HURT/COMFORT - Patrome
Jerome's Point Of View
April 23rd- 1AM London, England
"Patricia! Put the god damn bottle down!" I screamed through my tears of anger.
"NO - JEROME - GIVE - IT - BACK!" She shouted as we struggled.
I quickly grabbed the bottle as she stumbled. I ran to the bathroom and quickly flushed the contents down the toilet. In my anger I slammed the bottle against the wall. I looked outside to see Patricia staring at me with wide eyes.
"HOW COULD YOU!" She screamed. "HOW DARE YOU!" She started to punch me with feeble fists.
I grabbed her wrists and pulled her close to me. She started thrashing and screaming but I held her tighter.
"Shhh Trixie Shhh." I said soothingly.
She collapsed as she cried into my shoulder.
"I miss him so much. So damn much!" She screamed.
"It's ok sweetheart. I miss him too." I whispered into her ear as my tears mingled with hers.