Fracture

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

*TW: MENTIONS OF SELF HARM*

Song of the chapter

FALSE GOD; Taylor Swift

"I know heaven's a thing, I go there when you touch me, honey hell is when I fight with you."

"Religion's in your lips even if it's a false god, we'd still worship."

☆ ♫ Patrick ♫ ☆

I had been laying in bed for the past two hours trying to fall asleep but I couldn't.

My head was spinning. I missed Scarlett. I hadn't talked to her since that day in café and that had been over a week ago. I was giving the girl all the space she needed but I was starting to lose it.

I had tried casually texting Claire to see how Scarlett was doing, but she seemed oblivious to the fact that Scarlett was even hurting herself to begin with.

Staring at my ceiling in the dark I mentally replayed every conversation I had ever had with Scarlett and I swore my heart ached.

When my phone started ringing I sat up, looking to my alarm clock that read half past two in the morning.

Feeling my stomach churn I reached for the phone, getting a phone call at this time was quite alarming.

When my eyes met the screen and Scarlett's name was lit up, I scrambled to answer it.

With my heart racing I mumbled, "Hello?"

"Patrick?" Scarlett drawled down the line.

"Are you drunk?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"Shhh! Don't tell anyone," She whispered, "It's a secret. Ah shit, you're bad at keeping those."

"Where are you?" I muttered, feeling groggy and confused.

"I'm at home," She slurred, "I was out, but now I'm not. Luke dropped me home."

Luke.

I hated that her talking about another lad made my gut twist with jealousy.

"Is everything okay?" I questioned.

"Well, when we were dating I used to call when I wanted to cut," She sighed, "I don't know if that still stands, but I'm calling."

"You can always call," I assured her, "Always."

"I've not cut in a few weeks," She informed me, "Mam took all my blades."

"Good job, baby," I smiled, the word baby casually slipping out.

Oops.
Maybe she won't notice.

"I'm not your baby," She giggled, "At least not anymore."

"Unfortunately," I sighed, laying my head back onto my pillow.

"Are you in bed?" She asked.

"Yeah," I replied.

"What are you wearing?" Her tone of voice changed from quiet to flirty.