The Lonely Hour

Chapter 16: Kef

"Jonathan Toews! Jon-ath-an Toews! Ella, Jonathan Toews!" Rebecca squealed as she jumped up and down on the couch while clutching a pillow to her stomach.

"I know Bec! Can you sit down"

"Patrick must really like you if he sent Jonathan Toews to make mends!" Rebecca kept up with one player in the entire league and it was Jonathan Toews. She had always tried to mimic his playing style.

"I don't know what I want to do. I mean he's cute and everything but he's a young NHL player. There's like a whole fan club for the guy!" I rolled my eyes.

"Jesus Christ Ella it's not like he does this for every girl, he did it for you! Does that not mean anything?"

It did mean something, I mean for god's sake the man broke up with his girlfriend he's been dating for a over a year.

"I've got to get going, but I swear if you do not jump on that I will!" Rebecca remarked as she gathered her things.

"Okay Bec" I laugh back at her before hugging her and watching her disappear down the hall.

That night I found myself sitting with a pillow clutched to my stomach and my phone in my hand. The only light was the one illuminating from my phone.

"Ugh!" I grunt as I have the text messaging app open with Patrick's number.

Me: Can we meet when you touch down in Chicago?

My thumbs type the words quickly but take a few moments to linger over the send button. Did I really want to go through with this? Was it me that wanted it or was it Rebecca getting in my head again?

I shook the thoughts and just hit send, I honesty had nothing to loose.

I threw the phone onto the carpet and fell back into the couch, exhaling heavily.

What did I come to Chicago for? I came because I wanted something, something Springfield would never give me. I wanted excitement, that's what I wanted but I wasn't sure exactly where I was suppose to be looking for it.

Was excitement what I was suppose to find in Patrick Kane? Was he my ticket to fulfilling the void in me?

I laid there in the pitch black room staring at the ceiling, a million thought's flying through my mind that all came to a stop when my phone vibrated.

But it wasn't a text message, but a phone call.

I let it ring for just a few seconds before answering.

"Ella?" A soft voice questioned.

"Patrick?"

"Ella, ella" the voice repeats "So good to hear your voice not filled with frustration" He says

"You read my text message?" I question

"We can meet as soon as I touch down, my apartment?" He questions me.