A/N: Here's the3rd chapter.
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Well, without further ado... Chapter 3!

Chapter 3

Turning on the engine of his car with a flick wrist, Jane couldn't help but gaze at the woman sat next him. Her scent enveloped him, the warm smell of vanilla and cinnamon that made his heart flutter in his chest.

"Why do you keep staring!" She turned in her seat catching him off guard, giving him a pointed glare for his efforts.

"I don't know what you mean" He replied shrugging his shoulders, giving her his most charming smile in hopes that she wouldn't push the question. He had been staring, how could he not?

"You were, and you were back in the club too!" Shaking her head at him, turning to look outside the window. The sky was pitch black, with street lights beaming by as they drove past them. Rain was pouring down causing little droplets to hit the window; Teresa sat and watched as these droplets slowly fell down the window.

"I wasn't staring, but even I were you must have been looking at me to even notice" A smug grin was plastered on his face, after what he decided was a smooth cover-up.

She didn't seem to acknowledge what he said however; her eyes were fixed on the window like she was lost in thought. Jane took his eyes off the road realising she was elsewhere. He stared at her for a second, he found her so intriguingly beautiful, he wanted to know more, what was her story?

"Hey" Jane reached out placing his hand on hers which lie on her thigh.

Flinching a little, she pulled her away at the unfamiliar caring, affectionate touch. His hand felt warm and she immediately regretted the hasty decision. She closed her eyes for a second, willing herself to get a grip on her emotions. He wasn't caring or affectionate; he was just a stranger doing a job for John.

"So Jane… Is that your real name?" She decided to ask taking the attention away from herself, releasing some of the tension that had settled over them.

"Eh, well yeah, but it's my surname, Patrick is my first name"

"Ah, I thought Jane was a little feminine. Although…" She replied in a suggestive manner, grinning up at him cheekily.

"Hey!" Putting one of his hands over his chest where his heart would be, faking hurt. He found the laughter from Teresa refreshing as it warmed his heart. He hadn't seen her smile, let alone laugh since he had met her and he decided he wanted to see her smile more and hear the little giggle she made when she laughed.

"How about you then Teresa, any nicknames you care to share with the class?" With that question asked her smile almost immediately disappeared. After sensing her change in mood, Patrick glanced from the road and saw her eyes looking a million miles away, and her hand clutching a necklace he hadn't realised she was wearing.

"Um sorry I didn't mean to…"

"No no, it's fine, it's just my mum she would call me Reese" She smiled fondly at the thought, still clinging to the necklace.

"Used too..?" Jane pushed; wanting to find out more about what had her drifting away, half expecting her to shy away from the question.

"Well she… she died a couple years ago" Looking beside him towards her, she also turned as their eyes locked, each pair looking deeper into the others. Jane found hers mesmerizing, but the tears that glazed them broke his heart a little.

"And that's her necklace…" It was more of a suggestion than a question. He'd guessed the fact after seeing her cling to it since the conversation begun.

"Yeah it was hers once upon a time. She gave it to me years ago" She turned and smiled up at him. She never really spoke about the death of her mum to anyone; it always brought up memories that she didn't want to think about.

Patrick made her want to talk about it though; his calming voice and understanding eyes just seemed to draw it out of her. He made her want to celebrate her mum's life instead of grieving her loss. He made her feel carefree and relaxed, nobody could do that usually with her; she didn't allow them to.

"Well Reese, here we are" Jumping from the thoughts she didn't realise she was lost in. She glanced out of the window, realising they were indeed outside her house, not only that, her dad was home.

"Argh crap" She said biting her lip.

"What's up?" concern written on Patrick's face.

"Nothing, I'll be out in10 minutes, just…just stay here kay" Putting on her most reassuring smile as she made sure Patrick wouldn't follow her in, the last thing she wanted him to see was her father and whatever state he was in.

"Okay…" Frowning as she shut the door leaving the car. He wasn't stupid, there was something she didn't want him to see and he was curious. If she was any longer than 10minutes, curiosity would kill the cat.

