Patricia POV
I'm gonna kill Mara! She unzipped me from the suitcase and sat me in a corner of a room.
"Have fun." she said then locked me in. Just great. I am away from my family and have an imposter pretending to be me. Hmm. Anything to break out? Nope. There is a thing of blankets, a pillow, blow up matress, a box of cereal and a case of water. Hope I'm not here long.
I'm still on stupid bedrest. I can't fight back or it might kill myself and I don't want Jacob and Justin without a mother. What am I going to do?
Eddie POV
Patricia's been acting weird lately. She didn't want me to sleep with her last night. I walked to her bedroom and opened the door.
"Trixie." I said creeping over. I pulled the sheets back. No Patricia. She's on bedrest. I ran downstairs and looked at the clock. Wow it's 1:45 PM. I slept in. The front door opened. I ran over. Patricia. She had been shopping?
"Patricia? You're on bed-rest." I said.
"I went shopping babe." she said.
"Yacker, go to bed." I said. She gave me a confused look.
"Why did you call me Yacker?" she said.
"I call you Yacker and you call me doofus or slimeball." I said.
"Oh right yea." she said.
"Patricia!" Mr. Rutter barked from the top of the stairs.
"Yea dad?" Patricia said in a tone I've never heard her use.
"You spent half a million pounds this morning!" he exclaimed. Holy crap. She's never spent that much. She hates shopping in all. Patricia rolled her eyes and went into the living room. She sat on the couch. Mr. Rutter continued to scold her.
"I just needed a new wardrobe." Patricia anwsered crossing her legs.
"You don't need it in one day!" Mr. Rutter yelled.
"Dad chill. We're rich." she said.
"I'm rich. If your so rich then you pay for it yourself because I'm not paying for it." he yelled.
"You can't do that!" She argued. Patricia never argued with her father. Just me.
"Well you abused your privielages." He said.
"Ugh. I can't stand you daddy." She said storming upstairs. She bumped into Mrs. Rutter.
"Move maid!" She snapped.
"I'm not your maid or slave. I'm your mother." Mrs. Rutter yelled. Patricia turned pale. She looked confused.
"You aren't Patricia Rutter!" I said. 'Patricia' ran up the stairs quickly and locked herself in her room.
"Let me in!" I yelled as I beat on the door. No answer. Where was the real Patricia? And who was this stranger I kissed? Did this mean I cheated on Patricia?
"Let me in!" I repeated. I pulled a paperclip out of my pocket and unbent it. I jingled it in the lock and I heard it click. I opened the door to see 'Patricia' dangling out the window. Her ass was in the air. If she fell she would have fell nose first. Probably died. It was tempting to push her, but I neeeded to get information out of her.
"Where's Patricia?" I said, gripping her thighs ready to push her at any giving moment. Mrs. Rutter walked by the opened door.
"What are you doing Eddie?" She exclaimed in fright.
"This isn't Patricia." I said.
"How do you know?" She asked me.
"She isn't acting like Patricia. She spent half a million pounds on bright colored clothes. She argued with Mr. Rutter and she didn't even know how to hold the babies. And she doesn't even know which ones which."
"You don't know which one's which."
"Well she knew in the hospital. Now she just automatically forgot how to even hold a baby?" Mrs. Rutter agreed. "She ran when I said you aren't Patricia Rutter. She knows she's not her and doesn't want to get caught." I told her. She went pale.
"Oh my." She exclaimed sitting on the bed.
"Where's Patricia?" I asked the girl.
"I am her!" She replied.
"No. Where's Patricia?" I pushed her farther out the window. She screamed. I guess Mr. Rutter heard the scream and asked the same questions Mrs. Rutter asked. I gave the same responses.
"What did you do with my girlfriend?" I asked again. She was out far as her waist dangling. "I'm not afraid to push you." I threatened. She squealed.
"Fine I'll tell you just let me up."
"No. Not until you tell me." I said pushing her farther. She screamed.
"Mara Fucking Jeffery!"
"Okay." I said satisfied. I pulled her into the window some. She sighed with relief.
"Why does she have Patricia?" Mrs. Rutter asked.
"She said you didn't rob the bank and she fufilled her threat. She just paid me to do it."
"Okay. When did she capture the real Patricia?" I asked her.
"At the hospital. How she went back to the room. Mara attacked her and gave me her clothes." She explained. "Mara knew I was obsessed with Patricia. So she figured it would be easy for me to pertray her. Please let me down." She said. I left her there dangling. I called the police. I left her there so I would be sure she was telling the truth. Well at least the same story I heard.