Unexpected

"What was the nightmare about?"

Pats POV

All I want to know is what the nightmare was about. Someone had to be hurting her she kept screaming NO. I figured the best way to find out is to just ask her myself. And so I did. When I blurted out the question her body went stiff and her eyes immediately went wide.

Should I not have asked?

She looked down at her hands and her eyes slowly found mine.

"Just something that doesn't need to be talked about."

"Katherine, you cant say that when you woke me up to you screaming NO over and over again. You were shaking and crying."

"I said we don't need to talk about it!" She began to raise her voice.

"Yes we do!! What happened?!" I raised my voice higher than I should have.

Kat jumped as I raised my voice. She pushed her chair out and stood up. She grabbed her bags.

"Your exactly like him." she said as tears began to stream down her face.

She walked through the kitchen and opened the front door and walked out.

What did I just do?

"Woah damn" I heard Tazer walk through the still opened door. "What did you do to that one?" he asked while laughing.

"ITS NOT LIKE THAT" I yelled at him.

He stood up straighter and walked toward the table.

"Shit Patrick sorry I didn't know." He sat down where Kat was sitting. "Want to talk about it?"

"No. I don't"

I stood up and walked into my room to get ready for our 4:00 pm game tonight against the Montreal Canadians. I took a quick shower, shaved, and put on my all black suit combo. I put on my watch and went to my closet to grab my jersey and gear bag. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed an acai bowl and a water. Johnny came out in his suit with his gear and followed my routine. When we were finished we both walked out of the apartment and went to the car. We arrived at the United Center in no time and walked to the locker room. I could already hear the guys chirping about something. I walked in the locker room and went to my cubby not talking to anyone. I geared up and ignored the "What's wrong" from all the guys.

We circled the ice for warmups. 2:30. I wonder if Kat got into her apartment alright.

Is she still mad? Will she forgive me?

Tazer comes up next to me and nudges me "Pat you gotta forget about the girl for a little bit. You haven't focused on anything since she left this morning. I wont tell the guys about her but get your head in the game."

I nodded and skated off into the locker room to wait for game time.

2 hours later I'm skating off the ice loosing 5-1. And it was all my fault. I had 18 turnovers and got into 2 fights. At least every guy came up to me and asked what was wrong but my answer was the same every time. Nothing. I got changed in record time and decided to hit up a bar instead of go back home.

I entered Theory and was struck with the smell of beer, sweat, and perfume. I walked up to the bar and ordered 4 shots. Right as I downed the third one a blonde bimbo came up and began rubbing up and down my arm.

"You look like you could use a stress reliever." She whispered into my hear.

I was disgusted by her "seductive" voice. But the alcohol was enough for my body to react. I quickly downed the fourth one and grabbed her arm as we headed toward the exit. I hailed a cab and we jumped in the back seat. Her lips met mine and I pulled her onto my lap. She moaned an annoying ass moan and pushed her chest into mine.

"We are here" the cab driver said. "Get out."

I gave him a twenty and headed for the elevator. I began to kiss her again and pulled her into my chest as my hands explored her ass. The elevator dinged and we raced out. We made it to the apartment door and began making out some more. My hands squeezed her ass as she moaned some more. I heard a door click and open. Weird. The door wasn't mine because we are leaned against it as I kiss the blonde. I hear a gasp and immediately push the bimbo off of me.

Kat stood there.

"Classy, Patrick, Real classy." She said with a shaky voice.

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