Dear Patrick
Letter Fifty
June 22, 2014
Dear Lana,
I guess history repeats itself. Because you've been kidnapped or adultnapped or whatever again. And it's by the same fucking group of fags that did it last time. The police found out where their "meeting" place is and they couldn't find you. The leader guy told the sheriff that pretty-eyes was long gone. They don't keep jewels like you in the same place for too long, he said. That motherfucker. That guy's currently in jail awaiting his trial. I can't wait until he gets his Life in Prison sentence. Baby please. I can't do this anymore. I have an appointment in like 20 minutes with this guy who hacks into cell phone networks and stuff like that. Illegal as fuck, I know, but if Verizon and Apple won't do it for me, then I've got to find someone who will. Lucky for me, he's a die-hard Hawks fan. So he told me it'd cost me $200,000 to track the last ten places you'd been for more than ten minutes. I told him to track the last fifty and wrote him a check for one million bucks.
So while he does that I'm sitting here and I'm writing. Writing to you because I don't know where you are. Writing to me because I don't know what else to do while I wait. Writing to the son of a bitch who took you. Writing to the bastard who beat you when you were a kid. Writing to your mom who died when I was gone. Writing to Adam for giving everything to keep you safe. Writing to Derek for using you. Writing to Laura for being my slutty rebound. Writing to my mom because I need her hug. Writing to my dad because I really miss him.
But I'm not writing to them because I keep writing to you. But there's only ten more minutes and I'm going to finally be able to find you, baby. And when I do get you, I'm going to make you eat and eat until you're too fat to move so that you can't ever leave. And I know how creepy that sounded but I'm doing this so that whenever you do get home and I show you these desperate letters, you can laugh at me. And I keep imagining your laugh and I can't ever forget it so don't you dare not let me ever hear it again. I can't wait to hear you laugh baby.
Please.
Don't break me again.
Patrick
Dear Lana,
I guess history repeats itself. Because you've been kidnapped or adultnapped or whatever again. And it's by the same fucking group of fags that did it last time. The police found out where their "meeting" place is and they couldn't find you. The leader guy told the sheriff that pretty-eyes was long gone. They don't keep jewels like you in the same place for too long, he said. That motherfucker. That guy's currently in jail awaiting his trial. I can't wait until he gets his Life in Prison sentence. Baby please. I can't do this anymore. I have an appointment in like 20 minutes with this guy who hacks into cell phone networks and stuff like that. Illegal as fuck, I know, but if Verizon and Apple won't do it for me, then I've got to find someone who will. Lucky for me, he's a die-hard Hawks fan. So he told me it'd cost me $200,000 to track the last ten places you'd been for more than ten minutes. I told him to track the last fifty and wrote him a check for one million bucks.
So while he does that I'm sitting here and I'm writing. Writing to you because I don't know where you are. Writing to me because I don't know what else to do while I wait. Writing to the son of a bitch who took you. Writing to the bastard who beat you when you were a kid. Writing to your mom who died when I was gone. Writing to Adam for giving everything to keep you safe. Writing to Derek for using you. Writing to Laura for being my slutty rebound. Writing to my mom because I need her hug. Writing to my dad because I really miss him.
But I'm not writing to them because I keep writing to you. But there's only ten more minutes and I'm going to finally be able to find you, baby. And when I do get you, I'm going to make you eat and eat until you're too fat to move so that you can't ever leave. And I know how creepy that sounded but I'm doing this so that whenever you do get home and I show you these desperate letters, you can laugh at me. And I keep imagining your laugh and I can't ever forget it so don't you dare not let me ever hear it again. I can't wait to hear you laugh baby.
Please.
Don't break me again.
Patrick
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