Chapter 23: A Tear

(A/N: HEY GUYS! I'm back! Camp was… tiring… Sorry this chappy is unrealistic and boring – I've only had 11 hours of sleep in the last 4 days, so my brain is pretty tired… x_x Enjoy!)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own HoA

Patricia's POV

I woke up in… where? Shit, I have no clue where I am. I kicked off the thick layers of blankets and jumped out of the strange bed. I frantically looked around to find the door – no-where in sight. I started to panic – screaming as loud as I could for help.

"HELP ME! WHOEVER, JUST HEEEEELLLLP!"

I a small click to my right and I spun around. There stood Dr Shen. Dr Kareen Shen.

"What the hell?" I managed to say.

"Oh afternoon, Patricia," she says with… a smile…

"Um… hi… Er… can you maybe tell me why I'm… um, where am I?" I asked, trying not to blow up.

"Well, I was driving down the park after work and… you were lying there, unconscious…"

"Right… so where is this place?" I asked, now worried. Hospital?

"This is my house," she said blankly.

"Um… where did you come in from?" I asked. Realisation seems to click to her.

"OH! This is a special room in my house. You can't see the door because you're the patient, wearing that," she finishes and points at a weird bracelet thing that was on my wrist. Wow, I hadn't even noticed that… I tried to yank it off, but it wouldn't budge.

"Nope. I have the key. Without it, the bracelet won't come off."

"Well please take it off," I said rudely.

"Not before I've asked you a few questions," she said, before walking past me and sitting on the blanket-less bed.

"What kind of questions?" I curiously questioned, sitting on the bed too.

"Now before I say anything, I just want you to know that I have a doctoring degree in maternity as well as a degree in therapy."

"…"

"Um, let's get started… Why were you in the middle of the park when it was pouring?"

"I'm not answering that."

"You're not leaving the room."

"I don't care," I said harshly.

She sighed and said, "Patricia, I want to help you, but I can't if you're blocking me out."

"I don't need help. I'm not pregnant anymore, so I don't need you as my baby doctor, and I'm not a crazy nut-job, so I don't need you as my therapist either," I spat out, glaring at her.

"Okay. If you feel you don't need me, you may go home. But remember, Patricia, you can always contact me if you need me."

"As if that'd happen…" I mumbled.

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I decided to go home. After all, it was the only place I have clothes or a room to sleep – I didn't have any money on me, so that made it worse. I parked in front of the house and got out the car. I walked towards the door and took a deep breath in and turned the door knob.

"Patricia?"

I didn't answer. I took my shoes off and put on my slippers that lay there.

"Oh my gosh, it is you! I've been worried sick" Eddie exclaimed, hugging me tight.

"Don't touch me," I said in a cold and warning tone.

"Listen, I'm really sorry. I really didn't-" I cut him off.

"Save it, Eddie. I really don't want to hear it. I don't need to hear it now anyways."

"I get the fact that you don't want to hear it… but why you don't need to hear it makes me suspicious…" he said, frowning.

"I-I-I… I'm tired." And with that, I went to sleep.

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"Eddie, I've had an abortion."

"Oh hey Yack-… wait… what?"

"I killed the baby."

"Oh, that's good," he resumed the movie he was watching and continued eating his popcorn. I just stared at him, speechless. How could he be so happy about killing? I shook my head and made my way to the kitchen. Just then, I saw a… spider! As big as my frik'n face!

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

And that's how I woke up.

I was panting and sweating. I turned my head towards the door. There stood a terrified looking Eddie.

"Why the hell do you look like you've seen a ghost?" I demanded.

"Baby… you screamed as if someone was trying to murder you…"

"Never call me that," I spat out.

Something in my head told me that I had to tell him what I had done. The other half of my brain told me not to, fearing his reaction.

"EddieI'vehadanabortion," I blurted out.

"Pardon?" he said, not catching what I had just said.

"Come sit," I said, tapping the bed and sniffing. I took a deep breath in.

"Patricia… you're starting to scare me…" Eddie said worriedly.

"What I'm gonna tell you now, may be a big shock. Don't be mad."

"Okay…" he said, frowning.

"I… I've… I've had an abortion."

"What?" he whispered.

"I've ha-"

"I heard you."

"So?" I asked.

"What do you mean 'so'?" he replied.

"How do you feel? Are you okay with it?" I asked

"Am I okay with it? Hm, I don't know – our baby is dead. How do you think I feel?" he turned from sarcasm to snapping. I got angry.

"You don't have a fuc*en right to tell me you're sad. You're the reason for the baby dying, and now you wanna put it onto me?" I screamed.

"I'm sorry…" his voice suddenly became soft. A tear escaped both our eyes. "I'm sorry."

"I know."

"I really don't want our relationship to get bad because of this," he sniffed.

"Me either," I replied, kissing his cheek and hugging him slowly.

"Forgive each other?"

"Yup," I said, smiling. We stayed in the embrace for a long time…

(A/N: Sorry guys… I know it's soooo crappy… but I'm soooooooooo tired… Drama coming up in the next few chapters, I'm not even gonna tell you guys to bother reviewing… Anyways, thx for reading (if you did) Luv u guyz!)