A/N: Patrick's view
Chapter Nine.
What the hell was I doing? I mean I knew what I was doing. I was standing in the middle of a Californian suburb kissing an angel. What I mean is how could I do this. I was kissing Kat but all I was thinking about was Nic's words. She was right. I was a complete and total hypocrite. I released Kat's face and just looked at her. She was so beautiful. Her eyes were still closed, she looked so happy, like she truly enjoyed that kiss. And I wish that our first kiss could have happened at a different time. Because I wanted it to be the most amazing kiss that I ever had. I wanted to kiss Kat till she was gasping for air. I wanted to kiss her till her peppermint tongue tasted like a cinnamon-peppermint tongue. But that wasn't going to happen today.
A piece of hair fell over Kat's forehead and I whisked it away. At that moment Kat's eyes open. She looked into my eyes and her total bliss expression went down the toilet. She placed a hand on my cheek and stroked soothing circles.
"Patrick what's wrong?"She asked in a small voice. I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead against her forehead. I opened my eyes and stared into her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Kat, I'm tired." I said in a ragged voice. She shook her head from side to side, confused. "I-I'm tired of working so hard to prove that I'm good enough."
"What do you mean good enough?" she asked. I took a deep breath and stepped away from her. I started walking back toward her house. She followed behind. When we finally got to the end of her drive way I stopped. She stopped and wasn't noticing anything but that I was still upset. She didn't see what I was seeing. I was watching her brother laying on the couch, her sister sitting on the love seat flipping through channels and her dad in the kitchen making dinner. "Are you going to tell me what is wrong now?" I took a deep breath.
"Kat come stand here." She walked by my side. I went behind her and placed my hands on her shoulders. "Tell me what you see."
"I see my sister fiddling with the remote, I see a bum on the couch, and my dad making lasagna." She said.
"Yes, but you know what is missing from that window?" I said. She shook her head. "You are. You belong in there. With them, in your window."
"What are you talking about?" she asked clearly getting annoyed. "You are really starting to ruin our special moment."
"You're a smart girl Kat; I think you can figure it out." I told her then I began to walk away. This time she grabbed my wrist.
"You think that you're not good enough?" she said her brow furrowing.
"What is your biggest dream?" I asked.
"To go to brown you know that." she said releasing my wrist.
"Exactly, I don't dream about anything like that." I told her.
"Well you should you are really smart."
"That is not what I'm talking about Kat. People like me, we are not allowed to dream about things like that." she shook her head in confusion. I took in a ragged breath. "Do you want to come meet my mother?" I asked. Her brow furrowed again in confusion. But then shook her head in yes. "Alright go get dressed I'll be here." Then she walked away silently back up her drive way. It only took her a few seconds to be in the living room and in view of the window that I was looking through. And it was a perfect image she was standing there telling her dad she was going to go out. Her sister and brother were fighting over the remote. It was perfect. I walked back over to my bike and sat down and waited for Kat. She needed a reality check. My mom was the best chance she had at that.
A/N: Kat's view.
I went up stairs to get dressed. Once I got into my room I began to worry about what I would wear. Should I wear fancy clothes or just wear what I normally wear. I sat on the bed taking my hair out the pigtails and let my hair fall down my back. And I began to think. Patrick was acting really strange. He should be thrilled that we just shared an amazing kiss. Given it was only a peck, but it had a spark that was outrageously dangerous, that spark could quite easily become a flame. I decided on wearing a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt.
I walked out of the front door. Once Patrick was in sight on his bike I ran down to him with a smile. He tried to smile but it was in vain. I saw right through it. Something was really bothering him.
"You ready?" he asked. I shook my head and jumped on the back of his bike at the same moment he started it up.
The drive to Patrick's house was along one. And I realized that all the months that I lived in this city, I haven't been on this side of town. There were people sitting out on the street watching a game on a TV the size of my foot. There were children running in the street after a ball, one of the kids almost got hit by a car, but the person driving swerved, but kept driving. This was a type of atmosphere that I wasn't really accustomed to.
We turned down a street there were gangsters and thugs hung out in a driveway. There were Junkers all over the street. I heard gunshots behind us. The sound made me jump. We pulled into a driveway that had five cars in it that looked extremely nice considering the neighborhood that they rested in. there were a few men that were standing by the cars, all of them wearing do rags and looks that screamed 'I will kill you'.
"You live here?" I asked. He just shook his head and jumped off his bike. I followed and ran up next to him and grabbed his hand. He looked down at my face then kept walking. Once we reached the front door Patrick placed a very complicated knock on the door.
"Who is it!" someone yelled trough the door. They sounded very big and mean. Patrick looked down at my face.
"It's Val's kid." He called back. The person opened the door a tidbit. The man behind the door was a very big Blackman. He looked like a bouncer.
"Who's the girl?" he asked Patrick. Patrick looked at him unafraid, but I was standing there nearly shitting in my pants.
"Who is it!" another man called from behind the door. The bouncer opened the door wide enough for the man to look and see who it was. "Ah look Val. It's your deadbeat son." The man said to a woman sitting on the couch in what looked like only a robe. She had burses on her face her hair was a mess she was holding a glass of liquid that I was pretty sure wasn't apple juice. The man that spoke was very big he had blonde hair that went to his neck; he was wearing dress pants and red wine shirt.
"What are you doing back here Patrick?" his mom asked from the couch. Just then Nic walked into the room and sat on the floor in front of Patrick's mom on the floor. She was still in the daisy dukes.
"I wanted you to meet someone." he said and walked into the house. But I remained outside. His mom looked beyond him to me, then back to him again.
"It don't think I can meet her right now Patrick." She told him. My eyes saw the coffee table in front of the couch. It had thousands of dollars on it.
"No now would be a perfect time. I want her to see the real you mom." He said. He was really starting to scare me; the way he was speaking could get him killed.
"Hey, you piece of shit! Listen to your mother." said the man in the wine shirt.
"I was speaking with my mother Paul. Is that alright?" Patrick asked. The man name Paul walked over to Patrick pulling a gun out from the back of his pants.
"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Paul asked. He put the gun to Patrick's head. I found myself stumbling into the house. "I could kill you and no one would give a shit. You know why?" he asked. Patrick didn't respond. "'cuz you're a loser." Paul cocked the gun back.
"Hey Paulie. Leave him alone. He didn't mean to speak to you like that." Patrick's mom called. Paul kept the gun up against Patrick's head.
"You know you're lucky you have a mother that loves you." Paul smacked Patrick's cheeks. "Aren't you?" Paul said louder. Patrick's eyes went to his mother.
"Yes, I am very lucky."Patrick said. Then all of a sudden Paul hit Patrick in the stomach so hard that it made Patrick fall to the ground. I ran to Patrick's side.
"Get this piece of shit out of my face." Said Paul to the bouncer.
A/N: one serious twist huh? Yeah I read it to my sister she thought this was the most amazing chapter out of them all but I have to tell you that the next chapter will be the end of the story. Why? Well because I have a super huge surprise. That's why. Ok until next time.
Love, Maisha.
