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Frank's POV
As I left the house I could feel my heart cracking. I know I had fucked up and I had hurt Secret. She was right I had hurt her so many times in the past yet time after time she had forgiven me. She had taken me back after every fuck up but I just couldn't help the betrayal I felt. Pete is supposed to be my best friend. I am supposed to be able to trust him.
I could not stop the images running through my mind. I could see them together. I could picture her moaning as he pounded into her. Anger boiled within me, consuming me. Hatred coursed through my veins. I wanted nothing more than to smash his fucking face in. To break his fucking jaw while he begged and pleaded for my forgiveness. The more I thought about it the angrier I got.
As the anger overtook me and every sensible thought went out of the window I made a last minute decision. I took a sharp left and slammed on the gas pedal as I headed in the direction of Gabe's house. Once I got there I barely took the time to park as I bolted from the car and slammed my fist against the hard wooden door. Pete opened the door with a look of shock etched across his face.
"F-Frank I-I...."
I grabbed him by the shirt and shoved him into the house. I slammed his back against the wall.
"Frank please I-I...."
"Shut the fuck up! How could you do this to me?!"
"I'm sorry Frankie."
"You're sorry?! You're fucking sorry?! Fuck you Pete! You are supposed to be my best friend!"
"Frankie, I am. Please just listen to me."
I couldn't stand to hear his fucking voice anymore. My fist connected with his jaw. Blood spurted from his lip, his head bounced off of the wall.
"Frank, please don't do this."
I hit him again this time knocking him to the floor. I kicked him as hard as I could in the ribs then straddled his chest, pinning him beneath me. I lay punch after punch to every inch of his face. His eyes, his nose, his jaw. He squirmed and fought to get away but I refused to let him up until he lay nearly unconscious in a pool of his own blood.
That's when it hit me what I had done. It made me sick as he lay there coughing and spluttering. I hadn't meant for it to go this far yet here he lay begging and pleading for me to stop. I was shocked at my own actions. I climbed off of his broken body and crouched beside him.
"Pete? Fuck Pete, are you okay?! Get up!"
"F-Frank p-please. c-can't b-breathe."
"Oh god, Pete! Please god no! Please get up!"
He coughed and spluttered more as he was unable to catch his breath. I panicked and scooped him into my arms then ran back to my car. I shoved him in the passenger seat then jumped in the car and sped off toward the hospital. I ran every traffic light and stop sign driving way over the speed limit in an attempt to get there faster. Once the emergency department was within my view I sped into the lot where I hastily parked in front of the door. I scooped Pete's limp body into my arms and ran inside.
"Please help him! He can't breathe!"
A nurse ran to my side with a gurney.
"Calm down sir and tell me what's wrong."
"I-I....he can't b-breathe."
"Lay him down on this gurney."
I lay his body down and she rushed him through a set of double doors. I followed her to a room where she began checking his vitals.
"He's stopped breathing." She muttered as she fled the room only to return a minute later with a team of doctors and nurses.
"Start CPR now!"
"Get a crash cart in here!"
My heart dropped into my stomach as I watched a nurse shove something down Pete's throat while another hurriedly hooked him to different machines.
"Sir, I need you to go to the waiting room."
"No! Please help him! Please don't let him die!"
"We are doing all we can but you have to leave."
"I-I...."
Defeated, I made my way to the waiting area where I sank into a seat. My body was trembling, my heart was pounding, and my mind was racing. I was terrified. What if in my fit of rage I had killed Pete? What if I had murdered my best friend? I rubbed my face in my hands and froze as I felt the sticky, wet substance smear across my face. I looked at my hands to see they were covered in Pete's blood.
My stomach lurched and I dashed for the bathroom where I expelled the contents of my stomach into the closest toilet. I sank to the floor as the tears began to streak my face. I hadn't meant for this to happen. Regardless of what Pete had done I still love him and he did not deserve this.
I shakily climbed to my feet and trudged to the sink. I washed my face and hands then returned to the lobby. I didn't know who to call first as I scrolled through my contact list. After a few minutes I settled on calling Secret.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
"F-Frankie?"
"Secret, I need you to come to the hospital."
