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Family Tradition	By : medievalcutie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Fall Out Boy Views: 2896 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Fall Out Boy. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: So I managed two new chapters before bed. This one is a long one, so don't be upset. Also this one has some material that might be rough for some readers, so proceed with caution. But on to the chapter! *hugs*

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Rebecca walked back up to her room and changed into her pajamas before collapsing on the bed. Cat was spending the night over, but was downstairs with Ryan, who was also staying the night to work on a few more things with Pete. All in all, the night had been pretty good, with the exception of the blunder with Patrick. The girls had managed to actually get away with several pranks on the guys, including one rather ingenious one that Chris came up with. The newest girl added to the close group of friends was certainly a fun one. After she got comfortable, she was joking and chatting with the others like everyone.

As Rebecca was starting to feel the haze of sleep coming on, she heard her cell vibrate from its charger. She debated just letting it go to voicemail and sleeping, then she thought that it might be Patrick, so she jumped up and walked over, picking it up without even looking at who was calling.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Reby. Sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t have done that. Forgive me?”

“Patrick, listen, it’s not your fault. I have some trash attached and it sorta caught me off guard. Are you up for some coffee? I would feel better explaining in person.”

“Sure. Want me to come pick you up, or do you want to come over? Or meet you somewhere?”

Rebecca smiled slightly at the eagerness she could hear underneath his voice at the prospect of making up. She really hadn’t meant to hurt him earlier, but she knew that he deserved the truth, and the whole nasty truth at that.

“Um, would you care too much if I came to your place? I mean, Ryan and Cat are still here, and I don’t think anywhere public would be the best of places to explain.”

“It’s perfectly alright. You know that you’re welcome over any time. I’ll get a pot started and hunt up some cookies or something. I’m pretty sure that I bought some the other day.”

“Thanks Patrick. I’ll be over in a bit.”

“Okay, see you then, Reby.”

“Later.”

Rebecca closed her cell and glanced down at her pajamas, shrugging as she decided against changing back into her clothes from the day. Besides, she had already gotten comfortable. She grabbed her purse and pulled out her keys and wallet, tossing them on the bed before grabbing one of the hoodies that she had “borrowed” from Pete and pulling it on over the tank top she was wearing. She stowed her wallet and keys in the hoodie and walked downstairs, stopping to slide on a pair of sandals.

When Rebecca reached the bottom of the stairs, she heard noises coming from the living room, so she walked in, only to blush and turn around at the sight of Cat and Ryan on the couch, very much in their own world. She smiled as she spotted her brother walking around in the kitchen, no doubt fixing him something else to eat.

“Petey, I’m going over to Patrick’s for a bit. I should be back soon. Don’t worry about waiting up, I have a key. Tell Cat, will you? And make sure that they’re in proper distance. Mom would die if she came back to find them in the same room.”

She leaned up, giving her brother a quick kiss on the cheek before heading out to her car, sliding in and heading over to Patrick’s to explain why she had pushed him away.

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Rebecca rang the bell, standing outside of Patrick’s door, wondering if she should have changed back into her clothes after all. Although soon the door opened, showing a smiling Patrick, who had also changed to more comfortable clothes.

“Come on in. I’ll grab the coffee and cookies and be right back.”

“Okay.”

Rebecca walked into the cozy living room and curled up on the overstuffed couch, grinning as she thought of how much the room looked like Patrick’s tastes. Nice, simple, and comfortable. She smiled as she saw Patrick coming back with a tray, laden with coffee and a plate full of cookies. She took the mug he held out to her with a smile, taking a sip of the liquid and grinning.

“You remembered just how to make it. Thanks.”

“Of course. Besides, you’re probably the only person I know who puts ice cubes in their coffee, along with other things of course.”

She giggled as he teased her about how she drank coffee, but that was probably from the fact that she had never really liked the drink too much, but if fixed a certain way it was drinkable. Either with the multiple additions, or as a cappuccino. When Patrick sat down on the couch, Rebecca slid even farther into the comfy plush cushioning.

“So, are you wanting to jump into the story or do we have a little small talk?”

“I’m warming up to it. It’s a rather nasty one, not to mention being a lengthy spill, so I hope you’re up for it.”

Rebecca smiled at the grin her comment seemed to garner from him. Although the smile turned into a laugh as he stretched and turned to what she could only guess was to get a little more comfortable. After a short bit of goofy squirming around, he settled back into the position he had been in before all the moving about.

“Comfy?”

“Quite. I’m ready for a contest of wills. Now, cookie?”

“No thanks. Besides, I should probably just spill the messy details. I wouldn’t want to keep you up all night.”

“Don’t worry. I don’t have anything else to do. Getting to sleep would probably take longer than your story. So talk away.”

Rebecca smiled and folded her legs underneath her, taking a deep breath and another sip of the coffee. After a moment, she glanced up to see Patrick watching her. She blushed and glanced back down at the coffee before taking another breath.

“Well, the nightmares aren’t the worst of it. Aiden, that’s his name, was one of my best friends from elementary school one. We started dating off and on in middle school. By high school we were pretty smitten. I’m sure that Petey or Ivy would love to tell you how starry-eyed I got around him, they tend to love teasing me about it. But it took a bad turn. His older brother, Jacob, who you met at Marla’s wedding, isn’t the nicest of influences. In the summer before our junior year of high school, Aiden started doing drugs. It was simple drinking but quickly went to worse. I don’t even know what all he was getting into, but it was bad.

“Aiden changed when he was around me too. It was almost as if I was dating two different guys. There was the sweet and lovable one, who I had known since we were like eight. And then there was the other one. He would get violent, especially after a time without a fix. So I hate to admit it, but I often either agreed to him doing the drugs or even helped him get them when he was low on money or such. But I just couldn’t stand it when he was the angry hateful person the withdrawals made him.”

