Toxic

It was about 11 at night, the game ended about an hour ago. The Blackhawks destroyed the Philadelphia Flyers 7-2 with Patrick managing two assists. They had a nice three game streak going on, so they're probably all going out to the bar as a celebration. Patrick would be leading them, as always, shouting that he's got the first round of shots. I cringe when I think about that, already dreading him coming home.

The silence in the apartment was like a buzz in my ears, a constant reminder that Patrick wasn't here. The king size bed felt empty without him taking up three-fourths of it because he sleeps so ridiculously. The bed would feel like this until he got home in the early morning, which is normal when he goes out drinking but that doesn't make me feel any better when he's out that late. Some nights he doesn't come home, which means he either spends the night at one of the guys apartments or he's staying the night somewhere else... which I try not to think about because I trust that the guys keep him out of trouble.

'Or at least I hope so.'

I unlocked my phone bringing up Patrick's contact information, his ID picture bringing a sad smile to my face. We were posed in front of his lake at sunset, he was all smiles with his arm wrapped around my waist and I was pressing a kiss to his cheek. The Conn Smythe trophy and Lord Stanley were at our feet, creating the perfect picture. It was all an act for his family, he was actually extremely angry with me that day. I can't really remember why, but I'm sure I deserved it. I always do something wrong.

I bit my lip as I hit the message button, contemplating whether or not I should text him. I finally gave in, deciding he couldn't still be mad at me.

To: Patrick♥
Hey babe. I'm sorry about starting an argument before you left, I shouldn't have said anything. I just want to let you know that I'm so proud of how well you did tonight and be safe drinking tonight with the boys. I love you more than all the stars in the sky.

I hit send and I let out a sigh, laying back against the pillows. I didn't expect a response because that's just how Patrick was; constantly making me worry about him. I reached for the remote, turning off the muted TV and grabbing Patrick's pillow curling up with it.

Now it's just a waiting game.

Notes

Uh, so yeah, this happened. I know this probably leaves you with more questions than anything and I swear they will be answered in the actual first chapter. This is just to see if anyone's interested in reading. This will probably updated in between my other two stories and school work, so.

Comment your thoughts on if I should actually keep this, I love reading what you guys have to say :) oh, and if someone's interested in making a banner, I would forever love you♥

-A xoxox