Does It Have To Be This Way?

The Part With No Title

*A/N: I just don't have a title idea. xD Also, this chapter may be the longest one.*

-Patrick-

I didn't like the idea of making Brendon somewhat of a hostage, our hostage. I didn't even like doing what I did to Jared, it truly frightened me. Sure, he's evil and everything but that doesn't give me a right to hurt him.

"Get over it, dude." Pete rolled his eyes.

Oh yeah, he can hear everything I'm thinking if he wants to listen.

"Sorry..." I mutered, not actually sorry. Though, clearly, Pete was really annoyed with me.

"Not necessarily with you a hundred percent, just your little annoying innocence." Pete sighed while making his way to the kitchen. When he walked back in the room I saw that he was holding a knife in his hand. I knew where this would be going and I couldn't let it happen.

"What? Pete, no." I tried taking the knife from him but he shoved my hand away and stepped back a few feet.

"Look man, the little bastard is gonna-" He tried walking around me but I took a step back, still standing in his way of Brendon.

"Patrick, move."

I shook my head.

"Pete, we're not going to hurt our friend."

He rolled his eyes again and started tapping his foot.

"Look at what he did to you! Look where Ryan and Dallon are!"

I turned away and looked at Brendon before looking down at my tormented body that was still healing itself. Pete had a point, I was hurt and Ryan and Dallon were in the hospital. But none of that meant that I wanted to hurt Brendon, nor did I want to witness anyone hurting him. Especially Pete. He terrifies me more than anything when he's causing pain to others. I looked at him to avoid the memories and shook my head again.

"No, Pete. No. There's... There's something off about Brendon being 'evil'."

Boy. You sure do enjoy rolling your eyes, don't you?

"What would that be?" He was gritting his teeth now.

Yep, you're frustrated with me.

"Well, earlier he said 'Thank You', remember?" That was what threw me off anyway.

-Pete-

There are times when I want to just grab Patrick by his bleach blonde hair and punch him senseless. The kid fucking drives me insane yet we all know that I can't hurt the little shit. I'd lose my best friend. I'd lose my baby brother. I sighed and put the knife on the table, assuring him that I've changed my mind about using it. I'm not stupid, though. I still have a pocket knife in my jeans, thankfully he didn't notice.

"Patrick?" Brendon tried opening his eyes, tried to wake up, yet he couldn't manage to keep his eyes open for a couple of minutes. When realization set in he began squirming in the chair.

"Pete? Patrick?" He looked at us, eyebrows slowly pulling together. He actually looked... a lot more terrified than I thought he would.

-Patrick-

We made our way over to Brendon. Pete leaned against the table, crossing his arms while I stayed standing beside him.

"Hey, Brendon." Was all that slipped my mouth. I don't think asking him questions this soon was a good idea. Though, of course, Pete thought otherwise.

"Why did you do it? All of it?" He glared at Brendon. Brendon stopped squirming and just stared at us, his mouth was partly open.

"D-Do what?" He stammered. He looked a lot like a kid that was being forced to go on a huge roller coaster or something. Pete and I exchanged another confused look before focusing on him again.