Patrick Stump Imagines

Secrets (Part 5)

A/N: I am literally pushing through with this as an actual fic. I love the concept of the story. I'll probably write about four more chapter about this story here and after that, I'll make it into an actual fic. Enjoy!

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Your breath was still heavy even if the incident was nearly thirty minutes ago. What made the luggage heavier was the fact that it was your fault.

"(Y/N)! Come inside! He needs you!" Andy panted as he looked at you from the window. You started to panic and ran inside with him, heart beating louder with every move.

You made it back to where the four of you previously were, seeing Patrick on the couch with a black eye, several bruises & scratches, torn clothes and a current nosebleed. You felt your heart drop as you walked closer to him, his breathing light.

"Patrick, I'm—"

"Get the fuck out of my life," he ordered with his limited voice. "You liar. I thought you loved me."

"I did! But Patrick, he was going to—"

"What? Break-up with you? Wasn't that good for you? Good for the both of us? Good for our goddamn daughter?"

You sighed as you ran your fingers through your hair. "I'm really sorry. It's all my fault."

"You damn right you are."

He looked at the nurse beside him who was currently helping him stop his nosebleed, nodded and told her something which made her get out of the scene.

"I'm taking Tiffany. I already contacted a lawyer for this and he said it'd be ready in a week."

"You can't take her."

He chuckled. "Of course I can. I'm her biological father."

"You can't prove that," you said as you shot him a glare.

"I can and I will. She's better off with me than a backstabbing liar like you."

You slapped his face, accidentally hitting the bruise he had on his cheek which made him groan in pain and made you regret your decision. "And I can't let her be with a person like you. You won't even have time for her. You're always on tour."

"I'd cancel if I have to," he mumbled with a sense of determination in his voice.

You groaned with how he wasn't giving up. "You can't prove that Tiffany belongs to you and I certainly won't let you."

"Tell that to the DNA tests."

The nurse came back with a glass of water in her hand, giving it to Patrick quickly as she ran outside.

"Where's Pete?" you interrogated.

Patrick rolled his eyes in annoyance. "So after making him beat the hell out of me, lying to me and preventing my own daughter to see me, you're still looking for him."

"Well, it's better than spending my time on you."

"You're the one who said I fucking raped you!" he screamed. You flinched, but didn't let his words hinder you.

"And you're the fucking cunt who went in my life for some reason and is currently trying to bring it back to pieces!" you argued.

He sighed. "Do you even know why I went back in your life after years of ignoring and fighting you?"

"Why?" you asked frustratedly as you ran your hands through your hair.

He looked down. "Because I still love you. I think I can make you happy. I still have something for you that I just can't take away. But seeing that you don't want me, I figured that having a kid that has your attitude will fill the hole in my heart that I've been saving just for you and only you."

Now it was your turn to look down. You bent down to his level and slowly gave him one last kiss on the cheek before going out of the room peacefully.