Patrick Stump Imagines

Please Forgive Me

A big thank you to @joey_foreverx for the little prompt, I guess you could say.
Also, I'm on mobile and I have no idea how tagging works...

Tonight was a spectacular night. It was our wedding anniversary, and Patrick took me out to the lake, walked around Chicago, and even drove an hour or two just to make one of my dreams come true: Star gazing. Star gazing was something I've been wanting to do since a teenager, and he actually did it for me.

"Thank you for the great night, Patty cakes," I said as we walked up the stairs to our house. Patrick sighed behind me, annoyed that I keep calling him that.

"Anything for you, (nickname)."

"My nickname from high school? Really?" Patrick chuckled before cutting in front of me to open the door to the house.

When I walked it, it was almost dead silent in the house, except for the muffled music that was playing loudly on the upper level. Patrick closed the door and walked up beside me, both of us exchanging looks with each other.

I know we were thinking the same thing. Our teenage daughter, Hurley, was blaring music in her room again. Honestly, if she keeps it up that loud, she's eventually gonna go deaf. I sighed before taking a step towards the stairwell to the upstairs. Before I could get any farther, Patrick put a hand on my shoulder to stop me. I turned my head to look at him, shaking his head.

"I'll tell her this time," he mumbled before vaulting up the stairs two at a time. I sighed, walking into the kitchen for something to drink.

I got the pitcher of water from our fridge, and poured a small amount into the glass in my hands. Through the ceiling, I can hear Patrick's foot steps, walking to whatever room the music was coming from.

"HOLY FÛCK!" Was all I heard before a slamming of a door, and quick foot steps down the stairs. A few seconds later, Patrick turned the corner into the kitchen. His face was all red, and anger took over his eyes. I tilted my head at Patrick and put my hand on the crook of his back, rubbing up and down.

"Sweetie, what's wrong? What's with the yelling?" Just as those words escaped my mouth, more rapid foot steps came down the stairs. A set of two footsteps to be exact. Hurley and who seemed to be Y/F/N's son, Trevor, ran into the kitchen with panic and embarrassment on their faces, not to mention messy hair and being lazily dressed.

"Dad, please. It's not what you think," Hurley spoke up first, taking a few steps towards you and Patrick. Patrick tensed up and his head whipped over to look at your daughter.

"Mr. Stump, please let us explain," Trevor spoke softly, folding his hands like he was asking God for forgiveness. Patrick's eyes darted over to Trevor and narrowed at the sight of him. Something was seriously wrong, and I almost wished I had popcorn until Patrick took a few steps towards Trevor and Hurley, both of them backing up slightly.

" 'It's not what you think', 'let us explain' " Patrick started off with mocking voices before he continued. "What IS there to explain! And how is it NOT what I think! I SAW it with my own two eyes!" Patrick slammed his fist on the island in front of him, stopping him from lunging at the small boy. "Your fùcking dïck was INSIDE MY DAUGHTER!!" Patrick yelled at the top of his lungs. My eyes widened at his words, my eyes darting over to Hurley, making sure what he said was true. Hurley met my stare and her face turned to an even darker shade of red than Patrick's. I shook my head slowly as I made my way over to my daughter.

"Hurley... Why..." I asked her, my voice cracking a little. She didn't say anything. All she did was look away, a guilty look on her face.

"You wouldn't understand..." Hurley whispered before slowly backing away.

At this point, Patrick has lost it. He's pulling his hair, leaning against the counter and island, and kicking the chairs and cabinets. I have never seen him get this mad before, and it's really scaring me.

"What's isn't there to understand?! Am I missing something here?!" Patrick bursts out screaming. "If I am, please tell me I am!" Tears were streaming down Hurley's face as Patrick yelled at her. Trevor hasn't said a word since the beginning of this fight. All he's done is back him self into a corner... Literally. I didn't know what to say at this point.

As Patrick continued to yell at the both of them, I could see Hurley breaking down. She was looking down, eyes full of tears, clamped shut as they fell, and fingers going through her hair. Patrick turned his attention over to Trevor, calling him names and saying he's gonna tell his dad everything. His screaming ceased right when Hurley turned around to look at him.

"I don't understand why you're so mad..." She sneered. My eyes widened at Hurley's words. "Why can't I do my own things? Be my own person? Look after myself?" Hurley question, walking up to her father and look him dead in the eyes. Before he could even blink, Patrick spat out words that he knew he shouldn't have said.

"Because I don't want you being known as the slut of the school! The girl who would blow anyone if they do her homework for her! The one who would fuck anyone just for fun; who will eventually get AIDS or an STD! I-I DONT WANT YOU ENDING UP LIKE YOUR MOTHER!!"

My breathing stopped when those words came out. Was he... Disappointed in me? Tears stung the back of my eyes, backing away from the husband who said that he cares for me and loves me with everything he's got. Patrick's eyes darted over to me, the realization of what he just said hitting him. My hands grabbed onto the counter behind me, the only thing there for me when I was falling.

Patrick shook his head, saying something under his breath. Hurley and Trevor looking back and forth between me and Patrick, processing what was just said. Patrick started to make his way over to me, but before he could reach me, I bolted to the door.

"Y/N! Wait!" Patrick yelled behind me. I ran through the house and out our front door.

My mind was everywhere, trying to think about what I'm doing. The keys to my car were inside, and I'm not going back for them. I ran down the walk way to the house and sharply turn left, running to hell knows where.

Part two?

Also, I decided against Trevor being Andy's son, since him and Hurley would technically be cousins, I guess. I just don't want anything being weird...