What A Catch.

Chapter 66

Pov Casey

I fall to my butt in the toilet. I dont want to involve myself with him, I dont want to be hurt like before... I just cant help it.

I know Im shaking and I try to control it, working around my body to stop it doing weird things.

I lean into my shaking hands and stifle a sob. How could I be so rude, its not like I dont like Patrick. Patrick makes me happy, when we make contact my body shivers. My mind is sucked back to Kurt.

I stare ahead, what if he comes back? I let myself cry for a few seconds, he would take me.

Someone sits in front of me and I ignore them, focusing on myself. I drag my hands over my face, smudging the tears.

"Hey? Its okay. Dont be sad?" Someone whispers.

My breath stutters as I try to take a large breath.

"Look, Im so sorry. I- I didnt mean to try anything. You are just encapsulating." I see a fuzzy fedora through my tears and I try to grow up.

"I-its just that I-I-I- he- coming back- hurt me- a-and" I stick my face in my hands, he wont get it.

"Shh. Dont talk, calm, its okay. Im here, we all love you." He whispers.

His hand touches my arm and my arm tickles with his touch.

He removes his hand, "sorry."

I didnt realise that I flinched. I shake my head and close my eyes.

"Can you tell me why you are panicking?"

"I-I had a boyfriend who got possessive, a-and he... Stalked me... But the police came- he was in prison for a little but... I think he is out and wont stop until he finds me and finishes his business."

Patrick gasps and I feel my heart hammer in my chest. I breathe to accommodate the pain and speed of my heart.

"You need to slow down your breathing or you will pass out." Patrick says, concerned.

I watch my shaking hands and stars start to cover my vision. I decide to do as Patrick says and I suddenly stop breathing, holding my breath. The stars are still there and there are more of them. Patricks voice fades out as stars cover my vision.

Soon everything goes black. I need to remember to breathe.

Pov Beth

I look around the door into the bathroom where Patrick disappeared a while ago.

Patrick is sitting on the floor, Caseys upper body in his lap. I give him a questioning look before sitting next to him on the floor.

As I cross my legs Patrick begins to speak.

"She kind of panicked and..." He pauses, "she said something about an obsessed boyfriend?"

"Oh yeah... Kurt." I reply. "He was a bit of a tool to be honest, and what he did, unforgivable!"

"Yeah, Beth, I think she missed some things out..."

I give him a look, "would she?"

"Ill deal with it I supose."

Theres a silence as we both watch Casey breathe.

"How are you doing now?" He asks me.

"Panic attacks are more spaced out and not about the same things anymore... You could say that Ive moved on a bit..."

"Im glad for you."

"Are you okay? I never really talked to you when we were taken back from the kidnapping situation... What happened?"

"Yeah, I dunno. It was weird, half of it I was unconcious I guess... It was a bit like a hallucination..."

He pauses uncomfortably, adjusting his fedora.

"Yeah. So. Urm. Where should I start?" He says.

"How did you get taken? I kinda just passed out after they drugged me..."

"Well, the other guys didnt run and I saw the van and urm... Ran after it to find out where you are and to get you back... The van stopped and I knocked on the window. They got me into the van after pretending to take a selfie with me and drugged me. Its kinda stupid if you think about it..."

"No Patrick! It was nice of you and, although you didnt save me, you did well... You know?"

"I- urm- thanks? Its nice to be appreciated..."

"What else happened?"

"Well, urm, Im not completely sure but when I woke up and you were there... There was that bit where you passed out from pain in your ankle?"

"Oh yeah, that was fun..."

"Well, they gave me more drugs and then I was in this room when I woke up... It was really trippy and then this guy was here and somewhere along the line I was a punch bag? But then I heard you screaming and crying and what not and they made me listen to that. It was horrible knowing that you were being hurt and I couldnt do anything but watch... Or hear..."

I shuffle uncomfortably, trying not to relive the moment.

"Sorry." He says.

"No, no... Continue?"

"Okay well... They erm..." He closes his eyes, swallowing deeply, "Im not sure what kind of torture this is but they tied me up and dunked me in boiling water... It was blurry and some of it I was upside down... It was really weird and uncomfortable. They did some other stuff but Ill leave it to the imagination..."

"Oh." I whisper.

"Yeah... Well then I was being hung and this guy was there and there were weird things about to happen and thank goodness I was saved then. Pete runs in, unties me, and leaves. I try to stand and put my hat back on, everythings a bit dizzy and my hat was kinda squished... I dont know? Its kind of been blocked off and Im very finished with it..."

I grab Patrick into a side hug and he chuckles.

"Im sorry."

"Its okay... You dont need to repeat what happened to you... Dont want you getting hurt or anything."

I smile at him.

"Can you help me get Casey out of here?" He says.

"Yeah sure." I reply.