A/N: I am sooooo sorry this took so long! Enjoy!
"Kat just so happens to be the amazing girl that you forced me to break off a great relationship with. And Kat, I am sorry to admit that this is the 'old-friend-who-is-more-than-a-friend' that came to town," Patrick continued.
Both girls slowly turned to face each other. Their faces contorted into those of horror, then of extreme disgust.
"Holy crap! It's you? No, it can't be…is this really her? I can't believe she has the guts to show her face to me- I can't believe this…Jesus H. Christ!" Kat prattles, frantically jabbing her finger at Mai. She turned on Patrick. "Are you sure this is the dolt who believes she can screw with me?"
"Yes," he replied, "She is Mai and you are Kat."
Mai finally spoke up, sick of Kat's unnecessary hysteria. "This is your precious kitty-Kat? Puh-lease…"
"Yeah, well, at least he loves me and doesn't use me to get what he wants." Kat watched a different look come about Mai's face. "Oh, so I pushed a button, didn't I?"
"Ladies, stop. You know who each other are know, so my job is done and you can gooo…" He yawned. "You can go home and brood. I'm tired, so I'll be going to bed. I trust you, uh, know the way out."
"I'm not leaving until you tell me that you love me like I know you do," Mai said to him, pathetically trying to be her hardest to be seductive.
"Oh, grow up. He is so over you." Kat shuddered. "I can't even believe I ever associated with that slut," she muttered, although just a little too loudly.
"Would you like to repeat that? I don't believe I heard quite clearly." Mai snapped back, her voice full of sarcasm.
"Now girls, no cat fi…fi…fighting." Patrick tried to stifle a yawn.
Kat ignored him. "I said, I can't believe I ever associated with that complete slut! What are you gonna do, cry about it?"
"No. Something a little more like this…" Mai ran at Kat, hand balled in a fist, ready to deliver a blow that could leave Kat with one ugly black eye. Kat ducked, just narrowly missing her red-nailed fist. Kat automatically punched back, and Mai's surprise from not connecting with Kat's face left her vulnerable to Kat's attack. Now's my chance to finally see that money towards kickboxing lessons finally pay off, Mai thought. She ignored the pain that seared through out the left side of her face as she tasted the sweet nectar of her veins roll across her tongue. She got off lucky with that one, Mai thought. In a second, Mai had punched Kat in the face and was now elbowing her in the stomach. Kat bent over, coughing up a river of crimson and looking quite out of breath. "Had enough yet?"
Kat looked up at her opponent. Something told her to back away, to stop fighting. But, being stubborn and still full of pure hate towards her challenger, she wheezed back, "I haven't even begun yet." Which of course was a lie. That bitch has got more in her than I thought… Damn, my stomach hurts! She'll pay!
Patrick sat there, watching this all unfold before him. His efforts of "You had better stop" and "There is absolutely no reason to be doing this" were pointless and not picked up by either of the girls. He was at a loss of what to do.
Kat got up again, fists guarding her face and ready to attack. Mai snickered cruelly. "What's so funny?"
"It's just… you are so pathetic! You actually think that you can beat me don't you? Well, I am warning you now: you probably won't even live through this ordeal. I am more deadly than I am sure you make me out to be." With that, Mai swung her fist out towards the slightly puzzled Kat. Kat, thinking surprisingly fast, grabbed Mai's forearm in a death grip. Mai was at the same time surprised and weakened. Kat saw her opportunity and kicked Mai in the stomach. Mai grimaced. "That's all you've got? Oh please!" She grabbed Kat's forearm and twisted it in to a painful position.
Kat, no longer being able to stand Mai's cruel comments, pushed her backwards as hard as she could into the wall. Mai landed on her backside and felt something sharp in her back pocket prick her leg. She instantly remembered what was hidden there. Mai silently debated whether or not this was worth being possibly being sent to jail for or, if fate is not in her favor, dying for. If I am not going to have Patrick, then I may as well make sure no one can have him!
"You had enough yet?" Kat mockingly questioned as she glanced down at her silent opponent.
Mai returned her gaze with a malicious glint in her eye. "Think again…" Mai shoved Kat right back into a chair, which Kat tripped over and fell to the floor. "Say goodbye, kitty-Kat!" Kat saw, Mai reach for her back pocket, wondering what it held.
