After spending three hours tidying up Patch's apartment – thank god it wasn't that big – we had spent the last forty five minutes taking a well earned break.
Currently, we were in the middle of one of our many snogging sessions, one I was very averse to stopping. One of his hands were resting on my thigh, and one of my hands were hooked around his neck. Both of us were caught up in a frenzy of passion and urgency. Patch's shirt had been ripped off sometime during this, and my other hand was exploring his rippling muscles that felt hard and toned under my touch. Butterflies were in my stomach, and the air surrounding us was buzzing warm energy. We were caught up in our own little safe bubble.
Unfortunately, I knew it was late and I had to go home.
Reluctantly sitting up from my comfortable space on Patch's swanky bed, I push away my not-surprising wild hair away from my face. "I have to go." I sigh.
"No you don't." He says pulling me on to the bed so that we're lying facing each other. He tucks a strand of hair that has escaped behind my ear and then curls me into him protectively. Five more minutes, I think to myself, inhaling his beautiful scent. He smells earthy and minty. Definitely sexy. My head is tucked into his bare strong shoulders, and his messy midnight hair tickles my ear.
"Mmmm…" I murmur into him. "I could get used to this."
"Me too." He whispers. "You don't have to go home. You could always stay at mine."
"I don't think that's a good idea. My mom's due home tonight and she usually surprises me by arriving earlier than she's supposed to."
"Make an excuse. Say you have to sleepover at Vee's because you have a huge project to do."
"My mom would never believe that. She knows I'm a terrible liar."
"Then tell Vee to cover for you."
"Vee doesn't trust you, Patch. She likes you about as much as my mom."
"Angel, I don't want you to feel threatened by these people. Nothing will happen to you, because I won't let it. If you stay one night, and they find out, I'll deal with them. No one will lay a finger on you." His eyes darken at the last part.
I bite my lip, torn between the right thing to do…and Patch. One night wouldn't kill me. I should learn not to be so cautious and live a little. Besides, I knew one hundred percent that Patch would throw himself under a train before he let anyone touch a hair on my head. This knowledge, more than anything is what makes me oblige to his request. That, and the fact Patch never took no for an answer.
"Okay then." I would need to text my mom to tell her I was spending the night with Vee, and then I would need to text Vee to get her to cover for me.
He pulls me away from me and smiles. "Thank you." He gets out of bed unannounced and makes for his now tidy closet.
"Hey," I complain. "Where are you going?"
Instead of answering me, he throws one of his charcoal-gray t-shirts on the bed. Confused, I say "What do I need this for?"
"It's something for you to sleep in. I assume you weren't going to sleep in that." He nods towards my attire of skinny jeans and a top.
I take the t-shirt from the bed and sniff it. Pure Patch. I swing out of bed and head towards the bathroom. "I'm going to get changed."
Me and Patch are walking down a lonely street. It's dark, but I feel safe because Patch is with me. It's cold, but I don't feel it because I'm smuggled into his body. I feel sleepy, and all I want to do is get into bed and cuddle with him.
Suddenly out of nowhere, Patch isn't by my side anymore. I am pushed into a wall and someone is strangling me. I can't breathe.
"Patch!" I try to call out, but my air supply is cut off and I can't say anything. I hear Patch swearing and screaming. He's screaming my name. He's telling me to try and fight them, to try and escape, and he will deal with them. He can't help me because at least six others, all stronger than him are restricting him. But I can't fight him. He's too strong. No, not he. There are two of them now strangling me.
"You will pay." They hiss to me. "We told you to stay away from him, and you didn't listen. This is your punishment."
I try to scream out Patch's name again, but to no avail.
Then I realise that there is no one there but the three of us; the two men strangling me, and myself. Patch is gone, and so are the others that were restraining him. I am alone, and I am completely at their mercy. I cannot breathe, and I am seeing black spots in my vision. I can feel tears streaming down my face. I try screaming, just once more, but no sound comes out. I try kicking at them, fighting them, but it doesn't work. I have no hope left. I cannot be killed, but I know they will do everything else to torture me and hurt me. No one can help me, because no one knows I'm here. Apart from Patch. But he has disappeared, and he was the only person who would be able to protect me in this kind of situation.
I don't know what else to do, so I give up. I stop squirming in their grasp and give up. The men seem to like this. They release me so I fall to the floor, where I lay clutching my throat and gasping, trying to get air. But they don't stop there. They push me down onto the floor. They look at me like fresh meat. I know what they are going to do to me. But I won't let that happen. Somehow, I manage to break from them and run. Adrenaline rushes through me and I am literally running for my life. I have to get far, far away from then. I cry for Patch but no-one is there. The street is derelict and abandoned. There is no sign of life anywhere.
Then I make the fatal mistake of tripping. The men laugh and push me down to the floor again. They are strangling me. I cannot breathe and I know this is going to end very very badly. I try to call out for Patch again, but sounds aren't escaping my mouth. I see black spots in my vision, and try to fight them again though I know it's no use…
I wake up to the sound of screaming, and then I realise it's me. Noticing this, I immediately stop. I release a breath to try and calm myself down. It was just a dream. I tell myself sternly. Well, a nightmare actually. Not only that, it was pretty much my worst nightmare. But it wasn't real. From this at least, I feel some form of relief.
I use the corner of Patch's t-shirts to wipe the remainder of the tears still running down my cheeks. Patch. Where was he? I had just noticed his side of the bed was empty, though it at least looked slept in.
"Patch?" I call out in a hoarse whisper.
No reply. I try again, still with the same results.
I wrap the duvet around myself for warmth and head towards the living room, where the light seems to be on.
My eyes take some time to adjust to lighting and when they do, my eyes widen and I suck in a deep breath.
"Oh my god." I whisper, looking at the sight before me.
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