5. | Oh Negative | PeteWentz |

Recap:
I placed a firm hand onto my hip. "What brings you here?" I managed to get a hold on my nervousness about Pete being in my room. For now anyway.
"I wanted to talk about a few things..." He trailed off...`
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Sarah's POV.
"I'm waiting." I strongley incouraged, throwing my bag by him to land on the floor.
His oval face fell, as he lifted his arm to place under his chin. Pete's eyes were fixated strongly into my wall. It scared me to see how consintrated he was...it looked as if he was reading something.
"You know what.." His voice boomed in the room, making me flinch, and stumble off the bed.
"Oh my bad." he chuckled arogantly, as I felt the rush of horrid red fill my cheeks.
Suddenly I felt someone grib me hand, and pull me violently out the window.
"AHH! YOU COULDN'T USE THE DOOR?!?" I screamed, noticing Pete's hand still intertwined with mine.
He ignored me, snapping his face down to see what I was looking at.
"Ohh.." He mumbled, pulling his hand to himself, as he began quickly walking down the road.
"So where are we planning on going?" I raised my eyebrow. "You know, I'mnot impressed you decide to be nice to me, and accept me as your friend, and then practicaly save my life, AND THEN disapeer to who knows where for 2 weeks. Don't think I'm going to rush into your arms, because I won't. Don't you dare think I give in that easy, you know .. what you did is terrible, you're lucky I'm even here with you. You know, why am I here?! If I was stronger, I'd be stomp-"
I felt a pinch in my arm, as I wipped around to face Pete (who obviously had to be the culrpit). But, it wasn't a normal pinch. It kind of felt like I was iternaly bleeding, my skin underneath where I had been pinched began to warm up. My whole arm was burning, the flames were rising, as I felt screams release eerily from my throat. Then, ice blew over the flames, creating extreme pins and needles. It felt exactly like the time Macy's dog had bit me.
I screamed, and cried. "Pete! Pete! Help! MY ARM MY ARM! Help! Oh please Pete, help me!" I broke down into tears, as I could barily see Pete through my watery vison. It felt like a car window in the rain -- except the wind shield wiper was broken.
Pulling my hands threw my eyes, I had to check Pete's exspression. His jaw was completley shocked. Stunned; flabergassed.
"Help meeee!!" I cried, grasping tighter onto my arm, as the flames and ice gre higher and higher into pains.
FLASHBACK-----------------

