"CAT?" Patrick stood at the door of cats apartment. They were late for dinner…hell with Cat he was always late. It was like her brain was constantly in a different time zone. And tonight Patrick couldn't afford to be late. They were going to dinner at his father's house. They were already 20 minutes late. "Catherin, let's go" he cursed silently under his breath, he hated being late. And Cats inability to be anywhere on time was starting to get on his nerves. "Cat come on lets-"he paused in front of Cats bed room door. There she stood in front of an easel her hair hanging in tangles. He legs were bar, she was wearing one of his old button down shirts, just the top two buttons were done she had paint streaked across her stomach and hands. Patrick was trying to find his voice. He had never seen her so completely consumed with anything. It was like the world had been put on hold. There was no air there was no life there was only Cat and a paint brush. Bringing to life the nightmares that lived in the deepest realms of her mind. Patrick shook his head he wasn't sure how long he had been standing there it could have been hours for all he knew.
"Cat?" he almost whispered it, it was almost as if talking would disturbed the delicate balance of the room. Like the very sound of his voice would cause the very world to implode. Cat paused and turned around slowly. Her face was different. It wasn't the angelic face of the crazy happy girl he loved. It was so much darker somehow. She looked confused that he was here standing at her door way. Patrick wondered how long she has been standing there painting in that trance like state.
"can I see…what your working on?"
"huh? Ya, yes, yes you can"
Patrick stood there a moment trying to figure out what he thought, the painting was amazing. She had to have been working on this all night he thought, it clearly wasn't finished, but wow. He felt Cat wrap her arms around his waist, (something he hated but had grown use to) and nuzzle her face into his shoulders. "Patrick I'm tired"
"I Know honey, come on lay down"
"oh god Patrick, that dinner thing oh god, I'll get ready shit I'm sorry I forgot and I got this idea last night this insane nagging idea and I had to get it out and I don't know what time it is but im so sorry I let you down"
Patrick placed a kiss on Cats head "don't worry, I didn't wanna go anyway"
"no. no, no you did and I just"
"shh just lay down ok, tomarrow for sure"
Cat didn't say another word, she was already out. Patrick stood there a moment watching her sleep. Patrick wasn't sure what his next move was going to be, he picked up the phone there was on thing he had to get out of the way.
"hello?"
"hey dad"
"Patrick where are you? Your and hour late"
"ya sorry there was a thing with Cat"
"shes ok, did you have a fight "
"no, no, shes fine she I don't know to be honest. I came over and she was like in a I don't know trance I guess is the only way to describe it"
"trance"
"ya she was painting and lost track of time, I don't know how long she was painting but"
"artists"
"ya" Patrick chuckled
"its fine come over tomorrow for some left over's"
"thanks dad love you"
"you better kid,"
"by"
"by"
Patrick hung up the phone and leaned against the wall. Artists was right, but how many times had he lost track of everything when he was writing music. That was something Jackie had hated more than anything, but it wasn't just her who didn't get it. It was hard to explain. He walked back into the bedroom to take another look at that painting. He felt the hair stand up on the back of his neck. It was good but it scared him, and he wasn't sure why it was beautiful and horrifying at the same time. Patrick moved it out of the room and shut the door before stripping and crawling into bed with Cat.
Jack stared at his phone, he was seated sat across from a sexy blond. She was ok but she wasn't Cat. Her laugh didn't light up the room, her smile didn't make his heart sing. She was just there back ground music. Things with Cat had only been getting more and more serious with that guy. What was his name again? Paul or something of that nature. They stopped going out every night and at first Jack thought it meant the romance was fizzling out, but it just meant more time spent in that man's apartment. He touches her, Jack thought. His hands have been on her, his lips…he's had sex with her. I know. The way her face is flushed pink when she comes into work the way she giggles when he stops by to see her. He took her from me. She was mine and he waltzed in and stole her when I wasn't looking. But shes going to be mine again, where she belongs with me not some freak.
"Jackie-poo are u listening to me?"
"huh?"
"you weren't, what were you thinking about? HUH your with me JACK me ok count your blessings you're a bar tender a nobody be glad Im with you ok?"
