Over Him ✔

|Chapter Twenty|

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•Colt's pov•

 

I was simply too young for my vision to start messing with me. I didn't want to believe that Patricia was the one seated in the living room at April's place. She looked different, almost unrecognizable. Her golden blonde hair was now a mess, her skin as pale as ever, little red bruises standing out around her neck and her lower lip had a cut which seemed to be healing. There were large grey bags underneath her eyes and I could see how thin she'd gotten. The grey shirt which I could have sworn I'd seen April wearing one time, was now slacking over her frail body.

The sight was almost heart breaking.

Tearing my gaze away from her, I refocus my attention on April who had been staring between the both of us, her lower lip pressed against her upper lip.

"Can I talk to you privately?" I ask April and she nods. We needed to clear this up. What in the world was Patricia doing in her apartment?! The last time I'd seen her was years ago. We may or may not have done it and that was the last time we'd seen each other. To Patricia, it was a memorable night but I don't think I remembered most of it. I had taken the night as a causal fling.

"Best surprise of your life right?" she asks sarcastically, crossing her arm over her chest as she leaned back against the kitchen counter top.

"More like the worst. What is she doing here?" I ask, lowering my voice so it would only be audible enough for just my ears and hers alone.

"I'm just helping her out until she's able to fend for herself," she shrugs in response and that response deepens my frown.

"What're you talking about?"

"I found her living behind a grocery store just a few minutes away from here, behind a dumpster truck," she replies and my eyes widen.

"You're joking with me, right? That doesn't sound believable. We're talking about Patricia Mayer here, as in the daughter of one of the richest couple in Wisconsin and Mayor of Verona," I deadpan and she slaps my arm, a scowl on her face.

"Shh, you're raising your voice!" she chides, pressing her index finger to her lips.

"Don't tell me to sh-"

"Look, I don't know what else to say okay? She just moved in today and I still haven't understood the full picture. I'm basically as clueless as you are," she states, glancing over her shoulder to Patricia who's eyes were now fixed to the wide Tv screen.

A part of me felt like April's story was definitely adding up but not every part of it. Living behind a dumpster? That was a bit too much and very impossible, right?

"And how long will she be staying here?" I ask, tilting April's face upward so she can look at me. She shrugs and swats my hand away. "I don't know yet but hopefully not for long. I'll have to figure something out," she replies, furrowing her brows together.