Hide Your Heart

Trying To Make Sense of This(Paul's P.O.V)

I could vaguely hear my phone ringing over all the noise of the party. Now keep in mind, I was only here because of the photoshoot. I went to pick up my phone but had it answered by a drunken brunette. I couldn't grab it back fast enough before she answered. When I heard her answer, I knew immediately Tommy was going to flip.

Snatching my phone back I hit redial but got my own voicemail. "Damn! Damn! Damn!" I swore.

I finally gave up and stormed outside, a confused Gene on my heels. "Paul?" "Is Tom okay?"

"That drunken chick answered my phone so you tell me." 

"Aw shit! I'll call Pat." 

I walked around trying to desperately get hold of my husband. "Tom, just pick up!"

"Paul! Wait up!" called Bruce, running after me, Eric and Gene following.

I turned and saw Bruce holding out his phone. "Talk to Patrick, okay?"

Taking the phone, I held it up to my ear but all I could hear was crying in the background. Suddenly Pat was yelling at all of us. "IF YOU FOUR THINK I'M HAPPY, THINK AGAIN!" "I DON'T KNOW HOW TO GET HIM TO STOP CRYING!""HE WANTS TO LEAVE NOW!" "IN FACT I MAY JUST TAKE HIM BACK TO OREGON AND TREAT HIM RIGHT!"

The phone was hung up quickly. "Oh hell." was all Gene could say. "We gotta fix this quick."

I wanted to call off the tour, fly back to London and take Tommy in my arms. What the hell have I done by excluding him from the tour? Now, I hope I can fix this mess.