She slowly walked through the door almost creeping; she turned closing the door trying to make the least amount of noise as possible. As she went in further she shivered, it seemed dark to her, she wasn't sure if it was the way it was decorated, or if it was the bad memories she always associated with the place.

Reaching her room she pulled her large duffel bag from the top of her wardrobe. Quickly throwing everything she thought she needed inside it, not entirely sure what attire was best for Florida, shorts and t-shirts? Florida was hot right? Shaking her head with a sigh she zipped up the bag whilst moving to the bathroom where she would retrieve the needed toiletries.

Making her way slowly down the stairs, she heard a groan from the living room. Great she thought, drunk again. As she reached the bottom a large creak came from the step. Cringing at the noise she stopped, took a deep breath and carried on.

"Teresa!" Oh no he'd heard her. As much as she wanted to ignore him she couldn't, who knows what state he was in. Walking through into the living room, she glanced over to the sofa where her father was sprawled out. She could smell the alcohol radiating off him from where she stood.

"Where're you goin'?" After seeing Teresa holding her large bag, her father got up and advanced toward her. Compared to Teresa he was tall; the closer he got the more he seemed to tower over her.

"I'm just going out for the night" She lied as best she could, although she knew she was a terrible liar.

"No you're not; you're stayin' 'ere!" Backing away from him toward the front door she felt her heart quicken. The next thing she knew, her back was against the front door, her father looking down at her, his features had darkened considerably.

His large hand came up to her face grabbing her chin roughly pushing her against the wall. Her breaths came short and sharp, she had no idea what he was going to do this time, never could she come accustom to the pain he caused.

"Let me go" Although it was supposed to come out strong and convincing it was more of a whisper that could barely be heard. Laughing down at her bitterly he slowly tightened the grip he had on her, pulling her up a little so they were face to face.

"You. Are going. Nowhere." He practically spat at her. Next thing she knew, he threw her into the wooden table that stood next to the door. Landing face first she whimpered at the sting from her nose and the blood she felt treacle down from it. She stay lying there for a second until her father stalked off back to the living room laughing to himself.

Picking herself up with her bag, wiping the blood from her nose she quickly crept out the door making sure her father didn't notice. She practically ran to Patrick's car holding back the tears she got inside, throwing her bag in the back.

Turning in her seat to look at Patrick who stared down at her with an intense gaze. She saw a mixture of emotions in his eyes, shock, confusion and concern.

"What happened? Your nose is bleeding." Making his by point by pointing toward her nose, leaning in to take a look.

"I know. Just drive OK." Turning her head away from him in an attempt to stop him from inspecting her injuries.

"But…"

"I don't wanna talk about it!" Her voice cracked a little as a lump formed in her throat.

"Just take me to John's OK" Looking over at her, Patrick saw a bruise forming on her cheek and her nose still pouring blood.

"Look his is like20 minutes away, we'll stop at mine it's about 5 minutes from here. Get you sorted out first OK?" He was concerned about her, she wasn't even 10 minutes in there and she came out like this. He guessed this was the reason she didn't want him inside. If only he had gone in, he probably could have prevented it he thought as he looked at her, she looked so fragile.

"I don't know" She began to protest but Patrick wasn't willing to give in.

"Look, we would be there by now if we weren't debating this. Let's just stop the bleeding from your nose, and I'll take you to John's" After she nod in agreement he started the car, relieved she had agreed to it. He felt a little sad he couldn't look after her though, but that was John's job right, he thought bitterly.

After walking into his apartment he threw his keys on the kitchen counter. Teresa was sat in his living room with a tissue on her nose, the blood beginning to stop.

"Would you like tea or something?"

"Yeah teas good thanks" Sounding like she had a cold with the tissue pressed against her nose. Patrick came from the kitchen with a pack of frozen peas under his arm and a cup of tea in each hand.

"Here, this might help" Handing her the peas he sat down next to her, searching her face for any other injuries.

