The next morning, Patricia woke up to Drew knocking on the girls' door. Piper, who had been doing her makeup, looked up to see her boyfriend standing in the doorway.
"Drew!" She quickly got up and threw her arms around his neck. "What are you doing here?"
"Just coming to say hi." Drew shrugged. "So… hi."
"How about you leave so I can get dressed?" Patricia sat up in bed, obviously not in the best of moods.
"You and Eddie need to kiss and make up already. Geez. It's all sass from both of you lately." Drew gave Patricia a look.
"Great, does the whole town know?" Patricia rolled her eyes and scowled.
"Pretty much." Drew shrugged again. He looked back at his girlfriend. "If I walk you to work, can I get a free sandwich?"
"I guess." Piper teased. She glanced back at her sister. "Do you want us to wait for you, Trixie?"
"Nah." Patricia padded to her dresser. "I'll meet you at the diner, yeah?"
"Sure." Piper responded. She slid her arm around Drew's waist and led him out of her and Patricia's room.
Patricia could hear the door slam shut downstairs…
Along with some voices. Angry, spiteful voices.
Her parents were at each other's throats again. Patricia strained to hear what they were arguing about this time.
"It was those counseling lessons that sucked the money out of our bank account!" Mr. Williamson insisted.
"Are you suggesting we should've just gone without them?!" Mrs. Williamson countered.
"No!" Mr. Williamson yelled back. "But we could've picked a different, less expensive counselor!"
"So that our daughter—who was raped by her boyfriend—could continue suffering with bad dreams and memories because we didn't want to pay the extra money for a highly recommended counselor?"
"Elizabeth! That's not what I'm saying and you KNOW that!"
As they continued bickering, Patricia it her lip, letting it bleed. That counselor had done wonders for her, but she hadn't realized that it had drained most of the money out of her families' bank account. How could she have been so naïve?
Patricia wondered over to the bathroom she and Piper both shared.
Why didn't she notice that they were running out of money?
Ben… He was to blame.
Patricia had trusted him. Not as much as she had trusted Eddie, but close.
And they both tore her down. Ben had broken her soul, and Eddie had broken her heart.
Patricia felt the world blur slightly as she drew the first cut into her left wrist with a razor.
Stupid… Naïve… Deserved it…No one loves you anymore… The little voices in her head chanted.
Her phone began ringing. She glanced at it. Eddie's picture appeared on the screen. Evidently, he was calling her for who knows what reason.
Eddie… Stupid girl… Throwing away the best relationship you have ever had…
She made another slash mark on her wrist, this one deeperthan the first shallow one.
Why doesn't Eddie just leave? Ava would take him. And she wouldn't let him go.
Patricia made an incision on her right wrist.
Weak…
Patricia put her leather jacket on to hide her new scars, and headed off.
Angst! Sorry if this caused any negative emotions…
I'm sick and so expect at least one more update today!
I was sooo glad Jackie was forgiven! (:
MajorPeddieShipper: Thanks for the tweet!
golferbabe: State :P Either is stressful if you ask me.