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Desolation Row

Sugar We're Going Down

Mikey covered his ears as he heard another loud thud coming from down stairs. A scream quickly followed as he began to silently plea that Gerard was ok, that their dad hadn’t gone too far again. He hated it when his dad was like this. Come to think of it, he hated his dad most of the time; he didn’t need to be drunk to act like a total dickhead. The house fell silent; the only sound came from the trudging footsteps which slowly made their way up the stairs and towards Mikey and Gerard’s room. Mikey froze on his bed, his eyes locked on the door in fear as the footsteps stopped outside the door. His heart stopped. “Dad?” He whimpered. The door flung open, revealing a dishevelled Gerard, a hand covering his left eye as he limped towards his bed. “Saved your arse” He muttered coldly as he collapsed on the bed. Mikey looked away, feeling the guilt washing over him as he watched his bruised and beaten brother curl up onto his bed. He was right. If he just cleaned up the kitchen when he got home, his dad wouldn’t have gotten mad and started throwing punches.

“I’m sorry” he murmured, glancing over at Gerard’s limp body as he stared up at the ceiling, his right eyes red and bloodshot and his lips trembling. He said nothing, refusing to look at his brother. “You know just because Dad treats us like this, doesn’t mean you have to take it out on Frank, he cares about you Gee” Mikey said, almost pleading him to respond. Gerard groaned, turning his face to the wall, he wasn’t in the mood for this shit right now. He closed his eyes, holding back the tears as he drifted off to sleep.

******
Pete pushed open the double doors to the art corridor and walked down towards the lockers at the end. His mind wandered from one quick thought to the next as he slowly made his way down the corridor, occasionally glancing up at the giant canvases which were sprawled across the walls; displaying the highest quality of student work. A warm smile crept onto his face as he thought back to last weekend; the day Patrick asked him out for a coffee. He giggled quietly to himself as he thought about him, how perfect he looked that day with the way he smiled and the way he....

He quickly shook his head, shuddering as he realised what he was doing. He couldn’t have feelings for Patrick! They had known each other for years and he was seeing Lacey. He sighed, resting his head against the cold metal of the lockers; I wish it wasn’t so complicated. He’d never feel the same for me. He opened his locker, shoving his bag inside and slammed it shut, the loud band echoing down the hall as he ran his hands impatiently through his hair; guilty thinking of Patrick. If it was anyone else, he would have made a move months ago. But this was his friend, his best friend. He couldn’t risk losing him.

A pair of hands suddenly shoved him hard against the lockers, startling him. He quickly turned round, curling his fingers into fists as he found himself staring into the beautiful blue eyes of a mad woman; Jane. He rolled his eyes. “For fuck sake Jane what do you want?” He spat, he hadn’t forgotten what she did to Lacey. Sure she was his bit of fun, but he still liked her and that bitch had no right to break her nose. “I’ll say it once and once only, back off from Patrick” She sneered, anger danced in the pools of her eyes as she inched her face closer to Pete’s. He threw back his head, laughing as she began to blush; this wasn’t going the way she had planned in her head. “I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about. Me and Pat are just friends” Pete said, grinning at her. She lashed out, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt; her lips now merely an inch away from his. She looked into his eyes, watching him squirm in her surprisingly strong grip. For a moment, she sensed the fear in him, it flickered for a second in his eyes, only for a moment, before it vanished; leaving only anger in its wake. “I know what you people are like. You’re going to use him up and spit him back out like he’s nothing, just so you can get your dirty queer leg over” She whispered sweetly.

Pete snapped, shoving her off him. She fell back hard against the floor, hurting her arm. She whipped her head back up at Pete, grinning at him with an evil smile. “I’d never treat him like that!” Pete shouted his hands shaking as he tried to control himself. Who the fuck did she think she was? She didn’t even know him! She struggled to her feet, dusting the dirt off her denim dungarees as she continued to smile back at Pete. “How’s about I cut you a deal? You stay away from Patrick and I’ll make sure yours and Lacey little secret about baby Wentz doesn’t get out?”She purred, gently pushing a lock of black hair out of his eyes. Pete quickly raised his hand, how could she possibly know about that, preparing to smack her across the cheek when he stopped. This would ruin him. If this got out, it would ruin his friendship with Patrick, he just knew it. He sighed, nodding his head bitterly as he turned away from her. “Ok, just please, leave my personal life alone” He replied, glancing back over his shoulder to see her nod, laughing as she turned around and walked back down the corridor.

