A/N: I wanted to thank you again for the massive support and that you are all loving the twists in the story. I have to say you guys never fail to make me smile when you review, it awesome the ideas you come up with. Just so no-one bites my head off I make a jib about One Direction in the story but I will have you know I love One Direction, it's just that I feel that Patricia wouldn't. So please don't get offended by that.
Release date at the hospital was manic. My mother and Piper were gathering my things together while my father was checking me out at reception. Once everything was sorted, we headed to the car park to wait for Alfie to pick us up. Whilst waiting Piper pulls me aside to have a quick chat.
"So how are you this morning?"
"I'm good thanks, when I get home there is something I have to do though." I look over and notice that my dad has overheard what I had just said and is storming over towards us.
"What do you think you are talking about? When you get home you'll be resting." What since when does my father decide what I do?
"Daddy! You don't control my life." I can see the anger sweeping across his face and the fury in his features.
"We are not having this conversation Patricia. Until that sick guy is arrested you are staying under my watch." Is he being serious, he can't keep me under house arrest.
"You can't do that Daddy!" Piper was unusually mute, why couldn't she say something? Anything at all.
"It's not up for discussion," Alfie was pulling up beside us, "Get in the car Patricia." My dad said as he pointed towards the car.
The car was filled with an awkward silence; I was sat between Mom and Dad whilst Piper had unapologetically placed herself in the front with Alfie. After what felt like hours of driving, Alfie decided it best to break the silence by blasting his new One Direction CD. If there was anything worse than sitting in the backseat of a car with your bigoted parents, it was sitting in the backseat of the car with your bigoted whilst ONE DIRECTION played.
"Hey Patricia, do you like?" Had Alfie completely lost it? One Direction? I understood the appeal, a load of guys with reasonable good looks and if I was totally honest I like the Irish one but their music - well I had no words.
"Not really Alfie, I'd much prefer the sick puppies to be playing." Maybe if I pleaded hard enough they'd give me what I wanted, I was the sick one after all.
"When are you going to get over that CRAP you listen to darling?" Was my mother seriously asking me that, when we were listening to ONE DIRECTION! Typical!
"Alright break it up back there. So Patricia, how are you feeling?" I loved Alfie, he'd always save me when I needed it. Much to the dismay of his wife to be who looked rather put out by Alfie's kindness.
"Well, I'm doing much better. I was thinking when I get back I might go and see Eddie." The words were out of mouth before I had a chance to think, but he did after all say he loved me.
"YOU MOST CERTAINLY WONT. AFTER WHAT HE HAS DONE TO YOU, I DON'T THINK SO. WHILST WERE HERE YOU WILL NOT SEE THAT BOY!" My dad's anger scared me but that didn't give him the right to decide how my life would work.
"Daddy, I think Patricia should go see Eddie. You know so they can talk." She turned her head so she could see me, and then winked. Maybe just this once my sister wasn't all bad?
"Oh be quiet Piper, Patricia is under my watchful eye whilst we stay."
"You can't do that daddy!" For once I was the silent one as I watched the most dramatic argument play out in front of my eyes.
"I CAN AND I WILL AND THAT'S THE END OF THE MATTER!" The rest of the journey had been spent in silence. The awkward glances that Piper gave me indicated she was sorry that she couldn't help but I guess it wasn't her fault.
Once we had made it home and were all settled, I excused myself from the conversation and descended to my room. It felt different, cold almost! To think six days ago I had shared this bed with the very guy that my parents now accused of hurting me was insane. I hopped into bed, hoping that the sleep would give me the strength to fight this in the morning. My mind wouldn't switch off; I had so many questions running through my brain. Would Eddie have done this? He wouldn't after he said he loved me, there is no way? Who could of done this? And why won't my brain remember what happened that day? Erghh, I was driving myself nuts, but then I heard something raised voices down stairs. I decided to go and see what was going on. I crept down a few steps, barely creaking the floorboards and that when I witnessed my father in a full blown argument with Eddie.
"You have to believe me sir; I didn't hurt your daughter." He looked so scared, but my dad could do that to the best of people.
"And I'm just supposed to take your word for it am I?"
"You are because I swear to god, I would never hurt her!"
"Well the last person she saw was you and funnily enough you lied to her about your child so who's to say you're not lying about this as well." That's when that little seed of doubt started to resurface. If he had lied to me once about Mia and the mysterious blonde girl then who's to say he wouldn't do it again.
"I never lied to her about Mia! She just has forgotten okay." I could see the sadness in Eddie's expression, I wanted so badly to trust what he was saying but I just couldn't. Maybe everything he had said to Piper last night was just his own way to clear his name?
Then there was another knock at the door, which jolted everyone into an eerie silence. My father barged past Eddie and opened the door with so my force it nearly fell off its hinges.
"Officers, come in." Officers what were they doing here? Maybe they had found who had done this? Maybe all this arguing could finally be put to bed?
"There you are Mr Miller; I must say you're a difficult man to find." I think the one called DI Collins in getting out his handcuffs, "We are arresting you for assault against Miss Williamson, you do not have to say anything but anything you do say may be used against you in a court of law!" And with that they are handcuffing Eddie and leading him out of the door.