𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐃 , 𝚙. 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗

𝙘𝙝. 𝙩𝙚𝙣 - 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚

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Months seemed to pass as Beatrice sat in her apartment — it was empty as she had been planning on moving out soon — Patrick had called her multiple times but she hadn't answered until the day she was finally leaving. "What do you want Patrick?" She answered the phone with a snarl, she had grown to hate Patrick — hate him so much to the point where if she ever saw him again she'd kill him. "Go to Paul Allen's apartment, now. You have to clean up the bodies." He ordered and Beatrice scoffed, "Oh I'll clean them up alright." She hung up before carrying the last of her bags to her car and getting in. She looked like she hadn't brushed her hair or even showered in days — she wore a red shirt and jeans, both of which weren't designer except for the shoes she wore — her Valentino heels.

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Pulling up to the apartment complex, Beatrice quickly made her way inside and up to Paul's apartment — Patrick was waiting outside of the room, he put on a face mask and handed one to her which she didn't make any moves of putting on. Patrick held a suitcase of cleaning supplies. Beatrice opened the door, "After you." She motioned for him to walk in which he quickly did before stopping in his tracks, Beatrice quirked a brow as she stepped into the apartment and saw that it was completely spotless — the corpses were gone and all the blood, vomit, and other bodily fluids were gone. Patrick took his mask off and walked around and searched the whole apartment, trying to find something, anything, to show that what happened yesterday had actually happened.

Was that yesterday? Or was it last week?

"Hello, are you two here for the open house?" An older woman walked in and asked the two. Beatrice looked at her and gave a tight lipped smile but didn't respond, Patrick focused on trying to find something of the corpses, "Uh, I..." Patrick stuttered resulting in the woman suddenly backing away. "I think you two should leave." Patrick looked at her but didn't say anything, "Leave. Now. Or I'll call the cops." Patrick breathed heavily as he dragged Beatrice out, "Fucking bitch." He muttered — the door was closed behind the two.

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"What the fuck! The fuck! What the fuck!" Patrick yelled right in Beatrice's face as they stood outside of the apartment complex — people gave them confused looks which started to make Patrick nauseous. "Did you do this to me? Did you decide to make me feel fucking crazy!?" Beatrice slapped Patrick causing him to cry slightly. "Patrick. You need to stop being a little bitch and try to figure out how the fuck that woman made Paul's apartment an open house!" She hissed — there were more dire things at hand. Patrick suddenly vomited onto the sidewalk and cried and wailed, Beatrice began to walk away but Patrick called after her, "Beau! Beatrice! Beau! You fucking bitch! You slut! I should've killed you when I had the chance!"

Beatrice stopped in her tracks as she heard Patrick's words as she turned around, "I should've killed you when I had the chance." She repeated his words to him causing Patrick to breathe heavily with vomit running down his chin as tears pouring out of his eyes — he seemed to snap out of whatever tantrum he was having before walking towards Beatrice — wiping his chin with his glove and his eyes with his sleeve, he sniffled. "Don't leave, I'll be alone. You can't be alone here." Beatrice looked down, "Oh Patrick." She looked back up at him, "You say that like I care." Tapping his cheek, she turned and continued to walk away. Patrick followed after her. The two walked aimlessly around town and it wasn't until the sun went down that Beatrice looked behind her and saw Patrick was still following her.

"What do you want." Beatrice said to the disheveled man, he stood a few ways away from her. They both stood feet away from the lobby of P&P. "I don't want you leaving me. You can't leave." Beatrice walked towards him before grabbing his sleeves, "It was fun while it lasted hm?" They stood in front of an ATM machine. Patrick leaned down and began to kiss Beatrice as she tried to pull away, the sound of a cat made Patrick stop. "Here kitty, kitty, kitty." Beatrice wiped her mouth as Patrick picked up the small kitten who began to meow — he pet the small animal with his large hand before the ATM machine began to beep, grabbing his attention. Beatrice couldn't help but watch what Patrick did as the ATM read, "FEED ME A CAT."

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