Twisted love (Slow updates)

Chapter 12 More than Friends

I look around the karaoke bar blankly. This can't be happening. I look up at Patrick, terrified.

Patrick's smirk is long gone. "Ally, what's wrong?" He asks, worry evident in his eyes.

I can't seem to speak. The lump in my throat is growing with every second that passes.

Patrick places his hands on my shoulder and I feel a spark fly through me.

"I-I.." I stutter, trying to form a coherent sentence but fail miserably.

Patrick places his palm against my cheek, the warmth calming. I slowly let out a shaky breath.

"I can't do this." I finally get out.

"Why not?" He asks softly.

I look into his eyes. He doesn't know much about me. He really doesn't but he cares about me and that's more than enough to trust him. Not many people have cared about me.

"Because-" I pause. "Because no one has heard me sing after my parents' death." My voice cracking at the end.

Patrick pulls me to his chest and I feel a sob wanting to break free but I hold it in. I feel his arms tightening around me, which makes me feel protected. I have my hands against his chest and slowly move them up so I can wrap them around his neck,

Patrick pulls back and looks at me, sympathy and concern mirroring back from his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know." He states. He cups my cheek and I try to smile.

"It's ok. No one knows." I take a deep breath. "The only person who knows is my best friend Sarah and now you."

I wrap my arms around myself feeling vulnerable.

Patrick reaches from one of my hands and squeezes it as reassurance.

"Come on, lets sit." He says while walking to a table.

I look around the karaoke bar. It's very warm and fun. There are many different colored lights. The floors are a warm, mahogany wood. There is an actual long bar against one of the sides and a stage at the end of the room. The stage is decorated with red curtains and a mike. There are instruments too and screens on each side and one hanging from the ceiling.

We finally make it to a table and I stumble as I try to sit, my nerves and anxiety overwhelming me.

"Ally, it's ok." Patrick says while interlacing our fingers together.

I look down at our hands and try to relax.

I focus my gaze on our hands and decide I should explain.

"My parents died in a car accident when I was 18." I breathe out.

"They were piano players. The difference was they couldn't sing, but I could. I would sing for them all the time. I'd sing to my daddy every night before bed." I pause as I feel tears stinging my eyes.

Patrick squeezes my hand. I continue.

"The day of the accident my momma and daddy were teaching me this new song and asked if I could sing the words for them. They wanted me to record with them and I was so excited." I feel a tear slide down my face then a second later Patrick's thumb wiping it away.

"They showed me the lyrics and they were beautiful. It was a love song about their life and it was so perfect. I told them I'd do it but I didn't want them to hear me sing it until I got it down perfectly." I feel more tears fall down my face.

"They told me they needed to run to the studio to record the instrumental part and I told them to be careful. I hugged them both and told them I loved them very much. But-" I pause trying to hold back the sob that wants to consume me.