It all happened so fast, her father's death had been over a period, but in a period of three seconds it happened. They had been going strong for a month, and she was dreading going back to England at the end of the summer.

A smile caught on the redhead's lips, as she stuffed her fingers into her pockets. First she heard the yelling, then a preppy blonde's voice came next. Out of her curious mind she stuck her head around the corner, she reconized Eddie's jacket right away, but the girl, she did not. Patricia watched the scene play out, and she knew it was trouble, she new he was trouble, but she stayed. It had been a mistake.

"But Eddie you said that you loved me!" The blonde flew herself forward, and Eddie didn't back away.

Breathe Patricia Breathe, it's probably not what you think it is. She told herself, as she bit down on her lip.

"Jessica!" Eddie growled.

Then it was all like slow motion, it all happened so fast, and the feeling she have was like a ton of bricks had just knocked her out. She watched the so called girl's lips hit Eddie's, and the worst of it all she watched Eddie kiss her back. The tears formed in her pale eyes, and ran down. She felt the pain all over again, but this time, it was worse. It felt worse..

Her combat boots hit the ground, and she knew that Eddie had turned around; he saw her red curls spin off her neck, and hit it again. She ran the two blocks down to her Aunt Marie's, Patricia could hear Eddie's feet behind her.

"Yacker wait!" But she didn't wait, she didn't turn around.

The front door to her aunt's house slammed, and her body flew into her ,red painted, room seconds after she entered the house.

"Patricia wait, please just let me explain!" She turned to see that Eddie had followed her, his voice was pleading with her, but she chose to blow up in his face. She wiped her face.

"You creep, I trusted you!-"

"Patricia I-" She cut him off.

"You wanna know the worst part of it? You were the first person that I truly trusted since my father's death.. I never want to see you again! Just get out." Patricia's voice broke on the last sentance, but Eddie did as he was told. She slammed the door shut to her room as loud as she could manage. The tears rolled out as soon as she fell onto her bed.

She heard her aunt's footsteps enter the room, and she breathed out the only words that she could.

"I trusted him Aunt Marie."

The next thing that she remembered was waking up with her her face in her pillow the following morning blanket was wrapped over her body, and she had slept in her clothes from the pervious day. Even from having her face stuffed into a pillow she could feel the makeup as it smeared down her cheekbones. She bit her lip and rose her head out of the pillow.

It had happened, it wasn't just a dream, Eddie had kissed a different girl. A girl that wasn't her. No she wasn't going to start crying again, because if she did the tears were never going to stop. Patricia bit down hard on her lip, and forced herself off of her bed, she threw the blanket back.

She passed the nightstand dresser as she made her way to the bathroom, she was right, she looked terrible. Her makeup was smeared, masscara underneath her eyes, hair red curls were matted. She shook her head and bit the inside of her cheek. Why did Eddie make her act like that?

"Patricia, I know you probably don't feel like it, but can you come downstairs?" Her aunts voice rang in her ears as she nodded. Her reflection in the mirror made her frown, she really did look awful!

"I'll be right there!" She yelled as she yanked open her dresser drawers. Patricia flung a pair of black skinny jeans onto the floor, her underclothes, a sliver half top, a gray tank top. She ran to the bathroom to wash off her face, and she pulled on her clothes, along with a pair of ankle socks. Patricia pulled her matted curls into ponytail, and ran downstairs.

She saw the red hair of the women, her smile, and she knew who it was. Her Mother.