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Why?
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Summary: Why is Patrick Drake the way that he is? Read this and find out. Patrick one-shot.
Why?
Patrick Drake walked the docks. He hadn't felt this way in a longtime. Maybe because he'd pushed these feelings so deep inside that he had trouble finding them.
Looking out into the Port Charles harbor, he allowed his mind to wander. Wander, back into time.
Flashback
"I'm pregnant, Patrick."
He remembered Emerson Drake's words ringing in his ears - "What?"
"Patrick, I'm pregnant." - Emerson repeated for him.
He moved back, sitting down on an empty chair. He lowered his head in his hands - 'How could this have happened?' - Patrick asked himself, then laughed - "You know how this happened. But, why?'
"Patrick, say something." - Bending down in front of him, she rested her hands on his knees. - "Patrick?"
Finally, he removed his hands from his face. - "How in the hell did you let this happen? You know that I don't want any children." - He yelled at her.
Emerson was frightened but didn't show it. She knew how to deal with him. After all, they had been married for three years. "Patrick, calm down." - She began, slowly.
Rising to his feet, he began to pace - "Calm down?" - Patrick looked over at her - "How, in the hell am I suppose to calm down?"
"Maybe, because you're being ridiculous, Patrick!" - Emerson folded her arms across her chest - "This is as much your fault as it is mine. It takes two of us, remember,"
"Stop it!" - Patrick spit out - "When did this happen?"
"It doesn't matter when, all that matters is that it did." - Emerson said, running a hand through her red colored hair - "Patrick, I still don't understand why you're so upset?"
"We've been over this, I don't want any children."
"But why? Is it because of your father?" - Emerson knew she'd hit a nerve - "Listen, he might've been an ass whole but you aren't."
"Leave him out of this." - Patrick said, though he knew that she was right.
"So, it's true then." - She walked over to him and placed his face in her hands - "You might not see the man that I see but he's there. And until you see him I'm out of here." - Pressing her lips against his lips for a kiss, she whispered. "I love you." And with that, she grabbed her purse and walked out the door. Forever.
End Flashback
"Damn-it!" Patrick kicked the pay phone with his foot. God, how he missed her. Every day of his life his heart aches for her. But, that's when he puts on his 'attitude'. You know, the - 'I'm a cold-hearted bastard' attitude that he's so famous for.
Backing away from the payphone, he collapsed onto the park bench.
It had been two years since . . .
Flashback
'Knock, Knock'
Patrick let out a sigh, walking to the door. He wasn't in the mood for anybody right now. "What in the hell do you want?" - He asked.
"Patrick Drake?" - A Police Officer asked.
"Yes, how may I help you?" - Patrick folded his arms across his chest.
"There isn't any easy way to say this, Mr. Drake, but . . ." - He lowered his head - "your wife was in a car accident."
"Is she okay?" - Patrick asked, his heart racing with fear.
The Officer looked back up at him, "I'm sorry, sir but . . . Your wife has died."
End Flashback
"Why did you leave me, Em?" - Patrick asked, as he gazed at the sky.
Tears formed in his cold eyes, as he lowered his head to his hands. "Why?"
The End
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