A Step Closer To Hell Book 4

Pete was taking a shower, Patrick was in the house, and then he got an idea.

He went into the bedroom. Going through the night stand, he found the knife; he picked it up, felt good in his hand. He crept to the bathroom Pete had turned the water off, pulling back the curtain, he saw Patrick raise the knife.

He grabbed Patrick’s wrist.

“Drop it, Drop it now!” Pete screamed.

“No I want-”

Patrick never got the rest out; Pete had him in a choke hold. Patrick dropped the knife. Once Pete had him restrained, he got on the phone.

When he hung up, he went in and packed some clothes for Patrick.

“What are you doing?” Patrick asked, suddenly fearful.

“We’re going on a little trip.” Pete told him coldly.

He had Patrick’s over night bag in the car; He was dragging Patrick out of the house.

“No, Please I’m sorry it won’t happen again.” Patrick cried.

Pete got him in. They drove a little ways. Then Pete came upon a red bricked building.

“This is it.” Pete Announced.

They were greeted by a young man, about Patrick’s age.

They went into an office.

“I’m Victor Barclay.

“You’re the disciplinarian?” Pete asked
“Yes. So what is going on?”

“Well, Pete began. I had Patrick under control for quite sometime. Then I had to train another party, after that Patrick has been unmanageable.”

“I see, so what brought you here today?” Victor now curious.

“He pulled a knife on me.” Pete told him bluntly

Victor looked sharply at Patrick, who was now sitting quietly in a chair.

“I want to see you in private.”

They stepped out of the office.

“I’d like to keep Patrick here over night, if that’s all right.”

“Yes of course, I figured you’d want to, so I packed a bag for him.”

“Good.” Victor said shaking Pete’s hand.

They went back. Pete turned to Patrick

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said brushing his hand against Patrick’s face.

“No!” Patrick screamed.

Victor suggested that Pete should turn around and walk out.

He took Patrick, to have him checked in. Pete was going towards the door.

“Don’t go! Peter!!!!! Don’t. Leave. Me. Here.!!! Patrick cried in vain.
He crumbled to his knees and cried some more.

“Come back. Come back!!! For the love of God, take me home!” The tears poured down Patrick’s face.

Pete sat in his car rubbing his temples. He heard Patrick’s cries and was almost tempted to go back, and get him; but this was for his own good.

As he was driving home a nagging thought kept coming back to him.

“Should, Patrick be punished for this changed behavior, or Ryan.”

A name came to him and it infuriated him.

Ryan.

It was all his fault. Pete swore when they got him home, He was going to be the first to cream his ass, in more ways than one.


Author's Note/ This is the original scene from on the way home Pt 1. I decided to cut it, fearing it would take away some of the intensity, but here it is. I hope it's enjoyed.

“Then why did you laugh?” Brendon pressed

“I didn’t laugh, I chuckled.” Ryan told him with a bit of insolence.

Spencer could not control him self, he took a dictionary out.

"Uh actually Ryan, chuckle means to laugh quietly or to yourself. Spencer informed him.

Brendon turrned sharply, grabbed it out of Spencer's hand and flung it out the window.

"Nobody asked you!"

end of scene.