He waited until she was out of sight before slamming his fists against the locker, tears stinging in his eyes as he realised that she had ruined everything.

******
Patrick waited in the courtyard, the summer breeze blowing softly against his grey Bring Me The Horizon shirt as he waited for his friends. He smiled as he watched Pete walk outside, noticing how cute he looked in his black skinny jeans. Pete quickly walked past him, ignoring his friend as he noticed the smile quickly fade from his face. “Pete? Pete wait up” Patrick called out, running to catch up with him. Pete slowed down, sighing heavily; he didn’t want to do this, it was breaking his heart. He caught up to him, a large smile beaming on his face as he opened his mouth to speak. “Pat I can’t talk to you... I’m sorry but I can’t” Pete interrupted, looking guiltily at the floor. Patrick stood there for a moment, shocked by the sadness in his voice; this was serious. “I don’t understand...” he started, trying to catch his friends eye, determined to find out what was going on but Pete shook his head, silencing him. Patrick reached out to him, his head struggling to make sense of all this. What had he done to upset him? All he had ever done was try to be his friend and make him happy. Pete snatched himself away from him, watching the hurt flicker in his friend’s eyes. “You need to talk to that psycho friend of yours” He cried bitterly, quickly walking away from him as he gazed up at the clear blue sky, holding back the tears as he felt his heart beginning to break.

Patrick stood there for a moment, almost stunned by Pete’s sudden outburst. What the hell had Jane said to piss him off like that? He turned and walked out of the school gates, following the floods of school kids as they ran into the open arms of the warm summers afternoon; non uniform days always seemed to make them crazy. He rested against the tree just outside the school, his eyes shot down to the ground to hide his tears as a dull, aching pain rose in his chest. Is this what a breaking heart felt like? He looked up, a figure catching his eye. He watched as Mikey walked out of the school gates, storming off down the street. “Hey Mikey” He called out. Mikey turned, raising his middle fingers at him, his face red with anger. “Fuck you Patrick!” He shouted, turning away from him. Patrick froze, dumbfounded by this. “What’s wrong?” He called out timidly, unsure of what to say. Mikey ran at him, Pete noticed his eyes were red and bloodshot, his lip trembling as he raised his fist at him. Pete raised his hands, eyes growing wide with fear as his friend lunged at him; preparing to take him out. Suddenly he stopped, breathing heavily as he struggled to regain control of himself. “Ask your fucking girlfriend” he shouted, jabbing him hard in the chest. Mikey stepped back, running a hand through his hair as he quickly walked back in the opposite direction, tears spilling from his eyes.

Patrick took a deep breath, unable to hold back the tears anymore. He fell against the wall, sliding down onto the damp grass beneath him; his world had fallen apart. Everything he that had meant so much to him was gone, ripped away before he could even try to stop it. He quickly wiped his eyes, calming himself down as he watched Gerard catch up to Mikey, wrapping his arms around his brother; flashing Patrick a scornful look of hatred over his shoulder as he and Frank led him away.

******
Patrick took a final swig from his beer bottle before throwing it to the curb, shattering it all over the pavement. Darkness had finally fallen and as the town clock struck midnight, marking the official end of the day, Patrick found himself lost amongst the endless rows of houses. He staggered from one side of the road to the next, his vision blurring as the street lights began to flicker, shining down upon his red eyed and tear stained face. He didn’t want to be seen. He just wanted to switch off the pain, the nagging never ending heart ache which tugged away inside his chest.

