A/N: Hey there all you fantabulous readers, it's me, I'm back! Haha. Still trying to do the whole updating stuff and this is what I've got for you guys! Hope you like it, and this chapter deals with themes a little mature, so just a heads up. Nothing crazy though, trust me. Enjoy! :) Also, thanks so much for all the compliments and reviews! I really like reading them! x


Chill out, whatcha yellin for? Lay back, it's all be done before. And if you could only let it be, you would see. I like, you the way you are; when we're driving in your car, and you're talkin to me one on one. But you've become somebody else round everyone else. Watchin your back, like you can't relax. You're tryin to be cool, you look like a fool to me. Tell me, why'd you have to go and make things so complicated?

Patricia lay in her bed with her face buried in her hands so that no one could see the few single tears that escaped her eyes. Wasn't this just like every other night that she had been back at the school? She'd lock herself away in her room and cry over a boy whom she tried so hard to convince herself she was over but no matter how hard she tried his face kept coming back into her mind. Then everything about him would flood back through her memory. The way he looked, the sound of his voice, his touch on her arms and the feeling of him around her. Especially the touch of his lips against hers when they kissed. The way he kissed her, the way he touched her, guided her even. But every good thing is ruined and smashed with the few not so good things that to him may have seemed like nothing, but to her meant everything.

The redhead dried her eyes and tried to calm down before anyone walked in. She hasn't bothered to lock the door this time because she was a but preoccupied with stopping the waterworks flowing out if her crystal blue eyes. She stood from her bed and walked over to the mirror, looking at her reflection staring back at her. A sudden wave of anger flowed over her and the next thing she knew she had punched and shattered the mirror. There was glass all over the floor and her bureau, and glass stuck in her hand. Staring down at her hand Patricia could see it was shaking. She tried to pull the piece of glass from the cuts that she had made on herself but found her other hand just as shaky. Why did she have to look in the mirror? Why did she have to look at the reflection of her eyes staring back at her. "I hate my eyes," she had mumbled under her breath before the mirror shattered.

The girl fell back onto her bed staring at the wound that seemed to be only bleeding from the inside, not the outside. She knew that she had to get the glass out, but a part of her didn't care to move much. Luckily for her, the door opened and Joy stepped into the room. "Hey, Patricia a
I was wondering if you cou-" her sentence stopped when she saw the shattered mirror and Patricia's hand. "Oh my god, Patricia! What happened?" The brunette scurried over to her best friend and sat beside her. Patricia merely shrugged.

"I don't know, I guess I just got angry. People get angry, Joy, it's not that unusual." Joy slowly took Patricia's hand and examined it.

"This has Eddie's name written all over it, Trixie. What happened this time?" Patricia sighed and sat up.

"Memories happened, that's what. I'm never going to be able to forget it, Joy. It's like it keeps playing back inside my head like its a recording on replay. I can't sleep, think straight, or look at him without thinking about it. I can't even look at my own reflection, Joy. Nothing's ever going to be the same again, either." Joy held Patricia's hand still and pulled a pair of tweezers from her pocket, carefully removing the piece or two of glass from her skin.

"Sounds like you've got a lot on your mind. A load that might be easier to carry if you talked about it a bit more. I know I'm not you, Patricia. I wasn't there, and I won't ever know it the way you do, but I can help you know." The girl examined her newly somewhat fixed hand as the brunette went to fetch some first aid supplies across the room.

"I know, and I'm sorry I haven't told you more. I just don't feel comfortable talking about it to anyone really. I haven't been completely honest with you though, about the worst part of all of this." Joy looked over at her friend, confused.

"What is it, Patricia?" There was a moment of silence in which Patricia stared down at the floor beneath her. When her head finally rose, her mouth opened.

"I actually thought I loved him."


Eddie stood from his bed, pacing back and forth, even hitting the wall in frustration once or twice. He still had no idea what it was Patricia was mad at him about or if she waste at all, or why she broke up with him. He didn't even have a clue as to what he could have done, other than it could've been something he said. Knowing Patricia, it was probably both. His phone vibrated from inside his pocket, crashing his train of thought. The dirty blonde pulled out his phone and looked at the screen where a picture was sent to him via text message from an unknown or non-recognizable number.

"Wha-" the boy mumbled under his breath. He opened the text to view the picture. When he saw it he almost dropped his phone. It was a picture that he was very familiar with; it was over the summer, back in America. It was a bright sunny day, beautiful weather outside. That was also the day that Eddie's parents, well, mom and step-father, decided to throw a barbecue. They had invited the neighbors, a bit of family and some family friends over as well.

In practically the dead center of the picture stood Patricia and Eddie. Eddie had a bottle of soda in on hand, an the other hand wrapped around Patricia's waste, pulling her into him. While Patricia on the other hand, had her opposite arm wrapped around Eddie's waste and the other arm draped around his neck. Their lips had been connected in a kiss, both of them smiling through it. Both if their hair was wet, from having been in the pool earlier. Eddie was still in his bathing suit, his t-shirt hanging over his shoulder. Patricia was in a bikini top and boy shorts bottoms. Eddie's mom had taken the picture.

