Patrick Stump Imagines

Step Two: Make Mistakes

The next morning

My eyes slowly opened to the sun creeping through the shades on the window. Everything seemed so peaceful right now, I forgot what I was mad about last night; then my eyes focused on my husband, whom was sitting on the edge of the bed, head in his hands.

I watched him for a few minutes. He didn't move a muscle. Not even an inch. All he did was sit there, head in hand.

Was he that hungover?

-Patrick's POV-

I awoke to the sun shining through the window, and let me tell you... With a hangover, that did not feel great. I slowly got up from the bed, walked over to the window to close the shades. When I turned around, I saw my beautiful wife, fast asleep, without a care in the world. I walked back to the bed slowly, and sat down on the edge with my head in my hands. Tears stung the back of my eyes as I remembered what's been happening every night this past week. Last night in particular really... Hit me hard..
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I pulled up to the club I've been going to for the past week. Turning off the engine, I looked down at the ring on my left hand. What she doesn't know or suspect won't hurt her, right?
I pulled the ring off my finger, stuck it in my pocket, and with that, I was off to the club.

After about 5 drinks, I've found myself grinding on every girl in the club. It felt good to be free. Sure, it's the alcohol making and letting me feel and do this, but I don't think I've felt this free in awhile. The girl I was grinding on was dragged away by another guy, and then I found myself at the bar again, taking shot after shot.

"Damn big boy, what happened to you?" A females voice sounded from behind me. All I did was stare at the girl. She was a rather short girl with short red-orange hair just brushing her shoulders, and such big, dark chocolate brown eyes. The low lighting in this place made it look like her eyes were straight black, that's how dark of a brown they were.

The girl chuckled at me, walking over to sit next to me. She ordered herself a drink, and looked over to me with curiosity and lust in her eyes.

"You lookin' to have some fun tonight, or you just out to drink?" She asked me with a sly smirk.

"O-oh well, uh, if you're looking for someone, I'm your guy." Nice job Patrick, bury yourself deeper in the hole you dug. The giggle she let out was just the perfect pitch to set me off.

"How 'bout we go back to my place?" She asked taking a small sip of her drink that was handed to her seconds ago.

Before I could respond, she took my hand, and dragged me out of the club, and into her car. After a few minutes of complete silence, she stopped the car in front of a small apartment complex, and got out of the car. I followed her out, and went straight for her with a hungry kiss on the lips.

We continued the hungry kiss up to her bed, clothes slowly being stripped when we entered the apartment. I pinned her down on the bed, and sucked on her neck, earning a small moan from her. I smirked, and slowly made my way up to her ear.

"I'm gonna make you scream until your lungs give out" I growled in her ear.

-After the sex-

I lazily put on all my clothes, leaving the girl in bed, staring at me. It's funny, we had sex, and I don't even know her name. She must do this a lot, though; But I don't know her life. I mean, it could be her first time.

I buckled my jeans, and patted my pockets. Wallet, keys... Oh no... My eyes darted to the floor, my drunken mind not helping focus on anything very well. I started to frantically search the floors looking for it. I can't leave without it.

"Can I ask you something, Patrick?" The girl murmured from her bed, studying something in her hands. I shot a few glances over to her, and made a sound to let her know I was listening. "Why would you do this to your wife?" She asked.

I froze in my tracks at her words. How does she know? Well, obviously she must know I'm famous since she knew my name, but how much does she know about me? I lifted my head slowly to see the naked girl staring back at me, curiosity in her brown irises.

"W-what do you mean?"

She chuckled at me, looking back down at her hands. She lifted her hands up, and between her pointer finger and thumb, she rolled my wedding ring back and forth.

"Why would you cheat on your wife so many times? I've seen you everyday this week in the club, Patrick, leaving with a different girl every night. I don't understand you, Mr.Stump. You're such a nice guy, who I know loves his wife very much, due to you moaning out another women's name.

"How will your wife react when she finds out her husband has been lying to her, and cheating on her? I'm gonna give you some advice, Patrick. Don't lie to her. Lying will only make the entire situation worse. Maybe, if she loves you more than the whole universe, she'll forgive you; and I believe she loves you more than that. But, if I was your wife, I'd be gone faster than a heart beat."

I didn't respond after that, some of the words she said not being soaked into my wasted head. She threw my ring back to me, which I clumsily caught some how. She got up from her bed, and went to her closet to find clothes to wear.

"Come on, I'll drive you back to your car" she told me, taking her keys, and walking out her apartment door. I gathered my things, and put my wedding ring back on before I walked out.

We pulled up next to my car not to long after we left. I sat there for a minute before unbuckling my seat belt and getting out of the car. I started to open my car door, and before I got in, the girl told me something else.

"Go easy on her, Stump. Don't fight her...." She shook her head and sighed "You ruined the poor women's life, dude. What have you done..."

What have I done....