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Nora's POV
I sense his presence immediately. Before I can even think to open my eyes, there's a crash on the bed right at my side. Really? What a way to wake up. Groaning, I rolled my head over into the pillow in hope he'd go away and let me sleep. Yeah, that was a big fat nope.
"C'mon Nora," Rolling me back over, he starts to poke at my face, "I told you we have a big day."
Muttering something very unlady like under my breath, I turn to look at his very awake face. His face shows a mockery smirk and bright eyes. I can see the challenge in his eyes; he doesn't think I'll get up. I give him my sweetest smile and once again, push my face into my very comfortable pillow, pushing the palms of my hands to my ears.
I feel Patch's weight lift from the bed and I smile into the pillow. I hear the sink tap turn on and I push my face from the pillow, facing away from the door. I perceive Patch coming, grumbling, I push the black silk blankets over my head and wait for a strong grip to pull them back. Almost instantaneously a smooth, but strong hand tears the blanket from my hands. Freezing cold water drenches my hole top half, and I swear if looks could kill, he'd be dead five times over.
My reaction is exactly what he hoped for. I sprung up, standing on his soft bed; I pounce at Patch with rapid speed and knock him to the floor. We fall to the ground in a heap and suddenly, I'm not tired anymore. I straddle him, punching his hard chest. He lets me punch him for a while. Eventually, help grabs hold of my wrists and flips us.
"You know, you look good wet, Angel." With a wink he is gone.
I raise myself from the ground, walking out of the bedroom, I find Patch rampaging around the kitchen and I admire from the distance. I watch the way his muscles move through the material of his shirt. I see him rub his head and I can't help but laugh, he's so confused. At that moment, he whirls around with a frown set upon his jaw.
"Would you help me?"
I give out a dry laugh. "Isn't this your own kitchen?"
"Yeah, why?" Patch's tone drips confusion.
"Then you should know where everything is. I know this kitchen better than you do and I've only been here for like, 2 or 3 days tops!"
"Yeah, Yeah. I get it. Please help." Patch said with a pleading voice.
"Fine," I smirk, "But only if you leave me to sleep in as late as I want for the rest of the week. Wait, what is the time now?"
A wide smile appears on his manly face and I become worried. What ungodly hour has he woke me up at? "About half past six."
"What the friggen hell! You woke me up NOW?"
"Actually about ten minutes ago." He smirks.
"Okay," I practically growl at him, "While I am cooking us something to eat, you are going to go to the closest town and buy me clothes because what ever we are doing today, I am not going around in this." I signal to my current wardrobe.
Patch's smirk grows bigger. "Why, Angel? That looks fine."
"Hmm, you're funny aren't you? Go now, please. I don't want to eat cold food." I dismissively wave my hand, focusing my attention on finding useful cooking appliances.
Patch walks off, and I begin to day dream. Humming to myself, I float around the kitchen and start to cook. I hear the jingle of keys behind me and I peer over my shoulder.
"You won't leave will you?" Patch's voice carries uncertainty.
I frown at the though. "I'm pretty sure if I wanted to leave already, I would have. And plus, you're buying me free clothes. How could a girl go wrong?"
He softly chuckles and I see tension released. "Alright, I should be back in about 20 minute's tops."
"Hey, Patch, are the shops even open?"
He winks. "Don't worry Angel, I'll find something."
"You better." I respond with a pointed look.
A small grin appears on his face. "Bye."
"Bye." And then he's gone.
I dance around the kitchen, singing along to the song in my head. As loud as, I sing while cooking and allow myself the pleasure of having fun.
I'll run away with your footsteps
I'll build a city that dreams for two
And if you lose yourself
I will find you
I take my dance party around the house, jumping around the furniture, getting louder and louder as I go.
High on words we almost used
We're fireworks with a wet fuse
Flying planes with paper...
I stop dead in my tracks. Fear courses through my body and I immediately begin retreat backwards. His pupils are glowing, his jaw is clenched. Anger radiates from his body and as he comes for me. My back hits a wall and I know there is no escape.
Patch's POV
I found some cheap clothes store in town and bought a few different clothing items for Nora. Jumping straight into the car, the radio instantly started up playing Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls. A smile appeared of my face and I sung along.
As soon as I reached our home I knew something was off. I could see scratch marks clawing down the door and I ran straight in. I instantly noticed a small amount of blood on the wall, then I took in my surroundings. Everything was upside down or smashed.
A small, white letter lay folded at my feet. I slowly crouched down, and open it. I immediately flinch.
Dearest lover boy,
I've taken your precious Nora and I probably won't give her back. Sorry. I hope your goodbye was good enough because it was your last.
-Scott.
