Emo Band Imagines

Busted ~ P.S.

Your boyfriend Patrick has been pretty distant lately, which worried you. He would come home late, or sometimes don't come home at all. And if he'd come, he would be drunk.

"Y/n, are you done with the article yet?" Your boss Ms. Nicholls asked you. She was like a mother to you, so wasn't like one of the rude bosses in the TV that you would hate.

You were a journalist and we're currently writing about having a relationship with a band member. You were writing about how hard it is to let them go on tour and having to wait months for them to come back. But you still tried to write it into something positive.

"Yea, I am!" You shouted back. "Ok, hun, you've been working so hard lately. I'm letting you go home early today." Ms. Nicholls smiled at you.

"Oh, thanks!" You hugged her quickly. "Bye!" You called out before exiting the building and walking to your car.

You opened the door, got it, and started it. You opened the radio and hummed along to whatever on the radio was. After a 15 minutes drive, you arrived at your driveway and parked your car.

You got out of the car and closed the door. The curtains were closed.
Strange.
You and Patrick never closed the curtains.

You slowly opened the front door, trying to remain quiet.

"I think she's back." A voice said. It wasn't Patrick's voice, no. It was a female voice.

Anger boiled up inside you and you turned your hands to a fist. Your knuckles slowly started to turn white because of the amount of pressure you were giving your fists.

You started to hear how clothes were thrown around and belts buckling. That was the point that you had enough and stomped up the stairs. You immediately turned towards the closed bedroom door and opened it. Patrick sat on the bed, acting like nothing happened and walked towards you with a nervous smile.

You stepped back and had a look of disgust in you face. "Where is she?" You asked harshly.

"W-what d-do you mean?" Patrick stuttered. "Save it, Patrick. You know damn well what I'm talking about." You slapped his hand away as he tried to take a hold of you arm.

You looked around the room and heard moving in the closet. You gave Patrick a death glare before heading to the closet and opening it to reveal a blonde woman with lingerie on. You grabbed her by her hair and threw her to the ground.

"Really?" You looked at Patrick. He opened his mouth, but closed it again. "If you wanted our relationship to end, you should've talked to me. Not start a new one, while ours was still working." You spat at him.

"What?" Patrick's voice cracked. "Please let me explain, Y/n-"

You cut him off with a slap, that would sure leave a bruise for a while. "What did you expect, Patrick?! Huh?!" You hit his chest between every word. "That I would be completely fine with you sleeping with some whore!?" You pointed to the blonde woman, without breaking eye contact with Patrick.

"I'm leaving."