Oh My My, That Man

Bad intentions

(Patricks POV)

I stared at his picture. It finally popped up on my screen. I started to cry. How long had I waited for this. And here I was crying. I couldn't talk to him. So I pressed decline. I didn't think he'd leave a message so I went up to the kitchen where I was making food before he had called. The two pills and wedding band still laid on the counter. I couldn't move them. Part of me said that I should just pawn off the ring, another said I should put it back on. Petes things were still in the house, and I started sleeping on the couch because I couldn't stand the sight of his things in the bedroom. I hadn't left the main floor for two weeks. I couldn't go anywhere. I had a job interview yesterday. Since pete wasn't here I had to make the monthly bills. But I also knew I needed to do something with my time other than sit around and mope. I applied for a bank teller position. I think itll work out.

"One new message from 'Peter Panda'" it rang through the house like a eerie scream. I stopped making food and stared at the phone. I pressed play with all my courage and turned on speaker.

"Hey, Patrick... look I don't know what to say. I'm a horrible person. I am so sorry. It was a mistake. I don't even know why I called, what I did is unforgivable. Patrick I love you. I feel horrible and I wish I could just redo that whole day again. I'm not even going to blame it on the pills. I wasn't thinking straight. Patrick, I slept with someone. I was drunk and high. I didn't mean to."

What? He slept with someone else. The tears flowed freely out of my eyes. But the message wasn't over yet.

"Patrick I'm so so sorry, I am horrible. I made a mistake. I understand if you cant forgive me. I don't forgive me either. But if you could give me a second chance. I'm begging you. I don't think I can live without you. I cant think without you. I need you. Please.."

My body racked with sobs as I sat on the ground with my back against the cabinets. How could he? He said he was on drugs and drunk but still? He cheated on me. Well not technically because we were broken up. I was so angry now.

"AHHH!" I screamed and threw one of the glasses at the wall. It shattered into tiny pieces.

How dare he? And ask for my forgiveness? After what he did? The bruise had just healed up and now I was left with another in my heart. That was it. I wasn't going to let him hurt me anymore. I grabbed my keys and ran out the door with the worst intentions.