"ya that's what I was thinking about"
"what?"
"how pretty you are"
"aww jackie-poo"
The words hurt Jack to say, it was like he was cheating on Cat, and better yet he called Jackie beautiful she was hot but not beautiful not like Cat. No one was like Cat she was prefect. Cat would love him he just needed a chance just an in a reason for her to fall totally and completely for him on chance was all he needed. In the mean time Jackie would have to do. Jackie would train him. She would get him in shape for jumping to Cats every becoming wish and maybe, just maybe Cat would be jealous…
"wakey, wakey"
Patrick groaned and rolled over.
"come on now its time to get up"
"ugh"
"I made you breakfast now get up"
Patrick sat up stared at her then laid back down. Cat giggled. Patrick was anything but a morning person and she knew he would mainline coffee if he could…and wasn't afraid of needles.
"come on" Cat said walking into the kitchen of her apartment. Cat walked back into the room with a big plate of eggs and bacon. She took a bite of the crisp bacon before helping herself to a piece.
"why do you do this to me?" he asked through a mouth full of crisp salty bacon.
"do what?" Cat said offering him his coffee.
"you know im trying to lose weight."
"and you've lost some weight"
"some being the key word here"
"so your fine lay off of this whole dieting nonsense thing ok?"
"easy for you to say"
"meaning what exactly"
"your what a size 2?"
"4"
"my point exactly"
"do you have a point?"
"ya you don't gain weight so u have absolutely no idea how hard this is"
"I know you struggle with it ba-"
"no Cat you don't, you have absolutely no idea what its like at all."
"no need to cop an attitude"
"im not I just don't know how im going to get you to understand, you cooking me all this food isn't helping me and its not like I don't appreciate it or anything but to be honest it just"
Cat had readied herself for an argument, they fought about plenty of things, but this was an argument they had at least once a week. And it was getting old. She hated this side to him, the whinny self concourse why me side. Yes Cat won this argument many times Patrick almost always gave into her. It was a phase, a passing one she hoped but eventually he always gave up.
"forget it you don't care im wasting my time" He swung his feet out of the bed.
"where are you going?"
"Home"
"Patrick come on don't act like-"
"like what?"
"a spoiled brat whose pouting because he didn't get his way."
"my way Cat its always you way."
"I never forced you into doing anything and you know it"
"your calling me spoiled you always have your way, like some spoiled little rich girl."
"ya because I don't want you killing yourself im the bad guy here."
"What ever Cat"
"yes Patrick exactly what ever. The king of passive aggressive behaviors"
"oh ya im so passive aggressive Cat I should be more like you and just loose it on people ya know really bitch them out because I was talked to rudely at the grocery store. Ya real mature Cat"
"oh im sry does me having a spine bother you? Is it some burden to you?"
"you bitch"
"oh name calling isn't that the pot calling the kettle black"
"I hate how controlling you have to be"
"just leave me alone"
"my pleasure"
"your never going to be thin so give it up"
Patrick's jaw dropped, she had hurt him, struck him where she knew she would cause damage. At the same time it came out curler then she had meant it, but the words were out and they had hurt him.
"look Patrick"
"no you've made your self more then clear."
"patrick if yould just"
"save it, I don't wanna hear anymore of your bull shit"
"Patrick listen"
"no you listen to me, you pushy bratty little rich girl"
"what did you just say to me"
"go on go crying back home to your fucked up family see if I fucking care. And while your at it you can fuck Jack a little more don't act like you haven't you fucking tramp"
"get out…"
"what Cat I thought you wanted me to be up fount with you"
"GET THE FUCK OUT."
Patrick turned and walked out, hating himself for saying those things to Cat. He wanted nothing more then to turn around grab her and scream I FUCKING LOVE YOU I don't care what just happened I love you that's it im sorry. But he couldn't he was already out in the parking lot blind with pointless rage, he was made at the world at Cat and himself. He slammed the car door and peeled out of the parking lot. As Patrick pulled on to the road he failed to notice a green sedan, with a familiar young man inside.
