Oh My My, That Man

Patrick.. I'm so sorry

(Petes POV)

The alarm woke me up the next morning. I squinted at the light. I hate getting up. Patrick lay beside me, fast asleep. I cuddled next to him. He squirmed a bit and I saw him smile a bit. I twisted the wedding band around my finger. It was hard to believe that we were going to be married. I hugged Patrick and got up slowly. I was naked so I had to get some clothes on.

I walked into the store when I saw it. Chaos. Things were thrown about, the cash registers were open empty of their contents. We hadn't even opened yet. In the midst of all of this was Mr. Toro. He had his hands tangled in his hair in unbelief.

"Fucking Shit." He said looking around.

"What happened here?" I asked stepping over dropped cans to stand by Mr. Toro.

"I had band practice last night and I mustve forgotten to lock it."

"Band practice?" I asked.

"Yeah, fuck everything is out of order."

"Do you want me to start cleaning up?"

"No, wait til Andy gets here. We are closing for the day. You can leave when this place is back in order, and I will pay you for the hours you were supposed to work." He was stressed. He moped his way to his office and shut the door. Well fucking shit.

I waited an half an hour before Andy finally walked in.

"What the hell..." Andy said maneuvering through the chaos.

"We got robbed, now we have to clean it up and we can leave." I grabbed a trash bag and began to pick up things.

It took us two hours to get it all put back together. We left shortly after. But I felt off, like I had forgotten something. I didn't know what it was. I pushed it aside while me and andy went to get some coffee.

"So hows the wife?" Andy joked as we ordered our coffees.

"Oh just great." I said punching Andy in the arm. He laughed.

"I want to have another band practice tomorrow night, I need to go over some things with everyone."

"Okay that seems easy enough. I don't think we have anything planned."

"Great."

I got home two hours early because Andy had to go somewhere with Joe. I could feel myself change moods. The minute I stepped into the house I felt more... more aggravated. Why should I be the one who has to work? What did I forget this morning? Why doesn't Patrick work? He just sits at home all day?

I shook my head trying to bury the thoughts but my mood was ruined. I wanted Patrick to work too. Then I wouldn't have to be the only one to have to bring home money. To support both of us. It was so aggravating. And what the hell had I forgotten this morning. I walked into the kitchen where Patrick stood eating soup.

"Hey babe! Your home early!" He smiled. But for some reason it didn't have the same effect his smile usually has on me. Instead I felt annoyed by his happy mood.

"Yeah someone robbed us so we just had to clean it."

"Well Yay! Now your home." he said taking another spoonful of soup.

"Yeah, unlike you who sits here all day doing nothing."

"What?" He said hurt. But at this point I was so fed up with it. I just wanted to scream and punch something.

"You heard me."

"Babe are you okay?" He was worried and stopped eating his soup.

"Yeah, I'm fucking fine." I slammed my work shirt on the table.

"Babe, whats wrong." He came up behind me and touched my arm waiting for an answer.

"You want to know whats wrong?" I asked turning around arubtively "You're what's fucking wrong." He stepped back in hurt and surprise. I could tell he was about to cry but I kept going. "You sit here all damn day doing nothing while I am out there, making money so that we can live. And all you do is sit and watch tv or some shit. You don't do anything!" I screamed at him.

"I don't do anything? God I'm so done with your complaining!" He yelled back with tears in his eyes. But mine were ablaze.

"I don't complain, you do! Its so annoying. I want this, I want that, can we get this? It never stops with you!"

"Shut the fuck up you fucking dick." He said mad. And that's when I lost it. I didn't even know what happened until I saw Patrick on the ground. He was clutching his face. I had hit him. I hit him. And I suddenly remembered what I forgot. I forgot my pills.

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD, Patrick! Patrick I'm so sorry. Oh my god are you okay!?" I said dropping to my knees trying to help him. But he refused my help. He looked up at me instead with hurt and hatred in his eyes.

"Leave." He said through pained tears.

"Patrick I-"

"GET THE FUCK OUT NOW!" He screamed. He started balling. Slowly, I got up. I walked out of the door. But I didn't get far because the first thing I did was drop to my knees and cry. My stomach filled with a hole. And the tears flowed faster than anything. I was so stupid. What the hell was wrong with me? I lost him... Forever.