"The bruise is coming out a little more, definitely visible" He ghosted his finger over her bruise his touch was soft and caring but the pain from the bruise caused her to wince.

"Sorry I didn't mean to hurt you..."

"It's OK" She replied with a reassuring smile on her face, as she sank into the chair with a sigh.

"So Reese, what happened?" Smiling at the use of her nickname, it sounded good coming from his lips. She didn't want to answer his question though; she didn't want him knowing about this, what would he think about her then?

"Nothing happened"

"Oh so your nose just started bleeding and the bruise formed on its own did it?" He stated incredulously.

"Yep" Smiling to herself, Teresa new he didn't believe her one bit, it was just easier to ignore telling him what happened.

"You are a terrible liar. Come on, you can tell me what happened" He tried his best to assure her, but she didn't seem to be listening. He wanted her to know he was there; she could rely on him if she needed too. He had an idea what happened and if she wouldn't tell him, he would just guess.

"Look, it's fine OK, it's not like it's never happened before." She gradually becoming bored with his persistence to find out what happened, she just didn't want to talk about it, she didn't want him judging her because of this.

"So your dads hurt you before then?" She straightened herself in her seat, how did he know that? She turned to glare at him, seeing that he had a grin on his face. He got the reaction he wanted, so he was right.

"What did he do?" Patrick proceeded with his questions as he already knew he was right about the situation he just wanted to know the exact circumstances.

Teresa began biting her lip nervously in thought. She didn't want to tell him, but he was there looking at her expectantly like he wanted to know, like he cared about her somehow.

"He… he pushed me into our side table. He didn't realise what he was doing he'd been drinking" She told him guiltily, making up excuses for him. She felt as though a little weight was taken from her after telling him. She looked up to see his face, smile gone and serious concerned face in place.

"He's done this before?"

"Ever since mum died…I'm too much of a reminder" Admitting it broke her heart, but it was true. It was her fault she was gone and now that was all her father saw when he looked at her. Patrick had a frown present on his face like he was deep in thought, deciding what he thought.

"A reminder of what?" He shuffled closer to Teresa on the sofa, looking into her eyes intently.

"That it's my fault" Her voice cracked as she told him, biting back the tears. She closed her eyes dropping her hand with the frozen peas in to her lap, willing the images and memories to leave her mind. She took a deep shuddering breath in an attempt to calm herself.

"It's not your fault…" Patrick had moved considerably closer to Teresa, his face mere inches from hers. Opening her eyes, she gasped a little at how close he actually was, but couldn't bring herself to move away.

"You don't know that" She gradually edged closer to him, already wondering how his lips felt. He took a quick glance in to her eyes to make sure she wouldn't pull away, and saw her also edging forward. Feeling her breath on his lips his heart sped up. Then her phone went off. Both jumping back, looking at each other in an awkward sort of way.

"Hey John" She answered. Patrick sighed, flopping back into his chair; of course it was John, another reminder that he wasn't hers. He hadn't even known her 24 hours, but he wanted her for himself and if John hadn't called Teresa he was pretty sure she would have kissed him, she must've felt something too he thought.

"Um, that was John he's at his now, could you maybe drop me off" Teresa turned to him; she seemed a little shy, as if the interruption of John changed her a little.

"Yeah sure, let's go" He went to get up, but not before she grabbed his hand.

"Sorry about… you know. It would've been a mistake, I'm sorry" Patrick nodded his head at her, he felt a little hurt by it. He had looked into her eyes before they were about to kiss and he was pretty sure she knew exactly what she was doing.

"It's OK, me too, don't know what came over me" Teresa didn't know what she expected him to say, but after he said it she felt her smile drop a little. She knew in herself that she did want to kiss him, but then there was John, what would he do if he found out? There never seemed to be any chemistry between her and John but with Patrick ever since they'd met earlier, she only became fonder of him as the night grew on. She decided that this couldn't end well.

With that they both headed out the door, where Patrick then drove her to John's, both feeling a little deflated after the little interruption.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! Next chapter they'll be arriving to Florida,exciting stuff!

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