When I Text You, It Means I Miss You

Not Anymore

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Patrick's POV

I had to leave.

 I needed to get out. 

I couldn't just stay there with Mick. 

Not again. 

He came home drunk again. He yelled at me again. 

Called me fat, pathetic, talentless, ugly, a loser and so on.

I grip my hands around the warm cup of coffee as the water drips down my face. 

After what happened, I ran out and didn't realize it was pouring. 

At least the rain can mask my tears.

I heave out a loud sigh. Things didn't used to be like this. Mick and I used to have a great relationship. He used to bring me home flowers on random days and we would spend Sundays just staying in bed cuddling. I used to always sing him my songs and he would kiss my cheek and whisper "It's perfect just like you"

But then the drinking started. It wasn't that bad at first, only a few nights a week and he would always apologize afterwards. 

But then it got worse. It became every night and the yelling got worse. The insults got worse to the point where I would cry myself to sleep over the venomous words he would spew. 

Then it escalated.....to hitting

At first, it was just once followed by a "I promise I will never do that again. I am so so sorry." 

Soon that became a daily occurrence

A slap or hit or punch or kick  followed by "I promise I will never do that again. I am so so sorry."

Then it just became a beating followed by "You deserved that." or "You made me do that"

I feel the salty tears run down my face as I recount all the bruises, the cuts, the broken ribs, the sprained ankles, the black eyes

I can see people staring at me so I look down at my cup instead. No doubt they are wondering who that dripping wet stranger with tears running down his face and the fresh black eye is. 

Normally, I would wait until Mick falls asleep so I could sneak back home and cry myself to sleep but I can't. 

I can't go back

Not anymore

But it's late

I don't know where I would go

That's when I receive a text

From Pete

Hey I know it's late but I can't really sleep so I wanted to see if you were also up 

I smile a little.

Pete seems to be the only good thing in my life right now

Wait

Didn't Pete say he also lived in Chicago?

No...I couldn't do that

That's too much to ask

But...I don't really have another choice

I sigh as I dial his number

It starts ringing and I just immediately want to hang up

Maybe he won't answer and I can just pretend I accidentally called-

"Hello? Patrick?"