Adopted (Peterick)

4

-Patrick's POV-

"Ashlee?" I ask in surprise.

She turned around quickly. "Patrick?" She said and I leaned back on one foot.

"Ashlee, who's this?" The guy next to her asked. "Are you cheating on me?" He asked in disbelief.

"No! I'm not! This is my son!" Ashlee said.

"What about Pete?" I can't believe this. I've been living with them for two fucking days! I quickly turned and left the store and hurried back to my new home.

"Pete!" I yelled as I walked in the door. He turned his head to look at me.

"What?"

"I, well, I saw Ashlee at-at Walmart, and and she was w-with a guy and-d--" I stuttered out.

"You saw what?! Ashlee wouldn't do that!" He almost yelled as Ashlee walked through the door.

"What ever that little bitch said is a lie!" She shouted as she stormed over to me. My eyes widened in disbelief.

"Ashlee, I think we need to take a break." Pete told her.

"But I didn't cheat on you!" She said.

"How did you know that was the reason if I didn't tell you?" Pete interjected. "Get out of my house." With that Ashlee picked up her expensive handbag off the ground and stormed out the door.

Pete turned around and sunk back into the couch. "I can't believe she did that," He muttered almost to himself. "I thought she loved me." He sobbed.

"Pete, I--" I started.

"No, Patrick. None of it is your fault, I'd rather know than continue to be lied to." Pete interrupted me. I nodded and went up to my room and sat on my bed. I didn't know what I was supposed to feel. Guilty? Sad? Sorry? Relieved? I don't even know where the last one came from, but I felt bad about it.