They Love It More When Its Broken~ P.S

Chapter 26- I'd Fold Them End Over End

Patrick and I had hung out a lot the past few weeks, we'd eaten out at lots of new places, sometimes we'd stayed at Patrick's house and watch a movie or other times we'd sit outside my house on a good day and talk about nothing in particular.

Today was one of those days where we were eating out at a place we'd never been to before. I'd been happier the past few weeks that Patrick had been with me, taking me on adventures to new places and such.

We were sat in a fancy kind of food place. Dark tiles covered the ground with random plants in pots in every corner of the place. Cream coloured paint was painted neatly on the walls and the tables were neatly placed. On each table were table mats and knife and forks for each seat, along with salt and pepper placed directly in the middle. Above the tables hung red shaded lights that lit the place up, giving it a homely and cosy feel to it.

I sat down in my seat across from Patrick, brushing through my hair with my fingers. I kind of felt out of place in this restaurant because I was wearing black jeans and a black 'you complete me' t-shirt, where as everyone else dotted around the room were wearing formal clothes, napkins placed without a crease in them on their laps.

I picked the menu up, scanning through it. Light chatter and the sound of forks clanking against plates filled my ears.

"Well, I thought this place would be less formal than this." Laughed Patrick, placing his fedora on the table and looking down at his casual black jeans and black tee.

We ordered our food and sat back, talking about what we'd been doing when we hadn't been together, which was only a few hours a day, mainly at night after Patrick had dropped me off at home.

As dinner got put onto our table, our conversion stopped and we tucked into our meals.

I stopped as a tall lady, wearing a black pencil skirt, a blazer, black high heel stilettos, a plain white button up shirt and her brown hair tied up in a high pony tail. She had her silver, scratch less iPhone 6 stuck to her ear, talking in a hushed phone to someone on the other end. I don't usually people watch when I'm out with someone, but the thing that caught my eye the most was the fact that I recognised this women. I didn't know how or where from but somehow I knew her.

I frowned, turning back to my dinner and not thinking too much about her.

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She never spoke to us at all while we were in the restaurant, although her mascaraed and eyelinered eyes watched Patrick and I as we made our way out the door, giving me an uneasy feel.

Patrick dropped me back off at my house as the sun was about to disappear over the neighbourhood.

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It was about 10pm and I finished reading, closing my book and placing it on my bedside table.

I padded across the bouncy carpet of my bedroom floor and across to my window to close the curtains.

As I closed the curtains, I had to take a double look as I spotted a sliver car sat outside my house. A tall figure was moving around slightly in the drivers seat, their hair tied back in a long, high pony tail.

Why was there someone sat outside my house? Did they want me? Somebody else?

Despite my anxiety, I ignored it. I'd thought way too much today anyway and nothing has happened the past few weeks. Why would anything happen to me now out of the blue now?

I sighed and crawled into my bed, pulling the soft duvet over my body. I left my bedside light on, had done for quite some time now. I was scared something would happen to me, apparently that was normal for someone with what happened to me in their life, I didn't see it as normal. I was a freak.

I settled onto my pillow, that sank down and engulfed me in a cosy hug. A knock came from the other side of my bedroom door, followed by the door knob twisting round.

"Your friend's at the door, they want you." Said mom, nodding her head and waiting for me to answer back.

"Oh okay." I frowned, leaving my bedroom and making my way down the carpeted stairs and to the front door, taking it off the latch to greet the person there.

"Hel-" I was interrupted by a cloth being pressed against my nose and mouth, instantly making me feel drowsy.

"The name's Andre Foursit."

And then I blacked out.

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I plan for the story to come to an end in the next few chapters so yeah!

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