Oh My My, That Man

Failed Love

(Patricks POV)

I touched my cheek gently before wincing in pain from the purple bruise. I felt the tears come back but tried to hold them in. It was two days since he left. I hadn't heard a word from him. I didn't go to band practice because I couldn't see his face. The face that had hit me. I found out that he didn't take his pills because they were still sitting there from that morning. I looked at the counter. There, along with the two small pills, was the engagement ring. Laying abandoned as a reminder of a failed love. I couldn't bring myself to take it off until yesterday. I didn't know what I was going to do with it. So I put it off.

I had so many conflicted feelings right now. Part of me hated him. Hated him for calling me lazy and hitting me. But part of me said it was just because of the pills. And that I should forgive him. That he didn't mean it. But I also thought he did mean it. And it just gave me a bigger headache than the hit. I just wish he, I, well I don't know what I wish. I didn't want to cry anymore. But I felt like crying so bad. He hadn't even bothered to call. Or even text. I didn't know where he was. And it killed me. Because I love him. But I hate him too. He fucks with my emotions too much. Part of me says that its a good thing you broke it off. Part of me thinks its a mistake.

I was stuck in a type of depression. I thought too much again but this time surprisingly I haven't had an anxiety attack. I sat on the couch, hearing only the cars that drove by the house. I no longer found happiness in this house. It was too big. It was just a reminder of how good it was. How happy I was. Before everything. My phone rang and made me jump.

"hey you, how you holdin up?" It was Ashley

"Not very good." I admitted.

"Do you want me to come over?"

"I don't know."

"Come on, we will have a movie marathon, I can ask Lynn if she wants to come."

"Well okay.." I said

"Sounds good, how about 5?" I looked at the clock. It was almost 4:30.

"Okay."

"Ill see you then, try to stay in one piece until we get there."

"Ill try, no promises."

"Hey, come on."

"Okay."

"See ya in a bit." She hung up the phone and I collapsed onto the couch again. And I sobbed. I didn't mean to, it just came out. I needed pete here to console me. But he wasn't here. He hit me. I kicked him out. And now I was alone.