Better Off As Lovers (A Patrick Stump FF)

14. Jet Pack Blues

Two weeks later Olivia's POV
I checked my messages and saw Pete sent me a message. I opened it.
Pete: This is from Patrick.
There was a music attachment and I clicked it. It read,"Jet Pack Blues."
Patrick wrote me another song, and instead of making me smile, this on made me cry.
"Baby, come home. Baby, come home," He sang.
I texted Pete back.
Me: Thanks.
Pete: Please. We all miss you, Olivia.
Me: Patrick really made me mad.
Pete: Everyone's love hits rough patches. Grow up, Olivia. You need him, and, quite frankly, he needs you too. He's not himself. He's f*cking screwed up.
Me: ?
Pete: He's suicidal.
I dropped my phone and stopped breathing. Patrick was trying to kill himself. Oh my God! No, no, no!
I called Patrick's cell. He picked up.
"What," He slurred.
I gaaped. "Are you drunk!"
"No."
"I'm coming. Tell Pete to pick me up."
I heard Patrick tell Pete. I hung up and pulled on a black tee and jeans and my black boots. I brushed my hair and teeth. I was grounded for sneaking out last time. Here we go again.
I climbed into Pete's car. He smiled at me and I bulkeled up.
"Patrick's freaking stupid! He's drinking," I yelled.
Pete stayed quiet.
I looked over at him. "What?"
"Me and Willow broke up."
I looked at him. "I'm so sorry."
"I am too. She cheated on me."
I gasped. "Really?"
He nodded. "Really."
"You can find someone better."
Pete laughed. "I hope."
He raised his hand up and I saw a large scar on his stomach.
"What is that," I asked.
"Nothing," He said.
I frowned. "What is it!"
"My way of dealing."
I began to tear up. "Everyone is trying to kill themselves."
Pete looked over to me. "I'm sorry."
I shook my head. "Just not ever again."
He placed his hand over his heart. "I swear."
It was an hour before we got to Patrick's house. I remembered that house.
I ran out of the car and into his room. He was laying on his bed. Sober.
"Olivia!" He looked at me.
I began to tear up when I saw the cuts on his wrist.
"Why," I asked him.
He looked away and sat up in his bed. I sat beside him and saw how deep the cuts were.
"I'm sorry," was all he said.
I pulled him into a hug. "I'm sorry. I over reacted at the airport."
He pulled back and kissed me. He pushed me down and layed me down on the bed.
"My mom is so going to kill me. I'm a rebel," I said.
Pat laughed and leaned over me. Slowly, he placed his lips on mine. He bit my bottom lip. I gasped and we deepened the kiss. I've missed him so much. I will never let him go. Ever. I love him too much.