He reached out and grabbed hold of the railings that surrounded Jobbers Park, its cold touch sending a chill through his body as he looked out into the park. The faint glow of the streetlights flickered in the distance as the park grew still, staring back at Patrick with a menacing stare. He shook his head, trying to silence the frightening images that had suddenly projected inside his head. All those movies about the killer hiding in the dark or in the woods had finally gotten to him. He edged back, his nerves getting the better of him as he felt himself walk into someone.

He spun round, falling against the fence as he tried to see who was behind him. It was Jane. Her long blonde hair fell loosely down the back of her leather jacket, barely covering her as she stood there, shivering in her red dress and long black boots. “Hey Pat” She said, smiling sweetly, leaning down to help him. She wrapped her hands gently round his arm only for him to quickly snatch it away, a sneer forming upon his face. She stepped back, her smile fading as she watched him scramble to his feet. “Stay the fuck away from me” He growled, beckoning at her as he slurred his words; he knew he shouldn’t have drunk this much but he didn’t care anymore. What more could he possibly have to lose? Her face crumpled, he had never seen her look so hurt before. “Pat...” she started, her voice pleading with him as tears began to well up in her eyes. Patrick shook his head. “NO! You don’t get to call me that! You’ve ruined my fucking life Jane!” He screamed, beating his hand against his chest. He hated the sight of her. He could feel the anger rising up inside him. Had she of not been a woman, he wouldn’t think twice about giving her what she deserved.

Jane lowered her head, trying to hold back the tears. She didn’t want to lose him, everything she had ever done, was for him. She just wanted to make him happy, to make him see that they had to be together. “I did this for you” she muttered miserably, her damp eyes focused sharply on the pavement, not daring to look up. “You did this for me? Exactly how is making me lose my friends, my fucking best friend about me? No Jane, this was about you. It’s always ever been about you” He spat, stumbling forward. She grabbed hold of him, trying to keep him up. “You’re not thinking straight...” She started, feeling him rip away from her, his head shaking. She could see the anger, the hurt, in his eyes and it killed her to see him like this. He needed to understand that she cared about him, how much he meant to her. She couldn’t keep it to herself anymore; she just needed to tell him. She took at deep breath, her eyes watching Patrick as he steadied himself against the railing. “I love you Patrick” She said, not taking her eyes off him.

Patrick laughed. Suddenly everything made sense, why she treated his friends so badly, why she had stopped Pete from talking to him; she was obsessed. Pete was right, she truly was sick. The thought of him tugged hard at his heard, silencing his laughter. He whipped his head round to face her as she flashed him a hopeful smile. “I’ll never love you” He growled, his hands curling into fists. She burst into tears, pleading with him, assuring him that it was the drink, that he wasn’t thinking straight but he was tired of listening. She threw herself at him, desperately trying to kiss him as tears trailed down her broken-hearted face. Patrick recoiled, punching her in the jaw and knocking her to the floor. She glanced back up at him, her reddened eyes wide with shock as she gingerly pressed her fingers to her trembling lip, snatching them away and saw the blood trickling down her hand.

“It’s Pete! It’ll always Pete over you! Stay the fuck away from us or I swear to god I’ll do something I’ll regret” He roared, turning his back on her and storming off, not looking back as she crawled her way to edge of the curb; her sobs growing louder as he left her alone in the dark.

Notes

Is this really the reason why "Jane" has gone on a murderous rampage or is there dark secret being kept by one of the boys?

Feel free to Rate/Comment or Subscribe to my story- there's still plenty more to come! xxx

Comments

@mindchemicals
Don't get too sad- I'm planning to write an alternate ending to this story, it's a shocker x

ThatGeekJess ThatGeekJess
4/17/14

whyyyyy nooo, no one can die, well jane sure as hell can, but not one of the guys! why would you do that to our poor little hearts!??

mindchemicals mindchemicals
4/17/14

@mindchemicals
Thanks :) x I'm glad your enjoying it x

ThatGeekJess ThatGeekJess
4/15/14

Damn that was so worth the wait!! :)

mindchemicals mindchemicals
4/15/14

@frommars
Thank you so much! :) xxx

ThatGeekJess ThatGeekJess
4/15/14