Chapter 16

Patton's POV

I huffed and lay back in bed. For some reason I had a feeling she didn't leave because of her parents. And another thing I noticed last night, was that she was acting like she'd slept with someone else. You know that guilty kind of….yeah, you know what I mean. It was as if she was guilty about it the whole time.

And I admit that though I did enjoy myself, and got a little rough with her…but it just didn't seem right. It wasn't perfect for a first time, which got me thinking about where we stood. And after a very long time of pondering and analyzing, it hit me.

She used me.

I sat up, and I felt my eyes becoming teary. But I couldn't cry, I was a drill sergeant for pete's sake! I wiped my eyes, and got up to reach my dresser. I looked in the mirror, and saw the violated sheets of my bed. It took me back to last night, and it hurt to know it was all for her selfish reasons, whatever they were.

The anger began to boil up quickly, and I looked at myself in the mirror in pity. Before I could stop myself, I pulled my fist back and hastily punched the center of the mirror. The glass shattered all over my arm, and some pieces stabbed right into my knuckle. But did I care? Not likely.

Well, until I realized I was going to the Arctic Base to check up on things and the fact that my hand was now pouring blood out and began to kill like hell. I heard knocking on the front door, and I cursed as I grabbed my glass splinter-filled hand and ran to the bathroom to clean up.

"Patton?" I recognized the voice as Fanny's. "You home?"

I tripped over a rug in the hall, and cursed loudly. She must've heard me, as I heard hard footsteps trudging up. I skidded to the bathroom, and began rummaging through for something to stop the bleeding. I heard Fanny coming down the hall, and in the bathroom mirror I saw her shocked expression of my hand.

"What did you do?" She asked, coming in and pulling my hand towards her.

I cringed as a fingernail dug into the corner of a cut. She took it away instantly. "Sorry. Sit down, we need to get the glass out."

"I'll be fine." I stated flatly, trying to hide my emotion from her. But I could see she already knew I was emotionally hurt.

She pulled out some tweezers from the medicine cabinet, and sat down beside me so she could pull it out.

As she plucked, the questions came instantly.

"So, I know you're obviously upset about something, because people don't punch glass." She started. "SO tell me, what happened? And don't lie to me."

I sighed, and decided to tell her a little bit. "Well, Rachel came over last night…but it turned out she was trying to ease her pain."

Fanny nodded, and she got where I was getting at. She grabbed a larger piece of glass, and ripped it out a little too fast.

"Oh my, sorry!" She said, dropping the tweezers completely and grabbed my hand. She looked up, and I felt a wave of regret coming over. And then I knew why. I leant in close to her face, and my lips brush against hers

She stiffened up, and pushed me away. I realized what happened, and turned away from her. She got up, and began to leave.

"Um, I'll be going now." She said quietly. "Don't come today, I'll ask Hoagie to. You need to sort a few issues out."

She left, and I cursed slightly.