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Chapter 8

Pat's POV

You know when you're a little kid, and you have a bad dream? Your dad comes in and calms you down, tells you a story to get you back to sleep. After a while, he falls asleep next to you, and when you wake up, you wonder what happen, and then you remember. I was feeling that confusion as I watched Eric sit there next to Soda, acting as if he never hurt my sister. I remember what they said and what he did to her. How dare he even be here with us, let alone try to talk to her. He didn't deserve my sister, all he did was take advantage of her…..

"Why are you doing this? You make me sick Eric!"

"Well you make me sick too!"

The sound of something shattering against the wall could have awakened the dead. There was more shouting. Screams of 'What happened to us having our own kids?' and 'How the hell are we going to pay the bills?" rang through the house. I felt Mikey tremble under my arm. Mikey had come up into my room after J.D and Eric woke him up with their screaming. Ever since J.D got custody for us all they did was fight. About us, money, their so called 'sex life', Eric's no-so-steady job. They had fought before, but only when we weren't home, they had never done this before.

"Why are they acting like this? They never did before Dad d-died" M.J whispers. I pull him closer.

"I don't know. J.D misses Dad and Eric misses J.D. It'll get better." I say to him gently.

"Just get out! Just get the hell out!" J.D screams.

"Forget this I don't need this!" Eric slams the door and leaves. J.D sobs echo the house.

Eric looks at me, and that bastard smiles.

"How's it been Pat?"

That tears it!

I pounced on him and threw him on the floor. I had more muscle on me than he did so I could hold him down easily. I whammed my fist into his nose, then into him mouth. Blood was starting to leak out from his nose. I hit him I don't know how many times before Darry and Soda pulled me off of him.

"Fucking bastard!" I scream. Eric was barely awake anymore. Steve and Two-Bit kneel down beside Eric checking on him. His face was covered in blood; it was starting to stain the carpet. Eric's nose was bent at a weird angle, and his eye was starting to swell.

"You're the reason that J.D is so damn miserable. You're the reason that she has to work 12 hour shifts just so that we can keep our house!" I scream.

"Patrick! Cool it kiddo, just cool it." Soda says as he and Darry drag me outside. They hold me back from Eric so that I don't kill him.

"Patrick! Stop it!" Darry says as I fight them as they pull me outside. I keep fighting and struggling as they pull me outside. They sit me on the porch swing trying to get me to calm down. Thank God that Rose took him before all this.

I feel like I can't breathe. The air that was in my lungs just turned to ice, making the world seem hazy. I can't hear Soda or Darry anymore; I only can see and hear the images that were running through my head.

Mom lying in her casket.

Mikey riding his bike without training wheels.

J.D holding me as I cried at Dad's funeral.

Dad dying right before me, fighting to breathe.

Eric lying beneath me, bleeding.

Dad, J.D, Mom, Mikey, Darry, Soda, Cola, Dad….

Soda's POV

Pat was hyperventilating. More than that, he was in shock. His eyes rolled up inside his head, he couldn't breathe. Darry gently slapped his face, trying to snap him out of it. He put his head between his legs, but it didn't help.

"Pat, kiddo, breathe, you have to relax and breathe. Damn it, Lizzy I need your help!"

Lizzy comes out to us, her shirt smeared with some of Eric's blood. She looks at Patrick and gasps.

"Lay him down on the ground." She commands. Lizzy had been a nurse for almost 20 years, and boy was she good. She checks his pulse and feels his neck and cheeks.

"He's going into shock." She says bluntly. She leans down to his level and whispers in his ear.

"Pat, sweetie, you need to breathe, just breathe. Breathe with me, Pat."

But it didn't help. Patrick tried to get air into his lungs, but it wasn't working. Lizzy sighed and looked at Darry.

"Go get me an ice pack. And check on Eric." Darry goes. Pat was starting to sweat, and was looking sickly pale.

"What caused this?" I ask her.

"Stress, most likely." She says as she loosens up Pat's jacket.

Darry came back and gave the ice pack to Lizzy. She dabbed Pat's face and neck with it. Pat started to get his breathing back under control.

"There you go baby. Just relax and breathe, there we are." She says helping him sit up. Pat groans and holds his head.

"Soda, help him into Mikey's room. He'll want some sleep." She says. I nod and put my arm under his shoulder. I lead him into the house as everyone stars at me. Eric was holding a bag of peas over his lip looking at Pat concerned.

"Is he alright?" he asks. I shake my head

"No, he's not."

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