"Leave now.." Macy bellowed, her eyes beat red.
I only ran out the door out of frustration. I only slipped the keychain into my pocket because I wanted to get out of there faster. Everything seemed a blur, a motionless blur. My lungs began dry as I raced down the yard, trying to boost my strength to hop the fence. I just wanted to get out of there, I didn't want to relive the pain of not having a friend again. I wanted to forget I ever had one.
The keychain began to freeze in my pocket, as I reached the end of the yard. Just as I was about to reach the fence, a huge rotwiler snarled closer and closer to me, sloshing it's own saliva violently. I tried to run, to hop the fence, but the kaynine was too fast. It was too smart. Too strong.
It caught a hold of the cold object in my pocket, and began clenching it's teeth deeper and deeper into my ripped jeans pocket. Shoving it's head away, I forced my head to look at the window. Maybe Macy was watching, maybe she could get some help. I saw her in the window, watching; contently.
It hurt to see her so happy. Anger rushed over me, like a see full of red. The waves crashing intently around, knocking people in, swallowing them whole. I began to see red. But then I relised, it was because of my hand I had just wiped over my head.
The cut felt like fire. Worse than fire. Stronger than hate. Colder than ice. Prickier than pins and needles. Worse than any kind of pain you could exspirence in the world. I screamed bloody murder, that was a calm way of putting the pain. It was like no other pain I had felt in my life.
I didn't know what to do. I couldn't run, I couldn't save myself. No one was around because it was so early. I cried out for Macy desperatly, but all I could hear was the plesant sound of birds chirping. How could they be so happy when I was dieing in pain.
Then, I awoke in someone's arms. It was a scary thing for a 6 year old. I didn't like being held by someone I didn't know. But the pain -- the pain was gone. Their hands were so rough when they stroked my arm, reassuring everything would be alright. I could never forget that.
Out Of FLASHBACKK ------------------
My scream began higher with agony. I yelped out for Pete.
"Shhhh." He finally spoke, pulling at my arm.
"SHH?! WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME TO SHHH, INCASE YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED IM DIEING RIGHT NOW!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, pointing a shaky finger in his direction.
"Get on my back." He spoke calmly, his voice mimiking the chirping birds.
"I can't move." I bellowed, attempting to move my legs.
He sighed, shifting his weight, to pull me onto him.
"And all I did was pinch you..." he mumbled something under his breath that I knew I wasn't suposed to hear.
"Close your eyes Sarah." He demanded softly, and I swear I felt his hand soft as velvet push a piece of hair out of my face.
I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, I was awoken by Joe shaking me harshly with his elbows.
Noticing I was on--what I thought was Pete's couch--I gasped, looking around. "What am I doing here?" I mumbled, scratching my head.
"Pete said he pinched you, and you got hurt." Joe laughed deeply at me, the corners of his lips ajusting at every deep breath he took in.
"Shut up." I groaned, causing him to smile at me. I relised the pain was finally gone.
"So, you kind of fell asleep, and thanks to you, we had to practise super quiet so you didn't wake up." He elbowed me with something hard, as I gasped, fake punching him in the head.
"Want a cookie?" He offered, pointing a crusty cookie in my direction.
"Where did you get that from?" I laughed, forgetting all my troubles.
"Somewhere dark." Joe laughed, jogging back to find the other guys to practise.
Somewhere in between Moving Pictures, and Growing Up, I fell sound asleep on the couch again. Only to be woken up by Pete's mother, shrieking about someone taking me home.
"Wake the hell up sleepy head." Pete grunted, hanking me up by the hand he pinched me on.
"Sorry." He mouthed, looking drasticly into my eyes.
I pulled my eyeballs to the floor, conecting them with a stray cheetoh lying on the floor. Bravely pulling my eyes back up again, I noticed he was back with the guys again, joking around. I sighed, noticing Ryan gesturing to me.
"Common!" He cried. "I'm taking you home, it's raining."
I nodded, for it was the only thing I could think of doing.
Ryan pulled me outside, so quick I hadn't even noticed the snare he shot at Pete.
"Pete that fucking jerk..." he muttered under his breath.
He caught a glance of my expression. "Sorry."
I nodded again, as he rain slowly tok over both of us. It poured. I mean -- POURED. Shivering, I glanced over at Ryan.
"How much furthor we have to walk?"
"About 4/5 blocks." He estimated, biting his lip.
I shivered again, peeling my eyes back to the wet road.
I felt Ryan's arms wrap a sweater around my neck. "Here, you looked cold." He smiled, as I stopped, and peered at him.
"Thanks." I smiled cheekily.
It was like one of those awkward moments in movies, when it all goes quiet, and you know something good is going to happen. Those were always the terrifying moments to me.
Ryan threw me into a bear hug. I struggled to get free... but he only held my tighter. His face bent over mine, and soon I could feel his breath swooshing on my face.
SHIT. I HAVEN'T THOUGHT ABOUT THIS YET. IT CAN'T HAPPEN. NONONO!
He whispered. "You looked so sad these last few weeks. The only thing I need, is for you to be happy." He smiled the smile that could be compaired to a puppy dog.
Just as our lips were about to meet, Ryan stumbled backwards, relieving me. He stumbled back, and crashed to the ground.
"Ryan? Are you okay?"
Looking around, I noticed a man, standing behind were Ryan was with a pan in hand, in ready position.
I gasped, a million screams filled my lungs. I tried to rack my ribcage to create some kind of scene, something someone could hear to know I was in danger.
The man was in all black. Black baggy jeans, black t-shirt, and a black bandana rode up past his nostrals. He grunted some nasty words, and came slowly up to me, dropping the pan softly on the ground.
"You didn't see anything honey." His voice was striking, it sounded like a heavey smoker.
He hacked an unpleasant laugh, and pulled up his bandana, pushing me roughly onto the ground. I felt his lips crashing into mine, as I tried to scream, and pull myself away.
"LET ME GO YOU PERVE! LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screamed, managing to pull away, but his strong wrist caught mine.
"If you tell anyone about this I'll kill you." He muttered, shoving me into an over flowing ditch.
The water was above my head, I couldn't swim. Kicking my legs around, only tired me out. The darkness swallowed me, and I knew I was dead.
"voeu de la mort..." floated through my brain.
Hell was sure nicer than I thought. Comfortable. Warm. "Ow!" Something knocked into my ribcage.
I noticed I was awake. Alive. In someone elses bed.
"Sarah! You're alive!" Someone's relieved voice cracked through my ears, I could tell they had been crying.
"W-What happened?" I moaned, relising everywhere ached with a different pain.
"You fell into a ditch, and almost drownd! If Brendon hadn't been spying on you and Ryan, I could have never even got there to save you!" They cried again, letting the tears fall.
"Oh." I sighed, it all sounded believeable. Crazy things like this always seemed to happen to me.
If you didn't know, it was Pete who had saved me. I was in Pete's bed. His arms around me. Keeping me safe a-
NO! STOP RIGHT NOW! You know he has a girlfriend. He's obviously just doing this because you almost killed yourself yet again Sarah. He is a nice guy, and he's just being friendly. Stop, this will hurt you later if you keep thinking about it in that way. My mind tried to tell me I was just thinking to highly of myself. So I believed it.
I tugged myself out of Pete's grasp.
"What are you doing?" He asked, looking hurt.
"Going to sleep on the floor." I pulled my pillow onto his hardwood floor.
"No, don't leave. You're cold anyway." He smiled, snuggling my body back into his.
I couldn't stop myself. I couldn't leave him. As I fell into a deep sleep, his hands wound around my back reminded me of something. Something rough.

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