I lied, posting it today. Enjoy.

Pete walked out of his meeting, he'd been stuck in meetings all day. It was now close to midnight. He turned on his phone to see a bunch of texts and missed calls from Patrick.

From: Stumpanator
Baby, come home.

From: Stumpanator
I need you. I can't be alone

From: Stumpanator
Please, please Pete, I need you.

From: Stumpanator
Baby, come home. Please baby, come home. I need you.

From: Stumpanator
Please Pete, I I can't do this on my own.

From: Stumpanator
Please Pete, I want to fight this, but I'm just not strong enough. I need help, please, I'm desperate, I don't want to give in, but I know I will without someone here. Please come home baby.

The rest of the texts were similar to these. Pete checked his voicemails, he only had a few, all from Patrick. His voice sounded desperate, and he was sobbing into the phone, pleading Pete to "just come home, and stop him before he does something stupid." Pete slipped his phone into his pocket and flat out ran to his car. He rushed to Patrick's house, not entirely sure what he'd find.

I cried writing this..