The Baby Doll Fic

Keep An Eye on Her (BD's POV)

We returned home later that night after the wedding and Patrick started shoving some clothing into a bag. "I'll be home tomorrow. Okay babydoll? Love you." He kissed my forehead and left.

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I wake up the next morning to the sound of someone pounding on the door. Did Patrick forget his key? I finally get out of bed to answer the door, though I'm half awake, I managed to open the door. "Good morning babe." I yawned

"YOU THOUGHT" I heard a laugh. "Good morning to you too bay-bee dollll" Pete said to me walking into the living room. I forgot that he was coming over today. Oh joy.

"Pete. I didn't mean to call you babe, Where's Patrick?"

"I thought he would've been home by now." Just then the phone rings. It was a private number, so I was hesitant to answer and Pete took the phone to answer. "Yo."

"Pete? Where's Babydoll"

"Oh." Pete hands me the phone.

"Hello? Patrick? Where are you?"

"Um, prison."

Huh? "What are you talking about babe?" I asked with a giggle.

"I'm not joking around, babydoll, I'm actually in prison, I've only got 5 minutes on the phone."

My heart dropped and I felt tears sting my eyes, "How'd this happen?" 

"I can't explain. I have to go. I love you, babydoll. Please give the phone to Pete."

Streams of tears poured down my cheeks, I threw the phone to Pete, and I rushed to my room.

Pete stopped me and asked what's up. "Patrick's in prison."

"What?" Pete replied.

"Please just leave me alone." And I slammed the door and locked it.

"So you're not making breakfast?" He yelled from the living room jokingly. He started to talk to Pat and all I heard him say good bye to him. Then he walked to the door and tried to open it. " Dani, open the door. Lemme talk to you."

"Go away. I don't need company Pete."

"Well, that's why I came to you. Trick told me to watch over you and help you out while he's gone."

"I don't need you. I am fully capable to be by myself."

"Sure, but do you really want to be alone now? Patrick told me to. You need some comfort." He continued on, "We can go out or watch a movie or whatever you would want to do."

I sat in the room crying for several hours, trying to calm myself down. But I got hungry, so I finally left the room to go to the kitchen. I glanced over to see Pete still at my house. "Dude why are you still here?"

"You finally decided to leave your room. I wanted to make sure you were okay. I'm following your boyfriend's rules." He doesn't need to be here.

"I'm fine."

"Sure, that's what all girls say." He smiled. "But seriously, how are you feeling?"

How am I feeling? Well my boyfriend is in prison for god knows what and I'm stuck here with his sketchy friend. Tears were forming in my eyes again. I quickly turned to where Pete couldn't see me crying once more.

He must of saw I was tearful and got up from the couch. "Please, stop all this fucking weeping, it's too much. we need to leave this apartment. We can go to the bar."