Chapter 13: If You Could Hear Me, Would You Come?

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Patricia lay on her bed, looking through Bridal magazines that came in the post the other day from the gang but only she knew that. There was small messages hidden in the pages and also Emily's wedding dress was circled along with the bridesmaid's dresses.

The messages were the only things that had made the brunette smile in the last two weeks. Live had gotten worse. She was only allowed out with her Mother running errands. School was awful because she didn't attend school anymore. Her mother hired her an awful boring teacher that sucked the life out of life itself and she wasn't allowed associate with her friends only at house parties – the sophisticated kind.

Patricia sighed miserably and hid the magazines under her pillow. She went into the bathroom and looked at the window. She sat down on the edge of her bath and looked up at it remembering that day. It was the window in which she escaped this hellhole she called home.

The brunette heard her name being called from downstairs. She let out a long sigh and left the bathroom. She walked down the stairs slowly and she looked depressed. Patricia walked into the bathroom to see the young butler Daniel attending to her brother and Jennifer, one of the maids placing dinner on the table while glancing worrying at Derek.

"Oh my God, Derek!" Patricia said when she saw her brother's face. She quickly ran over to her brother's side, comforting him as Daniel applied ice to the big bruise covering half of Derek's face. "What happened?"

"The Devil's work." Derek muttered coldly. "She threw a book at me."

Patricia gasped in horror. That was probably the worst thing her mother ever did to her brother aka her mother's favourite.

"What did you do?" The brunette asked quietly knowing it wasn't really his fault.

"He did nothing." Daniel replied firmly. The thought of what Mrs Taylor was doing to her wonderful children sickened and angered him and all the staff. "Nothing."

"She was in a mood and I asked her to sign a permission slip then she threw a book at me." Derek replied and thanked Daniel for his help.

"Come on kids eat up." Molly said coming into the dining room to see the kids weren't eating. She gasped loudly when she saw Derek. "What happened?"

"She did it." Derek replied and started to eat his dinner.

"Where is she anyway?" Patricia asked and looked at Daniel for an answer but he only shrugged. Maria, Ciara and Frankie came into the dining room.

"Mrs Taylor went shopping; she won't be back till five." Frankie announced and he scratched his nearly bald head.

Patricia gazed up at the clock seeing that it was only two. She smiled happily and continued to eat her dinner. Her father was on a business trip to Barbados this weekend and when he'd come back most of the abuse would stop. Her mother was really only abusive when she was stressed or is her children weren't being perfect angels. The brunette would never know why her mother was driven to being perfect.

After dinner Patricia invited Jessica over for an hour so her mother wouldn't find out. The two girls went up to the brunette's bedroom so that Patricia could show the blonde her bridesmaid dress.

"I haven't got it yet, but I won't have till I'm in England." Patricia told her best friend as they sat down on her bed. She took out the magazine from under her pillow and flicked through the pages to find the right one. "Here it is."

"Trish, what's that?" The blonde asked when she saw Patricia's sleeve hitch up a little revealing a bruise. She took hold of the girl's arm gently to get a closer look. "That bruise."

Patricia took back her arm quickly and shook her head. "Nothing." She said causally. She didn't tell her friend about her mother's abusive ways. "I just bumped into something in the dark the other night."

"Oh ok." Jessica replied a little uncertain but decided to take her friend's word for it. She turned her attention back to the magazine and admired the dress. "That will look beautiful on you, be sure to take pictures of London and the wedding."

"I will." She said with a smile and rested her head on her friend's shoulder. "Fill me in on the gossip."

It was 6 o'clock and Patricia was locked in her room. It wasn't too bad seeing that her spirits had been lightened from the three hour period at which her mother was out. The brunette sat on her bed and happily watched That 70s Show on her TV.

"I'm so going to marry him someday." Patricia said smiling, referring to Ashton Kutcher. During the commercials she muted the TV when she heard the front door open. She ran over to the door and pressed her hear up against the keyhole hoping to hear.

"Hello." She heard her mother say in a friendly voice.

"Em hello, you mightn't recognise or know us." A familiar voice said to her mother.

"No I can't say I do." Frannie admitted while Patricia tried to see through the key hole. She could see three people and her mother but they were just figures.

"Well I'm Phoebe, this is Joey and she's Rachel." A woman's voice said.

Patricia gasped loudly immediately regretting not taking the spare key to her bedroom door that she saw earlier. If she had she would run down stairs to the trio.

"Oh yes, Rachel. Rachel Green?" Frannie asked and the teen assumed that Rachel must have nodded. "Well I know one of you. How can I help you?"

"Well um…." She heard Joey pause. "We were wondering could we see Patricia."

The teenage girl smiled widely when she heard the Italian-American talk and she instantly crossed her fingers hoping her mom would agree.

"And how do you know my daughter?"

"I'm Monica's roommate and these are our neighbours and friends." Rachel said confidently. "We wanted to take measurements for Patricia's dress."

"Oh that's quite all right. I'll do that myself and then call Monica." Frannie told her.

"Oh ok, but can we see her?" Joey asked probably using his big puppy eyes. "Just for a couple of minutes?"

"I'm sorry she's not her at the moment." Frannie said lying through her teeth.

Patricia sighed and started knocking on her door as hard as she could so Joey, Phoebe and Rachel could hear and rescue her like in a movie where she was a Princess locked away in a tower and her Knights had to save her.

"Em what's that sound?" Phoebe asked when she heard the banging.

"Oh just the TV in the next room." Frannie lied again.

"Sounds like it's coming from there." Phoebe mused and Patricia assumed she pointed to the door of her room.

"Em no it's not." Frannie said. "And I think it's best you leave."

The teen sighed again stopping the knocking and she went to lie on her bed and she unmuted the TV. Two weeks to the wedding. Just two weeks.

Monica looked at the picture of Patricia when she was born. She was cradling the little girl in her arms in the hospital. Monica was only fifteen or sixteen at the time and Frannie was twenty. She had Derek when she was eighteen, he wasn't really planned.

The door opened and Monica quickly turned her head to see Rachel standing there with an angry sad expression on her face.

Rachel studied Monica face, she had been crying again. Monica had been a wreck for the last week and she stopped going to work making the excuse that she was sick.

"Well?" She asked her voice breaking. Monica got off the couch to talk to Rachel. "Did you see her? How is she?"

Rachel began to shake her head angrily. "No we didn't see her; apparently she was 'out'." She went over and placed her bag on the table and looked at her broken friend.

"No, no, no." Monica said over and over again and she closed her eyes tightly hoping her tears wouldn't escape but they did. She felt arms wrap around her comforting, she knew they were Rachel's so she hugged back.

Monica swore to herself then that tomorrow she would pull herself together and rescue her Goddaughter. It was a shot in the dark but she had to do it and she'd pay any price.

Monica would save Patricia.

I promise I would be there, I swear I'm on my way. I know you may not hear me but that's the price I'll pay. And I don't know how I would ever go all alone walking on my own. Like angels, you were floating to me and that's how it should be. 'Cause I don't wanna waste another moment. I don't wanna pay for things unspoken. I just wanna race with arms wide open. Take a shot in the dark, to be where you are. I don't wanna watch the world keep changing when I'm not with you my heart keeps shaking. Cover up my eyes and just stop pacing. Take a shot in the dark, to be where you are – Shot in The Dark, BTR

A/N: Heeeyyy guuuyyys! I hope you enjoyed that, it was only a filler really. Please review and I'll try to update soon.

Peace out ~ Mystery Girl 911