Don't Forget Me
My Worst Mistake
Patrick escaped the house as fast as he could. Before anyone of his friends could blink, he was out the door and into his brand new Mercedes, speeding to an unknown location. He had no idea where he was going, he just knew being there was not an option for the present moment.
Once parked at the United Centre, which is where he somehow always ended up in times of sorrow, he broke down. He tried to break down and understand the events that had unfolded just a few hours go.
The last thing he remembered was accepting a drink from the mystery girl, who turned out to be Ayesha. He recalled stumbling outside of the club, trying his best to avoid taking her home. Even in his extremely drunken state, he recognized her, and knew taking her home was no an option.
But, alas, it ended up happening anyway. He didn't remember doing anything with her; he wasn't even sure how he ended up in his bed last night.
When he awoke, she was cuddled close to him, seemingly sound asleep. He immediately pushed her off of him, instantly remembering who was in the bed next to him. Her face suggested she knew the type of reaction he was going to have once he came to.
"Morning handsome" Ayesha trilled, lying in Patrick's bed, completely naked.
"Get out of my house" he commanded, pointing to the door to his bedroom, which stood ajar. He eyed himself quickly in the mirror, noticing quite a few scrapes and bruises covering his body. She didn't answer right away, she simply sat up in the bed, making no effort to cover her naked upper half.
"I don't think either one of us want that" she smirked. Patrick found it hard to even look into her eyes; he had never felt so turned off by a woman's body then he did in this moment. He eyed her curiously, wondering why the hell he wouldn't want her out of his room, out of his house, and out of his life; for good.
"Why would I ever, in a million years, want you here? I'm going to have to burn my blankets now" he sneered, the anger boiling in his body. The last time they met she had insulted his best friend, and the woman he loved, Addison.
"Because of this" she grinned, holding up a disk in between her fingers. He knew exactly what she held in between her fingers, there was only one logical answer; a sex tape.
"What do you want" he asked calmly, trying to sound a lot happier than he felt. He felt nauseous, sick to his stomach. He could not believe the events that had transpired in the last twelve hours.
"Addison out of the picture" she stated simply, finally arising from the comforts of Patrick's bed. In Ayesha's life, she had but one desire; to be with Jonathan Toews, the Captain and 'hottie 'of the Chicago Black Hawks. Sure, Patrick was a catch, but not the object of her biggest desire.
"That's not happening" Patrick replied almost instantly. It was true, he had more than friend ship feelings towards his best friend, especially after Jon being in a coma for a year, but he also understood how happy the pair of them were together. He did blow it, confessing his feelings one night whilst drinking, but the pair never brought it up since. He would never want to hurt Jon, or Addie, so he kept his silence.
"I know how you feel about her" she told him, shaking him from his thoughts. She was fully dressed in the skanky dress he had remembered her in from last night. He cocked an eyebrow; how could she possibly know? Before he even had a chance to ask, she shot a few pictures towards him.
"Oh my god..." his eyes went wide with surprise, disgust, and anger. There were several pictures of him and Addison, him and the kids, in some moments he did not understand how she could have possibly photographed.
"So, are you going to get rid of her?" she asked, thinking she had presented her case fairly. "You get Addison, and I get Jon; we both win" Ayesha thought he had Patrick convinced. She knew how badly he had been suffering since the death of Kirsten, and knew he could be easily manipulated into doing whatever it was she wanted.
"No, we don't" he sneered. "Sure, I may be in love with Addie, but I know her and Jon are meant for each other. I would never want to hurt either of them; they are my best friends. Do whatever it is you want to me, but leave them out of this" his voice grew with confidence with every word he spoke.
"You're going to regret this" she retorted, a little taken aback by his words. In the heat of her anger, she shoved Patrick as hard as she could. Patrick, not suspecting, lost his footing and stumbled back , hitting his head off the corner of his new dresser. He winced in pain, feeling dizzy to go along with his nauseous feeling.
"You'll regret this" she spoke gain, before leaving him confused and bleeding on his bedroom floor.
The more he thought about it, the more tears that fell from his eyes. Everything seemed to be going wrong as of late. He found himself no longer caring about one night stands, he just wanted someone to spend his life with; to have kids with; to be in love with.
His old partying ways had left him as soon as he was in the accident. When the bus crashed, he felt his life flash before his eyes for a brief moment. Everything he had believed in and felt was different now.
But he knew he couldn't tell Jon or Addison of his true feelings. They did so much for him; they let him live in their basement; what kind of way is it to repay your best friend by trying to win over his wife? The more days that passed, the closer Addie and Jon became to their normal, pre accident selves. At first, by the way Jon acted towards her, he could have a chance; but it did not work out that way.
He was broken; he was scarred. The biggest mistake of his life was easily letting Addison slip away, all for a girl that ended up breaking his heart in the end. He couldn't fathom why he ever thought letting Addie go; but he was sure paying for it now.
With a jump, he saw a figure standing at his window, soaking wet. He unlocked the door to his car, allowing her dripping wet figure to step inside.
Notes
thoughts on throwing in a chapter here and there in the third person?
Would definitely read anything else you write!
10/6/14