Forever Chicago
Trying To Manage A Smile
*Abby’s POV*
I was pissed. I was beyond pissed. Every night this week, Patrick has been gone. Hanging with his buddies and getting drunk. The first couple weeks since we moved in have been great. We would plan our wedding, have little get -togethers, and everything. But lately, Patrick wasn’t coming straight home after practice or a game like he usually did. He partied instead. The first couple days, I went to the parties with him, and after the 2nd one, I was done.
-Flashback-
The music was blaring. I put my coat next to Pat’s as he guided me to all his friends. “Hey guys!” I said to everyone as Shaw handed Pat a beer, and the rest of them gave me hugs. The whole night, the guys got more and more drunk, and I would have to babysit Patrick. I saw Alex Wennberg, and went over to say hi. He was sitting with a couple of the guys, and laughing. “Why aren’t you drunk?” I asked him. “I’m not much of a drinker; I just laugh at other people getting drunk instead.” We both looked over as we saw Shaw fall off the barstool and pass out on the ground. “See?!” he said. I laughed, and glanced over at Pat. He wasn’t doing that much better than Shaw. He danced and yelled like a total ass. “Yep, that’s my fiancé for ya.” I said taking a sip of wine. “You guys at a rough spot?” he asked. “I looked up at him and said “If he keeps acting like this, then yes” “Well, I’m sorry to hear that” Alex was so cute. I knew I was engaged, but still. His Swedish accent, and his gorgeous blue eyes, anyone could get lost in. I snapped out of it, as I glanced at Pat once again. He was so drunk he couldn’t stand. “I gotta go” I said to Alex, as I ran quickly to Patrick’s side and picked him up. “We’re going now!” I yelled, dragging him out the door. He mumbled a few words and passed out. “Damnit Patrick! Why do you decide to pass out now?” Sharpie saw me struggling on the sidewalk with Pat, and he helped me bring him to the car. “Thanks Sharp.” I said to him as I kissed his cheek. “No problem sweetie.” I drove off. Patrick started to come back to life. “Why the fuck are we not at the party!” he yelled. “Patrick, you’re such a stupid ass sometimes! You have to go to a party every fucking-…” He already passed out again before I could finish. I parked the car and left him inside it. I slammed the front door behind me and went to lie in bed. After about an hour of finally cooling down a bit, I fell asleep. I was asleep for some time, before I heard Patrick come in bed. He was swearing under his breath as he ran into the walls, and the bedpost. I faced the wall so I wouldn’t have to look at him.
-End Flashback-
I loved Patrick very much, but every night would end the same. I didn’t even get to see him anymore. I spent the nights by myself, watching TV, or talking on the phone with Arianna, when I should have been with Pat.
By the 8th night, I was done. I waited for him to come home at 1 in the morning, drunk as usual. “Patrick we need to talk” I stood in the doorway, in my slippers and pajamas as Corey dropped him off. “What the fuck we need to talk about?!” he yelled, probably waking up the whole neighborhood. “SHHHH Patrick! This is what I am talking about. I hate seeing you come home shit faced every night. What happened to eating dinner together and having sex? Are we all done with that now?” He made it up the steps and we walked inside. “Baby, I am free right now. Let’s fuck, right here, right now” he said as he came closer and tried taking off my shirt. I pushed his hands away. “Patrick! I am not going to fucking give you the satisfaction of sex, while you’re drunk, and not going to remember it in the morning anyways! When you sober up, and stop going to those fucking dumbass parties, maybe we can talk, but for now, I don’t wanna talk anymore.” I looked away as I felt Patrick get angry. “Fuck you Abby! Why can’t you just let me have fun while you have yours!?” I stood there in disbelief. It felt like I was just stabbed a million times. Never, has Patrick said cruel words like that to me. “Patrick, I have fun when you’re around! That’s why I want you here! But now I want you fucking out!” Patrick’s face lightened a little. “But…I’m sorry” he said. “Get the fuck out Patrick, go get more fucking drunk with your buds there. That’s where the real funs at!” Patrick’s face quickly went back to being angry. “Fine, I will have fun!” he said as he slammed the front door behind him.
I walked over to the couch, and sat there for a minute before I started crying…correction, before I started bawling. My face was in my hands as I couldn’t stop the tears running down. Why did I do that? I totally freaked out on him? But then again, he deserved it all. I was mentally arguing with myself again. I couldn’t stop. I must have been crying so hard, I didn’t even here a knock on the door. There in entryway to the living room was one of the people I did and didn’t want to see at the moment. I looked down at my hands and they were covered with streaks of mascara. Shit, I thought as I looked back up and tried to manage a smile.
