Dear Patrick (FOB/Patrick Stump FanFic)

Chapter 2

"April eighteenth, two thousand one," I began to read to myself, my voice below a whisper, "Dear Patrick..."

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April 18th, 2001

I shoved both hands inside my pockets and walked into the crowded bar with my best friend, Pete. I'd say it was more like a strip-club - women begging for you to toss money at them while they dance their little asses away. What happened to school? What happened to college?

"Patrick?" Pete snapped his fingers in front of my face, immediately breaking me from my thoughts, "You okay?" He asked concerned, his voice echoing in my ear.

"Yeah man." I told him, but truth be told I wasn't okay. How can someone be okay after a harsh break-up, not really a break up, more like a confrontation and domestic violence. But this time I wasn't the culprit, I was the victim. God I remember it. I can't forget it, though, till this day I would never hit a woman.

*flashback*

"Baby, I'm home!" I called out to my girlfriend as I climbed the stairs "You won't believe the day I had..." I mentioned, loosening up my tie. I heard small giggle noises from her. She's probably just being her weird self again.

I reached to grab the doorknob when a faint male voice was heard behind the door. "Probably just the TV, Patrick." I uttered breathily, reassuring myself that it's not what I'm truly thinking. I pushed open the door and my heart shattered into pieces, "Really?" I gritted my teeth, turning my heel and slamming the door shut. That was before the intensity rose and I pushed open the door once more and attacked the man who was in bed with my girlfriend.

"You disgusting piece of shit!" I growled throwing my fist in his face multiple times, "Patrick! Stop!" My girlfriend screamed loudly, "Get off of him!"

I released my grip on the man and climbed off the bed and walking over to her, leaning in towards her, my panting against her skin and maliciously whispering in her ear , "Baby, You wouldn't know a good thing if it came up and slit your throat." I bit her lip roughly then walked out the bedroom door. I angrily pulled off my tie, unbuttoned my shirt a bit and threw the tie behind me.

I knew once I walked out I would not be walking back in.

***end of flashback***

"Patrick?" Pete chuckled, "You sure you're alright?" He asked once again and once again I nodded, "I said I was fine, Pete." I pushed past him and sat down at the bar, ordering whiskey after whiskey. I skimmed around the bar, all the woman in skimpy outfits that would make their mothers cry.

The bartender poured me another drink and I swallowed that down, "For your own safety, I think you've had enough." She said with a small sympathetic smile as she reached for my glass, our hands touching. I felt my heart pound, I looked up into her emerald eyes. She was beautiful. Very beautiful.

"What's your name?" She smiled, slowly pulling back. Her body was shaped like an hour glass and she had a small tattoo on the side of her hip where her shirt cut off.

"Patrick." I winked flirtatiously. "And yours?"

"Well that's for you to find out, now isn't it?" She replied mysteriously, her dark red lips curling up into a smirk.