Fire of My Loins

Chapter 4

Days passed and the haunting memory of Stacy's ring burned into my thoughts. Was Peter really going to marry her? I knew for a fact she had no other lover but Peter. I turned over in bed and felt the empty space where Peter would sleep. He was gone.
He would be gone for the next few days on a business trip. My heart felt empty and I didn't know what to do with myself. I changed into clean clothes and put my hair into a pony tail of black hair. It was too lonesome in such a giant house.
I flipped the card back and forth in my hand and I hesitate but punched the numbers into the cell phone.
"Hello?," a sleepy voice answered and my voice caught in my throat. I'm hesitating, there's no need to hesitate. I swallowed the lump in my throat and cleared my throat.
"Patrick? It's me, Lana."

My fingers drummed the steering wheel and my glasses slid down the bridge of my nose. An old song by the Adicts played on the radio and I couldn't help myself. I had been waiting in my car for almost half in hour and boredom was taking over me. I was parked in the beach parking lot and it was surprisingly empty so rocking out at the moment seemed harmless.

Until there was a knock on my window. I shrieked and lowered the volume. I almost died when I saw Patrick smiling and laughing at me. I rolled my eyes and proceeded out of the car. Our bare feet padded through the warm sand and the breeze caught my pulled back hair. My gaze fell upon Patrick his hair neatly combed and once again he wore a band shirt. Oddly enough I knew the band.
"ACDC? I dig that," I said as he lead me to a bench facing the shore. He turned to look at me and flashed me his infamous dimpled smile.
"You haven't changed much have you? By the way I honestly didn't think you'd ever call me," he laughed as he scratched the side of his head. He sat down patting the space next to him. Once seated I took what he said into consideration. I have changed, it was hard for me to explain to him. How could I tell him I'm a lover to a poplar local cocaine dealer? I crossed my legs and faced him.
"Sorry the call was out of the blue. I just needed company. So, tell me Patrick, what's your life like now? It's been years.," I asked, I was half curious half avoiding his questions about me. He leaned back against the concrete bench and put his arm around my shoulder. My body instantly tensed, I hope he wasn't getting the wrong idea.
"Well, let's see, I still live around my parents home. I work pretty often but it's not much-," his words subsided and all I could focus on was the sound of the waves, crashing back and forth. I don't even know how many minutes had passed by that he was speaking until I heard him say something.
"-my girlfriend and I are doing great too. I mean we've only been together a few months but man it's going fast." Once I heard girlfriend I felt my stomach do flips, I felt disappointed in a way but I just smiled.

"That's great! I'm glad your happy," I muttered and leaned my head to the side. My lungs took in a deep breath of ocean breeze and I asked him," What she like anyway? Your girlfriend I mean?"

Patrick ran a hand through his hair and had that goofy grin again.

"She's, well amazing. I don't even know why she'd date me. Her names Stacy."

My head instantly turned to him and he was just facing the ocean. He seemed in awe but my blood was rushing through me, anxiety was consuming me. Stacy? Thee stacy? No, it can't be! She can't take my lover and now my old friend away from me too, can she? I took in another deep breath and closed my eyes. I need to get myself together.

"Hey you okay?," Patricks voice felt distant and my head felt light yet heavy. I just kept my gaze on him and he seemed far away, my head was spinning. No, not again. It's been awhile that I've fainted. Before I could even regain focus I had already fainted. Everything was black, the last thing I remember is Patricks arms reaching out to me as he gripped my limp body. How embarrassing.

"Lana?" I could feel a pair of hands stroking my face. My eyes slowly fluttered open, trying to focus on what was in front of me. A vague face was inches from mine, his black hair, chiseled cheeks.
"Peter, baby? Is that you?"

My eyes adjusted and my face turned red. Patrick was looking at me with a complete confused look on his face. His hands dropped down away from my face and he backed away. I looked around and recognized my car. I was in the passenger seat while Patricks sat comfortably in my car. How did he get in here? He probably checked my pockets for the keys.

"Wow, peter huh? Who's that? Your boyfriend or something?" He asked, his face looked a little off, jealousy maybe? Why though, he had little miss Stacy.

"So much for the first date right?," he laughed and I flushed, he noticed my red face and his turned a crimson red too.

"I, I mean, you know...I'm joking! Of course this isn't a date. Pfft. No. What?!," he laughed nervously and I have him a strange look, I was just as confused.

"Okay so I made the girlfriend thing up, I just wanted to seem cool and macho," he chuckled and I just rolled my eyes.

"Well, anyways yes, Peter is my lover." I murmured and he just gave me half a smile.

"Well I hope he treats you right, lana. You deserve the best."

His smiles dimple made me cringe. He's so nice, but that's what was eating me up inside. Peter had never been this kind to me. His last remark felt like a punch to my heart. I wish Peter would treat me right too. I really do.