Ship; Patrick/Brendon
Words: 777

*Beebo's POV*

"'Trick? Are you home?" I called, shutting the door.

There was no answer. I set my bag down and walked through the house to the bedroom.

"Hello?" I asked quietly opening the door.

"Go away..."

I saw him on the floor, a knife in hand and tears in his eyes.

"Oh my god, Baby," I rushed over to him and pulled the knife from his hands, "Are you okay?"

Patrick glared at me and pulled his arms away from my gentle grip, blood gathering at the new scars, "Does it look like I'm fucking okay?"

"Patrick what's wrong, Baby," I asked, "You can tell me anything."

"I saw you with Ryan! Don't fucking lie to me!" He shouted, "You're such a fucking player!"

I was confused, "W-What?"

"Don't play dumb! I saw you two kissing," He yelled as he wiped the tears from his eyes, "Am I too broken for you, huh? Is that it?"

"Baby, he was drunk. He kissed me," I said with a smile, "It's nothing."

"It's nothing? Bullshit!" He yelled, "Get out of here I never want to see your face again!"

I sat speechless, "'Trick, Baby..."

"Get out of here you fucking whore!" He yelled. I stood up and backed away, the knife still in hand.

"Give me my knife," he demanded.

"No, Baby, I'm not gonna let you hurt yourself." I said, "I love you, call me if you need me."

I left the house out the front door and ran my fingers through my hair, stressed. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I'm so stupid I couldn't believe I didn't break away! Ryan was drunk and he just kissed me and I was so shocked that I didn't break away at first.

I went straight to Dallon's house and welcomed myself in the door.

"Woah, Brendon, I uh-" he was on the couch on top of a girl.

"I'm gonna be in the guest bedroom, Patrick's pissed at me. I don't care how loud you are, just don't bother me." I said, my mind was a mess.

"O-okay..." Dallon said before I left and shut the door to the guest room. My back slid down the door and I felt the tears rise to my eyes.

I took out my phone, wiping my tears from my eyes and saw a text from Patrick.

Patrick: Did you mean it...

I bit my lip before replying

Brendon: Yes he was just drunk.

He didn't reply right away. Maybe it was just because I was so impatient for him to reply but it seemed like hours before Patrick finally did.

Patrick: I'm scared

Brendon: Why are you scared baby

Patrick: I'm scared you're going to break my heart...

Brendon: why would I break your heart?

Patrick: I heard rumors that you had cheated on people in the past...

Brendon: their just rumors. I'm loyal to you.

Patrick: Are you sure...

Brendon: Of course baby. I love you so much. Id never cheat on you.

Patrick: Im sorry... For not listening...

Brendon: it's alright. I understand. Can I come back? I'll make it up to you... I'll make you feel so good.

Patrick: No

Brendon: ?

Patrick: I don't want to have sex with you. Not now...

Brendon: okay, that's alright. We can just hang out k?

Patrick: okay...

Brendon: Ily I'll be right over.

Patrick: ily too cya

I put my phone in my pocket and wiped my tears before standing up and leaving the room. Dallon and the girl were in his room. I could hear the moans and it gave me the tiniest bit of a boner.

I left through the front door and walked back to Patrick's house. He was there on the front porch, tears in his eyes, scars on his arms.

I sighed and ran up the steps before embracing him, "I'm so sorry, Baby."

"It's okay..." He whispered.

I pulled him into the house and immediately sat him down on the couch where I kissed his lips and down his shoulder, nibbling here and there before reaching his scars. He recoiled his arms but slowly gave them back. I kissed every one of his newly cut scars.

"I'm so sorry, Bren..." He said, choking up again.

"Don't cry, Baby, just don't ever do it again. I hate seeing you like this... It hurts," I said as I kissed another one of his scars and wiped his tears.

"Okay..." He whispered. He buried his face in my chest before so laid back and let him lay on top of me.

"I love you..." He whispered.

"I love you, too." I replied, running my fingers through his hair.