Insanity [Patrick Stump Fanfiction]

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Patrick told me the detailed story of how Maria and her followers took control of Crest Ridge. This is what he told me:

Patrick Stump owned Crest Ridge, but he managed it in an office in Chicago, Illinois. A man who went by the name Montgomery took care of the building when Patrick wasn't around. Patrick got off of the plane, armed with his luggage. He sat down in the waiting area and rearranged his gear. Patrick shoved his phone and wallet deep into his pockets along with the keys to the rental car.

The flight was an easy two hours long. I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to Montgomery explaining that I landed in New York City. Patrick pulled up the Crest Ridge driveway in the green Ford Focus rental. Patrick described blood, lots of blood, and Montgomery falling to the floor, dead. He claimed he was knocked unconscious and then he woke up in a locked cell.

Because of Patrick's story, I never looked at the staff the same again. I began to always assume or predict some sort of uprising or something. I don't know what to expect anymore.

They say you can predict the future by looking at the past. They say you can learn from mistakes by looking at the past. I didn't know how this ordeal would play out. I guess I just have to wait and see.

I want to call my dad and quit working at Crest Ridge but I'm not leaving without Patrick coming with me. I'm not leaving here without him.

I drove back to Callie's apartment that night lost in thought. Thinking about Patrick, Crest Ridge, Maria, the surgeon I met in the basement, the electrocutions, and what I was going to make for dinner.

I greeted Callie as I walked in the door.

"Hey," she called. "How was work?"

"Alright," I called back to her. I dropped my bags down on the sofa and made my way to the kitchen. I put my long, brown hair into a ponytail and tossed it over my shoulder. "Do you want anything to eat? I'm making macaroni and cheese."

"Dude, it's almost 8:30," Callie laughed. "I ate like three hours ago."

"A simple no would suffice," I playfully glared at her. "You sure? I'm making the whole box. Don't make me eat it all."

"You'd eat it all anyways!"

"Whatever!" I called. "I'll just eat it out of the pot with a wooden spoon!"

"That would be your typical Saturday then," she teased. Callie shut the TV off and joined me in the kitchen. She pulled up a chair and sat down to watch me.

"You never talk about work. I'm curious. What's it like?"

"It's cool," I shrugged. I dumped the contents of the box into the boiling milk and water. "There's this one patient that's kinda fun, I guess."

"That's not detailed at all. What do you do all day? Sit there and watch them rot?" Callie joked. She cocked her head with interest and curiosity.

"Well, I basically just hang out with them. My boss, Maria, does all the work. She's the type of person whose motto is 'if you want it done right, do it yourself.' I'm not complaining though, it means I can meet the patients more. The one I was talking about earlier, his name is Patrick. He's really nice. He's always wearing a fedora. I don't know how he got Maria to let him keep it," I grinned to myself. "The place is a little run down so I do what I can to help out. Enough detail?"

"For now," Callie shrugged. "Don't burn the noodles."

"I won't, I won't," I rolled my eyes. When it was done, I added the cheese powder and stirred it. I sat down next to Callie and ate from the pot, like I said I would. She scoffed.

"What?"

"Nothing," Callie smirked. "You're so weird some times."

"That's why you love me!" I laughed.

"Whatever!" Callie put the chair back in the dining area and flopped onto the couch. I sat next to her and slowly ate my way to the bottom of the pot.