Patricia's P.O.V:
I sighed heavily, left the phone on the bed and then trailed into the bathroom. I put my hands on either sides of the sink and looked down at the white basin, whilst breathing in and out.
I went downstairs, ignoring the fact that Joy wanted to ask me something and Trudy wanting the phone back, though my feet, only leading me outside of the house and into the wood. And then I hear the faintest voice, calling my name and so I stopped in my tracks, to turn around.
There was Eddie, holding out his hand.
I stood for a moment, locking eyes with him whilst dithering on whether or not to take his hand or not.
"I don't bite..." He said, reaching for my fingers. And then my instincts kicked in and I slapped his hand away. "Patricia just listen to me!"
"Why should I?" I growled, closing my eyes.
"Because, I know how it feels. To be hurt by parents, maybe not physically, but emotionally."
I knew he was telling the truth, but I couldn't bring myself to trust him anymore.
"Why can't you leave me alone?! I don't want to know how it feels, because I do know!" I shouted.
"I want to help!" He said desperately.
"I don't need your help, I'm better off on my own!"
"Well, if that's the way you feel! I'm done!" He shouted, and stormed off; leaving the core of an apple beside the tree he had stood next too.
"Yeah, well maybe I do care." I whispered, before letting a single tear fall, before all the rest.
That's my talent you see. Putting up a fight is what I'm good at, but sometimes I lose the ones I love and need the most in the heat of a battle.
I always lose.