"911 what's your emergency?"

"Hi I'm Pete Wentz and my boyfriend is getting abused by his father. I don't know what to do, he doesn't want me to tell anyone. But I just can't anymore." I said putting my head in my hands.

"Sir, where does he live?"

"182 wrestler drive 48890 the blue house on the left two streets above the beach." I said right as I heard the front door open.

"Pete? Your ma said she'd be back soon!" Patrick yelled walking up the stairs.

"Hold ok baby I'm naked don't come in yet!" I said running and locking my door.

"We're sending someone right over. Keep your boyfriend safe." I smiled.

"Thank you so much." I said and hung up the phone. I got up and unlocked the door to see Patrick standing there with tears in his eyes.

"Who where you on the phone with?" He asked.

"Patrick," I grabbed his hands bringing him to my bed. "This relationship isn't going to have any lies or secrets. I was on the phone with the police, I turned in your dad." Tears rolled down Patricks cheeks but no sobs came out.

"Why?" Patrick whispered. "Now I have no family, no job, what about Candy Corn?" I grabbed Patricks shoulders.

"You have me, I won't leave you." I said kissing his forehead.

"Pete, I have no one."

"You never had anyone Patrick you dad, he wasn't family! Are you blind?" I yelled and then Patrick pulled his knees to his chest. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to yell."

"Pete, he was the closest to family I'd ever get."

I shook my head and kissed his cheek.