Rebecca paused to take another sip of the coffee, which had cooled now to a lukewarm temperature, where she mostly drank it. She took another breath and started back into the story, feeling the tears threatening to overflow her eyes.

“Well, a few months into the school year, he started getting really pushy about our relationship, trying to get me to go farther than I wanted with him. He would try to get me to do things that I would never dream of. And then when I refused, he would get so mad that he would either take it out on whatever was around him ........ or me.

“I didn’t know what to do about it all, so I lied to keep anyone from knowing. I started ‘falling’ down the stairs or ‘running’ into doors a lot more. I think Petey suspected there was something odd, because just before the worst of it, we got into a big fight. He didn’t like Aiden, and wanted me to call it all off. But I was blind and stubborn, not wanting to listen to reason. That was probably my rebellious stage of being a teenager. But he was right. I should have called it all off, because things got a lot worse in a hurry.”

Knowing what was next in the story, Rebecca bit her bottom lip, and reached out, placing the mug on the coffee table nearby and took a cookie from the plate, not meeting Patrick’s eyes, for fear of what she might find there.

“I had went over to his house for pizza and a movie, knowing that Jacob was out of town with a business meeting, so it would only be Aiden and me. His parents had separated when they were kids, so as soon as Jacob had turned eighteen, they moved out on their own. Aiden had ordered the pizza and had the movies already set up when I got there. It was just like any other peaceful night, so I had assumed that he had his fix for the night, so things would be peaceful.

“Sadly, I was wrong. Someone did get a fix, but it was slipped into my drink. He drugged me. When I woke up, oh god, I was naked and tied up. He hadn’t taken the drugs, so he was in the violent mode.”

Rebecca wiped at the tears that were streaming down her cheeks. She took another cookie and nibbled off it with a small smile, hoping to calm down enough to continue with the story. Because the worst of it all was still untold.

“He not only slapped me around, but he also ... raped me. Then he must have realized what he had done because he was so upset with himself that he called Petey to get me. And then he went into the bathroom and shot himself. I couldn’t sleep for weeks other than tossing and turning without nightmares. Petey stayed up with me most nights, holding my hand until I slept peacefully. That’s why he had to postpone the shows a few years ago. The nightmares have slowed down. Now it’s only about once a week or so.

“But that’s the nasty story. And why I sort of panicked when I was against the wall. It wasn’t you, or the kiss, it was just instinct. I hate to be trapped in any manner, because I panic. I hope you understand. I really didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Rebecca looked up at Patrick for the first time since she had started the sordid tale and sniffled a little more at the sight of tears on his cheeks. She slid over and laughed as she reached up to wipe the tears away. It was so sad to see him crying, especially over such an awful thing.

“My god, Reby. I’m so sorry.”

Rebecca felt a new wave of tears as he gently wrapped his arms around her, holding her lightly as if she would break. She slid closer to him, letting the warmth of the embrace soothe her damaged nerves at retelling the story. Somehow she guessed that the nightmares would make another appearance tonight, and yet she didn’t want to trouble Pete with them this time.

Unable to stifle a yawn, Rebecca tried her best to hide it, but only managed in making the reflex more obvious. She giggled a little and stayed curled up beside Patrick, feeling another form of security from the past and the nightmares. He must have noticed that she was getting tired, and moved back slightly to look at her, concern in his eyes.

“Are you sleepy? If you need to, you can stay here. I’ll call Pete to let him know. Here, I’ll show you the guest bedroom.”

“No, I’m okay. I think I might just sit here a little longer before I leave. That is, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course not. Why don’t we see if there is anything on television?”

Rebecca smiled and curled up beside Patrick as he flipped on the television, browsing through the channels until he found an old black and white musical. She grinned at the movie selection, as she had always been a bit of a Broadway nut, loving the older musicals. She turned to look up at him quickly for a moment before turning back to the movie.

“Are you mad at me for earlier?”

“Of course not, Reby. Why would I?”

“Because I hurt you by shoving you away, even though it was an unconscious reaction.”

“It’s okay. And now I understand why it happened. Besides, I have you curled up watching movies with me now, so I know that you’re not upset with me.”

Rebecca laughed, and blushed as he turned her face up to his and kissed her. It was gentle and patient, yet still showing the fire that had slipped earlier at her house. As they broke away, she noticed that his cheeks were lightly tinted pink as well. She turned on the couch and this time she was the one to start the kiss, hoping to show that she really did not mind the kisses, as she worried he thought of her. This time the kiss was much more fiery and forceful, almost a battle of wills. They broke apart, a silly grin on his face which caused her to giggle.

“Well that was nice.”

Rebecca nodded with a grin that was probably as equally goofy on her face. Hearing laughter coming from the television, she laughed and looked back to the movie, curling back up beside Patrick. Soon she felt her eyelids drooping, and before she could get up the will to move to head home, she was asleep.

Patrick smiled as he noticed her breathing even out, meaning that she had joined his legs in the realm of sleep. He slowly moved out from around her, gently laying her down on the sofa to go make sure the guest bedroom was settled and make a call to Pete to explain why Rebecca wouldn’t be home. Having done all of this, he quietly padded back to the living room and stood for a moment admiring how beautiful she looked before scooping her up and carrying her into the guest bedroom to tuck her in for the night.

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A/N: Yes, this is a long sad one, but never fear, the happy fluffy goodness that you may have come to expect with me is going to return! And in case there might me some suspicions, Patrick is a good guy, and is not going to have any hanky panky while Becca sleeps. :-P Although I personally don't know anyone who might think that.
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