Patrick, not wanting to get involved before, now saw that it was a necessity. Seeing Mai pull this trick before, he felt he had no choice…
Kat, fearing the worst, huddled up in to a ball, waiting for something to happen. After a moment, she noticed neither new areas of pain nor the feeling of Mai's figure malevolently hovering over her own crouched figure. She cracked open her left eye slightly. Nothing. She straightened up and opened the other eye. Kat saw the figure of Patrick standing in front of her, staring at the ground. Her eyes followed his gaze. Kat gasped as her eyes met the shape of Mai's unconscious body sprawled across the ground, black locks spilled across the hardwood floor and a stream of crimson trickling down the smooth paleness of her right cheek. She gaped at Patrick in horror. "She's not…"
"Dead? I doubt it. I just knocked her out." He saw concern reflected in her eyes. "I had to- she was going to kill you. I should know. I've seen that same look in her eyes before." At the sight of her confused face, Patrick knew he had to show her. I have to. I have kept all this part of my past a secret. Up until now. I must tell her. There is no other way she will understand my pains of the past and my pains of spending days in her absence. He lifted up his shirt, revealing a deep red scar running from his hip across his stomach.
For the second time that night, Kat uncharacteristically gasped. She wanted to look into his eyes and show him how sorry she felt for him. But she was too mesmerized by the pain, the story, the truth behind this permanent mark forever embedded in his skin. Kat walked towards him, running her index finger gingerly along his scar. He winced. "Sorry." Their eyes met and locked. Kat felt her heart rate accelerate. How could this Patrick be the same on e who left me for someone else? How can I really believe that he was forced to? Then again, if it was that crazy-ass bitch that gave him that scar, maybe she really does make up for her size with her fighting techniques and abilities…Can I really forgive him? She didn't know what do to, what to think. Kat's hand lingered on his bare chest, longing to stay there for an eternity. Her eyes lingered, too, caught up in the enchantment of his eyes. She couldn't take her eyes away, as much as it pained her to keep on looking. She felt the tears well up behind her eyelids. A single stinging drop rolled down her cheek; she turned away, refusing to let him see her in a vulnerable state. Kat felt his arms wrap just tightly enough around her own. She remembered how much she loved those arms and how much she missed the warm feeling of comfort they bestowed upon her. She turned around to face him again, but this time to release herself from his embrace.
Patrick held her shoulders to keep her from pulling away. He lowered his head to look her straight in her entrancing eyes. "I am intensely and sincerely sorry. I don't know if I can ever make it up to you, but I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me." He looked at her with eyes full of hope, much like those of a stray puppy longing to be loved.
"How could I ever resist those eyes?" Kat smiled. "I guess I have no other choice but to forgive you," she said with feigned annoyance. Kat looked up once more into those dark, captivating eyes. She closed in, as did he. They kissed as they had not done in what felt like an eternity. They savored the sweetness of each other's lips, feeling the feeling only experienced when their bodies touched in this way. He broke the kiss, leaving Kat aching for more. She looked into Patrick's eyes, pleading for more, but she saw that his flickered as though hiding a secret. "What are you up to now?"
"Wait right there. Oh, and close your eyes." He noticed her puzzled look. "Just close them!" Kat reluctantly agreed and stood there, eyes closed, in the middle of the room, feeling like a fool. She heard a slight rustling of plastic bags coming from the next room. She inwardly laughed at the adorable idea of him getting her something and how hard he tried. It was then she realized how much she loved him and how she could never let him go. Kat fought back the beginnings of any tears as she heard them reenter the room. Since when did I become so emotional? "Okay, open up!" She cracked her eyelids slowly open, resting them upon an intricately decorated tambourine in Patrick's outstretched hand as he beamed proudly.
"You think you are quite the comedian, don't you?" They both laughed. "I wouldn't have you any other way, Patrick. Now… where were we?" Again, it was lips touching lips. Both fell prisoner to each other and the love that they shared. Passion sparked, and for those few moments, it felt to the two lovers that all was well with the world.
But they were brought back, crashing head first into reality with a small moan emitted from neither one of them. Mai was regaining consciousness. "What do you suppose we do with her?" Patrick asked Kat. She shrugged in response. Mai stirred once again. Patrick sighed and looked down upon her with a mixture of disgust and pity.
The doorbell rang, signaling a visitor. "Now, who I the hell could that be, ringing the bell at," Patrick checked his watch, "12:20 in the morning?"
A/N: You like? Hope so! That's all for now folks…I will try to update sooner next time….sorry to have kept you waiting!
Charlotte ;)