"Why?! What happened?! Are you okay?! Is it the twins?!"
"I'm fine. The twins are fine. Please just come as soon as you can."
"Okay. I am on the way." She replied then hung up. I sighed as I closed my phone.
Twenty minutes later Secret crashed through the emergency room doors.
"Frankie, what happened?! Who is hurt?!"
She sat beside me and I collapsed into her arms sobbing. She held me to her chest and rubbed soothing circles into my lower back.
"Shh baby, please tell me what happened."
"I-I....I was so m-mad and I-I.....I h-hurt him."
"Who Frankie?! Who?!" I only gripped her tighter and sobbed harder.
"It's okay Frankie, shh. Just tell me who baby."
I glanced up at her through my tears to see her concerned face. She gently wiped my tears away with her thumbs. I took a deep breath then spoke.
"P-Pete." I croaked. Secret froze.
"Oh god! Is he okay? What happened?"
"I-I don't k-know! I'm so s-sorry! Please forgive m-me!"
"It's okay, calm down. This is my fault, not yours."
"N-No, it's mine. I did this. Oh god, please let him be okay!"
"Shh, he'll be okay. Shh Frankie."
"Wentz family?" Both of our heads snapped up to see a doctor standing before us.
"Yes, that's us." Secret confirmed.
"We have moved Mr. Wentz into his own room now. You may see him if you wish."
"Is he okay?"
"He has suffered massive injuries to his right ribs and right lung as well as minor injuries to his face and the back of his head."
"Oh my god! Please tell me he's going to be okay."
"I believe he is capable of making a full recovery but it will all depend on how well his lung heals. When his ribs were broken one pierced his lung which made it hard from him to breathe and ultimately stopped his breathing altogether. However, we were able to revive him but he is on a ventilator which is helping him breathe. He will not be able to speak but he will wake once the medicine wears off."
"May we see him now?"
"Yes, follow me."
As we followed the doctor to Pete's room a feeling of dread settled into my chest. I had killed Pete. He had stopped breathing because of me. Now, I could only hope he was strong enough to live.
xo britt
As I left the house I could feel my heart cracking. I know I had fucked up and I had hurt Secret. She was right I had hurt her so many times in the past yet time after time she had forgiven me. She had taken me back after every fuck up but I just couldn't help the betrayal I felt. Pete is supposed to be my best friend. I am supposed to be able to trust him.
I could not stop the images running through my mind. I could see them together. I could picture her moaning as he pounded into her. Anger boiled within me, consuming me. Hatred coursed through my veins. I wanted nothing more than to smash his fucking face in. To break his fucking jaw while he begged and pleaded for my forgiveness. The more I thought about it the angrier I got.
As the anger overtook me and every sensible thought went out of the window I made a last minute decision. I took a sharp left and slammed on the gas pedal as I headed in the direction of Gabe's house. Once I got there I barely took the time to park as I bolted from the car and slammed my fist against the hard wooden door. Pete opened the door with a look of shock etched across his face.
"F-Frank I-I...."
I grabbed him by the shirt and shoved him into the house. I slammed his back against the wall.
"Frank please I-I...."
"Shut the fuck up! How could you do this to me?!"
"I'm sorry Frankie."
"You're sorry?! You're fucking sorry?! Fuck you Pete! You are supposed to be my best friend!"
"Frankie, I am. Please just listen to me."
I couldn't stand to hear his fucking voice anymore. My fist connected with his jaw. Blood spurted from his lip, his head bounced off of the wall.
"Frank, please don't do this."
I hit him again this time knocking him to the floor. I kicked him as hard as I could in the ribs then straddled his chest, pinning him beneath me. I lay punch after punch to every inch of his face. His eyes, his nose, his jaw. He squirmed and fought to get away but I refused to let him up until he lay nearly unconscious in a pool of his own blood.
That's when it hit me what I had done. It made me sick as he lay there coughing and spluttering. I hadn't meant for it to go this far yet here he lay begging and pleading for me to stop. I was shocked at my own actions. I climbed off of his broken body and crouched beside him.
"Pete? Fuck Pete, are you okay?! Get up!"
