Chapter 49: Stay The Night
"What the Hell?" Patrick said first thing after checking on Lydia and getting Madeline into bed. His physical shock was gone and now replaced with anger. Across from me he sat down on the couch, his head in his hands and his elbows on his knees. "What the hell?" He repeated. I swallowed.
"Patrick..."
"Why? Why didn't you call me or send me a letter or do something to let me know you were alive. You promised that night that you would and I stayed up that whole time waiting for some sign. Why? Tell me."
"Things happened, Patrick. Things that I'm not used to doing with inexperienced kids with nothing but powers that they can't control. I'm sorry that I never got back to you, but you were in my position, you would've done the same."
"You're sorry? That's it? Sarah, I've thought and believed that you were dead for over two years now. What the hell happened? You had two years to tell me and you wait until now to let me know?"
"I'm not sure if it was broadcasted all the way across the country or if you just don't turn on the T.V. once in a while, but for the record, I've been in prison for the past two years. You don't exactly get to one, keep your stuff long enough to memorize one different God damned number a week and two, be able to call fifty million plus numbers without someone pouncing your ass and electrically shocking you just to get one stupid piece of information."
"Prison, huh? Do you really think I'm that ignorant and naïve to believe that?"
"No. But I do think that you'd believe me if I said that my father had something to do with it. And not to mention Benjamin. And every other damn fool you've sworn to kill."
"Aaron?" He asked, eyes blazing with rage. I swallowed.
"He wasn't part of it. And he won't be part of anything anymore with them."
"Let me guess. You helped get that little bastard out of the ring, right?" I was quiet and he laughed. "Obviously I'm not the one naïve here. You can't save every person affiliated with your father. You might hate him, and at one point in time you might have the advantage, but he has people. Ruthless people, and you. You don't."
"Patrick. You've been out of the system for nearly three years. I haven't seen you for almost all of those three years. During that time I was busier than my father on a killing spree. I have so many people wrapped around my fingers than you can image. And those are only the people who I've had to convince to befriend and join me in this war. You won't imagine how many people have switched sides."
"And you evidentially can't imagine the blood and hell that's going to be raised when your father finds out what you've been doing. The more pissed off you make him, the more blood will be shed, and if I'm correct, you could be one of many to loose to him."
"Just like you to not believe in me or my skills." I said, leaning back in the chair.
"I do believe in you and your skills for certain situations. But this is the man who trained you we're talking about. He knows the tricks. He knows the moves. Hell, he knows how you operate. He knows your strengths, your weaknesses, your relations to others. He'll destroy you, Sarah. He has the power at this moment. Just think about time. The more time he has, the more information he gets."
"You're right about the whole training thing, but your wrong about everything else. The last time he trained me, I was nearly eight years old. I've been across the world and back enough times to learn that it takes more than physical and mental strength to defeat someone. I have tricks stuffed up my sleeves. And they aren't all pretty. The more time I have, the more chances I have of beating him. The more time he has, the less chances he has at cracking me."
"He's had more experience. He's better at this than-"
"Than me?" I interrupted. "Yeah. Great. I cannot believe that I drove all the way here just to listen to you rat about something you have no intelligence on. I cannot believe that I actually listened to Ace, when I knew clearly that it was the worst idea ever. I should've just stayed dead. I think I'll be moving on to a different town and finding a motel or some shit like that."
Standing up I walked toward the door. Patrick stopped my, shutting the door shut and staring down at me.
"What about Madeline?"
"What about her?"
"Wouldn't it be appropriate if you met her?"
"Funny, but I think I'll stay dead for the sake of everyone currently living in this house."
"I am not letting you leave in the middle of the night, especially with the surrounding towns being as horrible as they are."
"Seriously? Are you really telling me this now?"
"Sarah, please. Just stay. I'm sorry and all for my worries, but I can't imagine finding out that I was the reason that you got killed."
"Patrick." I sighed, letting go of the door knob. Looking at him I rose a brow. "I'm not dead. And with my record, and my new makeover, I don't think that anyone will want to fuck with a bitch looking like this."
"You never know. There's always a first for everything right?"
"Oh my God. I can just imagine my drunk ass reasoning for sleeping with you five years ago."