?” Andy asks.

I nod “Kinda…”

Mark frowns “You need anything? Something to drink?”

I shake my head “I had a bad dream I can get a drink myself.”

“He was just trying to help baby…” Joe says softly.

“I know! I’m sorry…. It’s just… I’m not porcelain like everyone thinks! I’m not even the youngest and I’m treated like it…”

Andy frowns “Patrick… we don’t think your porcelain. Anyone would be stress and need some help after something like that.”

I nod “Sorry…”

Mark smiles “It’s fine Patrick…”

Pete looks over at me “If you need to talk to anyone, I’m here. I am your best friend.” He smiles.

Joe’s grip tightens on me. I can tell he’s trying to restrain himself.

In response I just sigh.





We get into the elevator to get into the bus.

“If you need me to, I’ll carry something for you Patrick.”

“I’ve got it.” Joe growls.

He shrugs “Whatever. We should really calm down the hostility Joe, Patrick is stressed enough.”

I roll my eyes “Just shut up, I can’t get my stuff its one damn bag!”

We get in the bus and go to our next venue. To be honest, I’m not sure I’m really up to singing on stage. Joe says I wont have to worry about it, he’s got it covered. I have no idea what he’s talking about but, he’s never wronged me before so…

Pete lays down in the back room and Joe gets Mark and Andy to sit at the table with us.

“Ok, we have to tell you guys something…”

“You’re going to tell us that Pete raped Patrick?” Andy asks, “Because we already put that together.”

“How?” Joe asks.

“Because you wouldn’t let Pete anywhere near Patrick.” Mark says.

”And the things he said had double meanings...” Andy adds.

Joe smiles “Well ok, since you guys are up to speed, we aren’t going to Boston. We’re taking him to the jail here in New York. It happened here so he has to get arrested here.”

They nod “So distract him and such?” Mark asks.

Joe nods “Yeah…”

Joe calls the police and they tell us to drive outside the station and they’ll come in and arrest him. We obey. The police open the door and walk to the back room where Pete is sleeping. We hear him struggle, but they get him out in handcuffs. He curses and screams at us. When he’s locked up we get a protection order. And its suggested that I attend counseling. Andy Joe and Mark agree. I sigh and say I’ll go, even though I’d rather be strangled.

We walk back into the bus.

“I can’t believe that because of Pete, we’re postponing the tour again.” Andy says.

“We need a bassist which we no longer have.” Joe shrugs.

“Well, you do lead guitar anyways.” I tell Joe, “And… I can play bass…”

“Well we’ve at least got to postpone tonight’s. We wouldn’t even make it on time and Patrick… you need to relax and rest some…” Joe replies.

I nod in agreement. I am tired, and quite sore.

“But ya know… until you guys find a proper bassist…” Mark blushes “I uh… I can play bass.”

Andy frowns “You never told me that!”

“You never asked.” He says simply.

“Well there ya go Mark can do bass.” Joe frowns “I’m hungry…”

“Me too.” I admit.

“Then let’s stop for food, yes?” Andy says.

We nod in agreement.

Yay look at me, I have a piece of paper to protect me against Pete! ...... I’m screwed.