Keep Holding On (Pete Wentz) Finale

Dreams coming true, one of the best things in the world, and this time supposed to be some of the happiest time of my life. But as push comes to shove, my luck (that I never have) seems to have run out. You see, this guy that works at DecayDance decided that torturing me was for his very own amusement.

And by torturing, I don’t mean teasing, because teasing I can handle, I mean, I live with two immature guys, teasing is a given. What I’m talking about is him grabbing my wrist so hard that I have a bruise the size of Texas on it in the morning. I couldn’t tell Pete about this though, he had already done so much for me, and I didn’t want to become a burden.

I had gone back to my old ways of wearing wristbands to hide the rather large bruises. I knew that Kris was becoming suspicious, I mean, the only other time I wore wrist bands was when I was trying to hide the cut marks that I had made the night before.

I sat at the small table in the recording room, tapping a pencil to my own beat. The guys and Kris went out to get lunch, but I was too lazy to go with them, so I sat there, alone and bored out of my mind. I heard footsteps and turned around quickly to see one of the producers walk into the room.

Sure he was good looking, blonde hair and dull blue eyes, but he was really not my type. Too preppy, but I guess that’s his prerogative. Jesse was your regular California surfer, too stupid to realize that he wasn’t wanted.

I had been recording with Kris, James, and Kevin for a little over a week now, and this guy has the nerve to hit on me, even though I have told him quite rudely that I wasn’t interested.

“Hey Nikki,” he smirked at me.

“Hi Jesse,” I said uncomfortably.

He walked over to me and leaned in close, too close for my comfort. He tried to get closer, but I stood up and walked briskly to the door. Before I could turn the handle, his hand grabbed onto my wrist, holding me in place.

“Let go Jesse,” I snapped through clenched teeth.

“I don’t think I will,” he cooed into my ear, I tried to pull away, but he just gripped my wrist harder then before.

I didn’t like where this was going, if there was one thing I knew, it was that I didn’t want to give this pervert my kissing virginity. That’s right, I’m a virgin, in both ways people.

Before he could do anything more then bruise my wrist, Kris and the guys came back with the food. Jess immediately let got of my wrist and smiled at them in a kind way, as if he hadn’t been sexually harassing me just minutes before.

“Hey guys,” Patrick chirped as he handed me my food. I smiled at him gratefully before looking at Kris with a pleading look.

“I have to go to the bathroom, Nikki, come with me,” she said, grabbing the wrist that had a bruise on it.

I gasped and jerked it away quickly before following her out of the room. She walked into the large bathroom, me following closely behind. Right after the door was shut, she spun around and stared me down, Kris is a really sweet person, but she can be really good at interrogating people.

“What’s going on, and don’t say ‘nothing’ because I can read you like an open book,” she demanded.

“It’s Jesse-,”

“What’d he do?”

“He’s been hitting one me, and I’ve told him multiple times that I’m not interested, but he doesn’t seem to be getting the message!” I yelled.

“Kevin is so going to kill him!” Kris said with murder in her eyes.

“No!” I yelled quickly.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” she demanded.

“You can’t tell them! They are already overprotective!”

“Well then I’ll tell Pete, I don’t want you working with some pervert! And I’m pretty sure that Pete doesn’t want that either,” Kris suggested.

“No! Then he’ll think I’m some sort of baby!” I whined.

“Fine, but you are not, under any circumstances going to stay here when you are alone,” Kris answered after a minute of intense thinking.

“Deal,” I said, sighing in relief.

“Come on, we need to go finish this song tonight, I think Pete’s getting a bit antsy,” she joked with a small smile.

Kris made sure that she was alone with Pete that night, she had to talk to him, so when everyone else went back to the apartment to sleep, she hung back with Pete.

“Pete, can I talk to you about something?” she asked hesitantly.

“Of course,” Pete replied with a smile. He sat down on the couch and motioned for Kris to sit next to him, “What do you wanna talk about?”

“Nikki,” she blurted. He shifted slightly, his eyebrow raised in question.

“Go on.”

“Well, she doesn’t want you to know what’s happening…you see…she’s being harassed-,”

“By who?” he demanded, his face turning cold.

“Jesse-,” she was once again, cut off.

“That bastard!”

“I know, but Pete you have to let me explain! He’s been making passes at Nikki for a few weeks now…and he’s hurting her, her wrists have huge bruises on them…” Kris said sadly.

“Why didn’t she tell me?” Pete asked just as softly.

“I think she doesn’t want to become a burden, even though I know she isn’t one.”

“I’ll fire him, he’s not going to lay a hand on my girl,” Pete said through clenched teeth.

“Your girl, huh?” Kris mocked playfully.

Pete blushed but nodded his head.

“Don’t worry, I think she likes you too,” Kris confided. “But you can’t let her know that you know about Jesse…fire him, but say that he stole money or something.”

“I will, and thanks for telling me.”

“No problem, I want to see my best friend smile again,” Kris said with her own weak smile.