My Life That You'll Never See
It Hurts
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*Pete's POV*
Yea, I had feelings for JJ I knew she could never understand.
She was my bestfriend's sister for crying outloud how can I tell her after 7 years of loving her.
I always had to play it off that I never loved her, or do.
I always wanted to be here for her, which is actually good we are living together.
Its weird, that I've felt this way for her ever since she was 11 and I was 13.
People would think that you would look for someone your own age.
But nope, age doesn't and shouldn't matter in a relationship if you ask me.
I still can't come to my senses to tell her, plus Patrick will freak.
Not like he could do anything about it, but she is his sister.
*Patrick's POV*
I let JJ sleep on my thighs as we headed to the Police station.
I knew Ryan was going to hurt her when he gave me that evil grin the first day they were going out.
I blame myself for everything thats happened to her, I needed to ask her what was wrong when she wasn't eating for a while.
I, just wish that I could of known.
"Hey hun." I told her as she woke up and stroked her back.
"Hey Patick." She said as she nuzzled herself in my thigh before she sat up.
She put her head on my shoulder as we pulled into the police station.
"Everything will be alright." I assured her as Joe opened the van door to let us out.
When Pete got out he picked her up bridal style and carried her in.
*JJ's POV*
Pete carried me in and we sat on a couch together.
"Are you okay." He whispered in my ear as I hugged him.
"Yea." I told him as I layed on his shoulder.
"JJ Stump? Please come in this room." I heard a police officer say.
"Can I bring someone?" I asked him with pleading eyes.
"Yes." He replied as he walked into the room.
"Pete?" I asked him as I held his hand.
"Okay." He smiled as he picked me up again and brought me in the room.
"So, Ms. Stump please explain what this Ryan has done to you." The police officer said as he had his notebook flipped out.
So, that night I basically explained my story to the police officer as I did to Pete.
Every time I said something shocking, he gave me a sympathitic look and squeezed my hand.
After that Andy drove us to a near-by diner that we all ate at.
"Ya know you still look pretty with pajama's on." Pete whispered in my ear.
He always said good things to make me feel better about myself, escpecially at the right time.
When we got home I layed in my bed for a while, not able to sleep.
Just thinking about Pete.
I had to tell him, tonight.
I just had to.
Seven years of him not knowing, it hurt and I can't let him move on before I tell him.
I got up out of my bed and crept down the hallway to Pete's room.
I sat there and sighed, before I could knock he opened the door.