"F-Frank p-please. c-can't b-breathe."
"Oh god, Pete! Please god no! Please get up!"
He coughed and spluttered more as he was unable to catch his breath. I panicked and scooped him into my arms then ran back to my car. I shoved him in the passenger seat then jumped in the car and sped off toward the hospital. I ran every traffic light and stop sign driving way over the speed limit in an attempt to get there faster. Once the emergency department was within my view I sped into the lot where I hastily parked in front of the door. I scooped Pete's limp body into my arms and ran inside.
"Please help him! He can't breathe!"
A nurse ran to my side with a gurney.
"Calm down sir and tell me what's wrong."
"I-I....he can't b-breathe."
"Lay him down on this gurney."
I lay his body down and she rushed him through a set of double doors. I followed her to a room where she began checking his vitals.
"He's stopped breathing." She muttered as she fled the room only to return a minute later with a team of doctors and nurses.
"Start CPR now!"
"Get a crash cart in here!"
My heart dropped into my stomach as I watched a nurse shove something down Pete's throat while another hurriedly hooked him to different machines.
"Sir, I need you to go to the waiting room."
"No! Please help him! Please don't let him die!"
"We are doing all we can but you have to leave."
"I-I...."
Defeated, I made my way to the waiting area where I sank into a seat. My body was trembling, my heart was pounding, and my mind was racing. I was terrified. What if in my fit of rage I had killed Pete? What if I had murdered my best friend? I rubbed my face in my hands and froze as I felt the sticky, wet substance smear across my face. I looked at my hands to see they were covered in Pete's blood.
My stomach lurched and I dashed for the bathroom where I expelled the contents of my stomach into the closest toilet. I sank to the floor as the tears began to streak my face. I hadn't meant for this to happen. Regardless of what Pete had done I still love him and he did not deserve this.
I shakily climbed to my feet and trudged to the sink. I washed my face and hands then returned to the lobby. I didn't know who to call first as I scrolled through my contact list. After a few minutes I settled on calling Secret.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
"F-Frankie?"
"Secret, I need you to come to the hospital."
"Why?! What happened?! Are you okay?! Is it the twins?!"
"I'm fine. The twins are fine. Please just come as soon as you can."
"Okay. I am on the way." She replied then hung up. I sighed as I closed my phone.
Twenty minutes later Secret crashed through the emergency room doors.
"Frankie, what happened?! Who is hurt?!"
She sat beside me and I collapsed into her arms sobbing. She held me to her chest and rubbed soothing circles into my lower back.
"Shh baby, please tell me what happened."
"I-I....I was so m-mad and I-I.....I h-hurt him."
"Who Frankie?! Who?!" I only gripped her tighter and sobbed harder.
"It's okay Frankie, shh. Just tell me who baby."
I glanced up at her through my tears to see her concerned face. She gently wiped my tears away with her thumbs. I took a deep breath then spoke.
"P-Pete." I croaked. Secret froze.
"Oh god! Is he okay? What happened?"
"I-I don't k-know! I'm so s-sorry! Please forgive m-me!"
"It's okay, calm down. This is my fault, not yours."
"N-No, it's mine. I did this. Oh god, please let him be okay!"
"Shh, he'll be okay. Shh Frankie."
"Wentz family?" Both of our heads snapped up to see a doctor standing before us.
"Yes, that's us." Secret confirmed.
"We have moved Mr. Wentz into his own room now. You may see him if you wish."
"Is he okay?"
"He has suffered massive injuries to his right ribs and right lung as well as minor injuries to his face and the back of his head."
"Oh my god! Please tell me he's going to be okay."
"I believe he is capable of making a full recovery but it will all depend on how well his lung heals. When his ribs were broken one pierced his lung which made it hard from him to breathe and ultimately stopped his breathing altogether. However, we were able to revive him but he is on a ventilator which is helping him breathe. He will not be able to speak but he will wake once the medicine wears off."
"May we see him now?"
"Yes, follow me."
As we followed the doctor to Pete's room a feeling of dread settled into my chest. I had killed Pete. He had stopped breathing because of me. Now, I could only hope he was strong enough to live.
xo britt
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