The boy looked at the picture only long enough to make him throw his phone across the room. Luckily for him, it was fine. Eddie angrily ran his hands through his hair and kind of stomped around a bit, his footsteps heavier than before. Another text from his phone that had landed under Fabian's bed caught his attention. For a moment he debated whether or not to check it. Eventually he fished it out from underneath his roommate's bed and checked it. It was from the same number as before, but this time was an actual message. "You'll need this later," he read. "You can thank me then too. Signed, none of your concern." A confused look played over the American's face as he tried to decide what this meant. He figured that it had something to do with his break up with Patricia, but the only way to tell would be to wait.

Eddie sat down on his bed staring at the picture and text after it for probably a good fifteen minutes or so before Fabian came in. Eddie hadn't even seen him at first. "Oh, hey Fabian," the boy spoke, taking his eyes off of his phone for only a brief moment. Fabian threw his jacket onto his bed and waved at Eddie slightly.

"Hey. You won't believe what just happened. I saw Joy on my way here carrying a bunch of glass into-" he stopped a moment when he realized Eddie's attention was elsewhere. "Eddie, what's up?" The blonde snapped back into reality and looked up at his roommate.

"Huh? Oh, nothing. It's nothing, really." Eddie stood up and shoved his phone in his pocket, trying not to think about the message. "What were you saying? I was zoning out, man, I'm sorry." Fabian looked at him, not really believing the whole "it's nothing" thing but not pushing it further.

"Right, what I was saying is that Joy was walking downstairs with a bunch of glass in her hands and it looked like some of the pieces had blood on them. What do you suppose could have happened?" At first the word blood tripped his mind. Then, all if a sudden a wave of thought crashed over him and it clicked. His brown eyes widened twice their normal size before his lips whispered Patricia's name. He was out if there before Fabian could ask what was wrong then.

Eddie practically flew up the stairs to Patricia's room where Joy had most likely come from. Eddie knew what she had done before and that she was capable of doing it again. He just never would have thought she would do it when other people were around. The door was propped open almost halfway and quite frankly with the amount of panicking his mind was doing he wasn't thinking about knocking or anything. He pushed the door open still in a rush to make sure she hadn't done what he thought she might have. "Yacker," he didn't get very far with talking.

Patricia, startled, screamed and turned around. She had just taken her top off that she had gotten a bit of blood from her hand on and that had glass shattered on it. So there she was, standing in the middle of her room topless with her ex-boyfriend standing right in front of her only a few feet away. "Knock much?" she yelled at him. Eddie didn't know what to say. He stood there with his jaw dropped, stuttering.

"I- I'm sorry, uh- th- the door was open, and I-" he tried to explain, gesturing to the door. Patricia made a face and threw a pillow at the boy's face.

"That's no excuse!" The redhead looked at him for a brief second before feeling her eyes get watery again to the point where she had to turn from him. Eddie tossed the pillow she chucked at him aside quick enough to see her eyes before she turned away.

"Hang on, you've been crying. What happened?" Patricia grabbed a new shirt out of her drawer and unfolded it to put it on.

"It's non of your business," she answered. The boy turned and saw the broken mirror that he hadn't noticed before. It made sense when he saw her hand. "Why are you here, anyways?" Eddie stepped into the room more and walked over to the girl.

"Because I heard Fabian mention bloody glass and I thought you were cutting. How many times do I have to tell you that I care what happens to you? I would do anything, to just make whatever's wrong right again." Patricia made eye contact with him, crossing her arms.

"Do you really want to know? Fine, I'll tell you. You were drunk, Eddie. You were drunker than anyone I've ever seen. You came up to me out front at night when everyone was out back, your words slurred, and your walk tipsy. You called me cruel, vial things that I've never even heard you say before. It wasn't just you, either. It was you and your brother. You both said awful, nasty things and when I pushed you away you cussed at me." Patricia's eyes were tearing and watery as she spoke. "Your brother was drunk too, and he put his hands on me, and you didn't stop him. Both of you kept at it and then he kissed me."

She fought her hardest to tell him the rest of it. "You stood there, and let him drag me away to the side of your house and he tried to make me have sex with him. I ran away from him and he couldn't catch up because he couldn't walk straight. Then when I tried to tell someone you grabbed from behind and did practically the same thing. I told you to get lost and you got angry." Her voice got shaky at this part. This time he let the tears fall. "It was like you were a completely different person, in only a matter of hours, Eddie. You told me that because I was a virgin you were going to tell the entire school, and that no one would ever care about me after that. You don't know what that feels like, Eddie! And the fact that I tried to talk to you about it the next day and you kept ignoring me, pushing me away, and wouldn't believe me about your brother. Why kind of boyfriend can't trust their own girlfriend?"

Patricia walked away from the boy and left him speechless. "Now you know. Do me a favor? Come see me when the old Eddie's back. You know, the one that actually calls me his girlfriend and means it when He says he cares." The girl stormed out without another word. He knew now why that picture was sent to him. Or at least he had an idea why.

"Patricia, wait!" he called after her, but she was already gone. He knew he needed more information about what happened that night, and he knew just how to talk to. He pulled out his phone and dialed number four on his speed dial.

"Hello?" his sister's familiar voice answered.

"Samantha? I seriously need your help."

"Okay, what's up?"

"It's a long story, so just bear with me."

Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated? I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated. Life's like this. You, you fall and you crawl and you break and you take what you get and you turn into honesty. You promised me I'm never gonna find you fakin, no no no.