I woke up in a bed. My first instinct was reaching for Pete. I reached out but the bed was empty so I sat up. All my memories from the night before rushed back to my aching head. I looked around my old room.
"P-Pete!" I yelled. I got up and ran to the bedroom door. I got it open and ran out into the kitchen "Pete!" I yelled. I felt hopeless and terrified. "Please" I sobbed "Pete!" What was the point? He wasn't here. "I adore you" I whispered.
"I worship you" my eyes went wide. I looked in the living room.
"Pete" I said. I ran to him and hugged him tightly. But, it didn't smell like Pete. And it didn't feel like Pete. I pulled away as some lights clicked on. Ethan laughed mechanically.
"I love you" he said in a mocking tone "I love you too" He pushed me backwards "Pathetic" I stared at him. I felt to weak to fight him. "You're mine Patrick, you're all mine. And I'm gonna punish you, all for leaving me. I was worried!" I felt my hands tremble "You don't get how worried I was! I wanna keep you safe and you left me!"
"Where's Pete!?" I yelled "Did you hurt him!?"
"He's asleep" he said. "I injected him with a tranquilizer. But, he's not here"
"Where is he!?" I yelled.
"The house" he said. Memories of him beating Pete flashed through my head. I looked at him with fire in my eyes. I looked over at the table "Now, you need to be good" he said "You're mine" I stared at the large needle on it. Tranquilizer. "Look at me when I talk to you!" he screamed. I glared at him. A surge pf confidence ran through my veins.
"Fuck you" I said.
"Excuse me!?" he yelled. I grabbed the needle.
"Fuck you!" I screamed. I slammed it into his arm and pushed the plunger down. He ripped it out of his arm after I'd gotten it into him. I punched him hard across the face. He slammed the needle in my arm and pushed the rest of the tranq. Then he passed out. I groggily made my way to a phone. I dialed Petes number.
"Hello!?" he yelled. My eyes were getting heavy. "Hello!?" he screamed louder.
"I-I adore, you" I whispered. I fell to the ground.
"Patrick!" he screamed. I dropped the phone and let the drug take over. And I prayed I woke up first.
