Devil child (petekey)

Chapter twenty four

'Oh my god thank motherfucking Satan I thought she hadn't been able to get you guys out or something!' Mikey sighed loudly in relief running over to the others who had just arrived.

'Are we allowed to see him?' Ray asked. As Pete just wordlessly wrapped his arms around Mikey and let the tears shamelessly fall down his cheeks.

'No' Mikey whispered.

'I'm so sorry Pete, this is all my fault!' Mikey burst into tears.

It was very quiet but in the background of this sudden emotional breakdown a small 'so it really can happen!' Was heard from behind followed by a squeal of pain as they were elbowed in the ribs. Pete turned around to see Ray with a face of disapproval aimed at Andy, who was holding his arm to his side and scowling back at him. Pete rolled his eyes. The twats.

'P-Pete you t-told me and I-I-I fucked uppp!' Mikey gasped out between sobs. Pete started gently patting Mikey's back until his arm became rigid. He was right. It was his fault.

'Did you ever think to listen then Mikey? Huh, decide to ignore your ego and pay attention to someone else for a change?' Pete spat and Mikey instantly recoiled.

'Pete...' Ray tried.

'Shut the fuck up Ray, I'm not talking to you!' Pete practically screamed making a silence fall upon the waiting room who were now listening intently to the drama.

'I didn't know Pete, I never meant for this to happen!' Mikey wailed.

'Well it did, and it's all your fault!' Pete screamed. 'Patrick gets enough shit without you trying to kill him!'

'Pete... I'm sorry, I really am. I never wanted this. I wanted him away from you, sure. But not dead! I didn't fucking starve him! He did that all by himself!' Mikey cried again. Anger building up inside him.

'You disgust me, I hate you! I wish I'd never even met such a horrible piece of shit!' Pete shouted and Mikey flinched.

'Please... Pete...' Mikey tried a calmer approach.
Trying to grab hold of Pete but he pushed him away. A little too hard, Mikey crashed down to the floor. An ugly red burn where Pete had shoved him.

He hissed in pain.

'Oh man up Mikey I thought you were supposed to be the scary one, the badass, the mysterious one. YOU'RE JUST A FUCKING WIMP YOU WANT MY ATTENTION WELL NOW YOU'VE FUCKING GOT IT! Don't worry Patrick's out of the way... ON HIS DEATH BED!' Pete screeched.

'Pete stop.' Ray said firmer this time putting a hand on his shoulder but he was pushed off as well, with less force this time only stumbling back a bit.

'Why should I stop? He needs to understand that he can't just go around pretending he's all scary like when really he's the biggest coward out of all of us!' Pete yelled. Ray opened his mouth to explain but someone got there first.

'Omg is that the Mikey Way?' A stranger muttered.

'I think it is!' Someone gasped.

'Get the children away Margaret I do not want little Jimmy getting hurt! He's already got a bad leg!' Another whisper shouted in alarm.

Soon the room was full of whispers and mutters that Pete just couldn't understand until he had had enough.

'What is wrong with you people! I'M DONE!' He yelled marching out towards the door. Slamming hard into it as he realized it was a pull door, not a push. He then walked back, pulled the door open and held his head high as he left, he had gotten a nose bleed. What a great exit.

He walked around the corner and slumped down against the wall. He leant his head back desperate to stop the pounding in his head and sort everything out. Why did Mikey have to be so complicated?

'Excuse me are you okay?' A man asked smiling down at Pete.

'Yeah, I'm fine don't worry about me.' Pete laughed gently just wishing to be alone.

'You don't look fine, come on come with me let's get you cleaned up.' He said holding out a hand to Pete who took it graciously and followed the stranger to his car. This was wrong, so wrong but quite frankly he didn't even care anymore.

'Thank you so much.' Pete said as he climbed into the passenger seat. 'I'm Pete by the way.'

'Frank.'

And that was the last thing Pete heard before a handkerchief was held to his mouth and darkness plagued over him.

A/N that door thing is literally me like omfg. I'm sorry this is short and I'm a horrible person!