Heartbreak

"I still can't believe i get my own guardian angel!" I exclaimed.
Patch grinned "Dont worry," He told me "I wont let anyone hurt you,"
"I know," I replied, and snuggled further into his chest. He smelt strongly of mint and rich earth.
He tilted my chin up and kissed me gently, slow at first but building. An irritating buzzing sound coming from Patch's cell interrupted us. He grunted and reluctantly pulled away. He flipped open his phone and skimmed through the text.
" Who's that?" I asked.
"Err... Umm... Tesco!" He stuttered.
I shrugged and walked towards my mirror scraping my tumbleweed of hair onto a tight ponytail.
I turned around to face Patch, who was just shrugging on his jacket.
"Where are you going?" I wondered aloud.
"Out." He answered "See you at the resteraunt at seven" He reminded me.
I smiled "Yes, see ya." and before i knew it the front door slammed shut Patch was gone without even a goodbye kiss. I plonked myself down on the bed. What was up with him? he was acting strange. My mobile vibrated. A message from Vee, it read;

Heyaa babz, i'll pick you up for that shopping trip in 10! Luv ya x

I quickly changed into a pair of black denim shorts and a long purple tee as the sun was scorching outside. I applied a sweep of mascara and a coat of lipgloss and slipped on my black ballet flats. I took the stairs two at a time, retrieved my purse and stepped out of my house: locked the door turned around to see Vee coming to a halt in the driveway. perfect timing. I slid in the neon.
"So..." said Vee trying to sound bored though i could see the curiosity burning in her eyes. "Are you and Patch together? I mean, is it official?"
" Well, yeah. I guess." I replied hoping i didnt show the surge of joy that i felt inside at telling people Patch was mine. Just mine.

As we walked onto the shop i wasn't suprised to see Marcie Millar at the checkout paying for two lacey bra's and matching thongs. I steered Vee to the otherside of the shop hoping they hadn't noticed each other. I didn't want anything to kick off. Fortunately when i looked back Marcie was already leaving the shopping center.

I trecked round the shops in search for something to wear to dinner tonight with Patch. I didn't want to look tried to hard so I settled with a silky purple dress that was tight to my curves in all the right places and then bought a pair of matching purple heels.

By 6:30 I was ready, Vee had done my make-up and I had tamed my hair into elegant spirals framing my face. I put on the dress but swapped the purple stilletos for a pair of purple ballet flats, as the heels were still a little over the top.
And left the house Vee wishing me luck.

I entered the resteraunt and took a seat at mine and Patch's resrved table. He wasn't here yet. Five minutes passed. Five minutes turned to ten. I felt a bit embarassed so started fiddling with my mobile, trying to act cool. Eventually ten minutes became twenty. And when twenty turned to thirty i was sure he'd stood me up. He was probably at bo's arcade right now laughing at me. So when forty-five minutes came I apolagised to the waiter and left. When I tried his cell I was only sent to voicemail, so I headed for home to sulk.

I walked into my bedroom, to see Marcie Millar and Patch, in my house naked making love! Clothes including a set of what Marcie had brought earlier were scattered around my room. They were rolling around Patch's hand clutching Marcies arse.
Patch groaned in pleasure and moaned Marcies name. "Patch," She sighed.
Patch had promised me just earlier today that he wouldn't let anyone hurt me. Yet, right now, he was hurting me more than anyone else ever could.

My heart felt as if it had shattered into a thousand pieces. It didn't just hurt emotionally but physically too. This pain was undescribable, no words could come close to compare. I felt the colour drain from my face. Tears brimming. My legs buckled underneath me. The ache in my heart hurt so much I could barely breathe, as though someone really had tore my heart out.
They hadn't even realised I was there until I cried out in physical pain. Marcie fell off the bed and Patch jumped to his feet. My breathing was rugged and I was kneeling on the floor clutching my chest where the unbearable ache was. Tears still threatning to overflow.

"Angel?" A confused voice whispered to my mind. I peeked up through my lashes to see Patch standing before me in nothing but boxers.
"What is it, Angel?" Another message straight to my head. He reached up to wipe away the tears that were now flowing uncontrollably, but I swatted his hand away. "Angel, please."
I was know clutching my chest, sobbing helplessly. He had to ask what was wrong didn't he, I thought.
He had stood me up, come to my house and made love with Marcie Millar - My worst enemy - In my bed!
Then I remembered he could read my thoughts and that he'd heard that, before I could register his facial expression the darkness swallowed me up.