Irresistible

Chapter six

Tori's POV

I woke up and Patrick was gone. It wasn't exactly easy to get out of bed, what with me being fat as hell, but I managed to roll over and stand up.

I went downstairs to find Patrick on the couch, in only his boxers, sound asleep.

I smiled. He must've come down to watch tv last night and fallen asleep. I loved it.

I started to wake him up, when he twitched. "Joe." He mumbled. He sounded worried. "Pete."

I frowned. Was he having a nightmare?

"Let them go!" He suddenly shouted.

"Patrick!" I cried. I moved to his side and put my hands on his cheeks, calling his name.

"Patrick, wake up. Wake up." I said.

His eyes opened and landed on me. But they didn't calm the way I expected them to.

Without warning he was on his feet, pushing me back into the wall and holding my wrists.

"You did this." He hissed.

"Did what?! Patrick, let me go." I said.

I was utterly shocked and horrified that this was my fiancé doing these things.

"It's your fucking fault!" He yelled.

"You're hurting me." I whimpered.

Suddenly, Patrick-my Patrick-came back. His eyes widened and his hands dropped to his sides.

"Tori I-"

"Aunt Tori? Uncle Patrick?" A small, scared voice asked.

We turned to see little Bronx standing in the doorway, holding a teddy bear.

"Are you okay, Aunt Tori?" He asked me.

"I'm fine, honey. Why don't you go get dressed and we'll go to breakfast?" I said.

He nodded and hurried upstairs.

"Tori I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened." Patrick said.

"I don't either. But you completely lost it and you can't do that." I said.

Luckily, I was calm. The anxiety medications were helping, shockingly.

"Baby, please forgive me." Patrick begged.

"Look, it's okay. But I think you need some space. Go upstairs and go to bed or something. I'm going to take Bronx and Saint out." I said.

"Are you sure you should drive?" He asked.

"I'll be fine." I said.

So he walked off, looking like a defeated puppy, and vanished up the stairs.

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I returned home with the boys about two hours later. Patrick wasn't anywhere on the first floor, so I sent Bronx to play and took Saint-who had fallen asleep-up to his bed. I checked in the bedroom I shared with Patrick on my way back down, finding my fiancé asleep in our bed.

I walked downstairs and sat on the couch to watch Bronx play, and jumped up when I felt something hard under my bottom.

I reached underneath me and found Patrick's phone. There was a message from Andy. I read it-why not?-and frowned at it.

Patrick, tell me you got the message.

I texted him back.

What message?

He replied soon.

The one from Sally. About Pete.

My mother had texted him?!

Before replying to Andy, I looked through Patrick's other messages and found an unknown number.

It was a picture of Pete, and it said he didn't have much time.

I replied back to andy.

What do we do?

Don't tell Tori.

Anger boiled up inside me. I stood up, told Bronx to stay there, and stomped up the stairs as fast as my pregnant self could go.

"Patrick, wake the fuck up!" I yelled, kicking the door open.

He startled awake and sat up. "What?" He asked.

"What the hell is this?! Sally texted you! Why the fuck didn't you tell me?!" I yelled.

He stood up. "I didn't want to worry you-" he broke off.

"You have to stop lying to me!" I screamed. "We could've gone to the police and tracked her down through this text message!"

"I didn't know." He said. He looked sick.

"Well, you would have. If you'd told me." I snapped.

He didn't say anything. "What else are you hiding from me?" I demanded.

He sighed.

"Patrick if you don't tell me I will leave I swear to god." I said.

He sighed again and looked up at me with tears in his eyes. "She's got Joe too." He said.