Chapter five: Truth hurts
Patricia's P.O.V:
"I...I can't remember..." I whispered, taking the water and heading for the door. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back, almost making me drop the water. "Careful weasel! You nearly made me drop that!"
"What happened Patricia?"
"It's none of your business!" I hissed.
"Is too! I've seen the bruises, plus I'm your boyfriend!" He pointed out.
I studied his face, searching for any kind of excuse. I tried to think of a different way to get out of it, but I knew if I hurt him, I would only be hurting myself inside.
So I sat down, looking at the floor.
"My summer..." I said, sighing. "Maybe I told Joy that I went to France, maybe I told you that too. But that is not what happened..."
"Yacker, you did tell me and Joy that! What's this about?" He asked. I stayed silent.
"It's about...its...it's about my summer" I stuttered. "And why it was such a nightmare...for me"
"Patricia, you're scaring me! Stop it! Did Rufus came back from the dead and threatened you?"
I shook my head. "Something much worse than that..."
"Ok...so just tell me!" He persisted.
"In some ways, I wished you'd come to visit your dad in England. And in some ways, I wished I'd picked up the phone...then I wouldn't be in this mess. Well, maybe I still would but at least you would've known. A part of me said 'Why don't you just tell someone?', but I knew if I did he would go to prison and-" I got cut off, by a pair of lips being crashed onto mine.
"Just tell me!"
"My...my...my dad...my dad..." I whispered. "I can't...I just can't tell you...it's too horrible!"
I was pulled into an embrace.
"My mum and dad got a divorce, so I was left with my dad while my mum took Piper away with her. So then, my dad went on the drink and when I came back from school that afternoon, he found me unpacking. I tried talking to him, but he cut me off and threw a beer bottle at me. That's when I knew summer wasn't going to be the same..." I said, bursting into a silent flood of tears.
"Is this true?"
"Yeah. The night you tried calling...he was trying to work and he got frustrated that the phone kept ringing...I was upstairs trying to forget about it all, but I shouted something and..." I trailed off to demonstrate.
Splashing water over my nose and eye, the make – up instantly came off to reveal a blue nose and purple eye.
"Patricia...I'm so sorry!" Eddie whispered, holding me close.
"Ow!" I said pain in my voice.
"Sorry! Why did he do that?"
"Isn't it obvious? Depression, drink, anger there all connected! My dad was depressed and drunk...then took his anger out on me. It's a bit like drugs..." I said. "Promise you won't tell anyone?"
"Yacker, I don't know if I can. This is serious, he's physically hurt you! He could be arrested!"
Arrested?