Tell Me You Love Me Tonight (book two of YMT)

Chapter 2

(slight alcoholism thought i should tag it incase of triggers) 

 TWO WEEKS LATER

A knock sounded at my door, and I ran to grab it not checking who it was. "Pat!" I tugged him into the room and hugged him hard, his arms shook gently as her held me tightly. 

"I've missed you so much Lani, you have no idea." His eyes looked sad and haunted. 

"Well I'm here now," I smiled. It was four hours until the game started and it was a blizzard, what do you expect from mid-December in Boston?  We sat down and talked about Chicago, weather, hockey, sports, TV shows... Ignoring the elephant in the room.  

Pat had grabbed an orange Gatorade for himself and one for me, "How is he?" I ventured. 

"Please I can't talk about this before the game--" His phone rang and blared Chelsea Dagger, "One sec," He waked into the kitchen. I wondered how the sad, haunted, tired look had gotten into Pat's eyes, just months ago they were sparkling and laughing. 

"Game's postponed," He said as he walked back into the room gesturing at the window where the snow was going sideways and the wind was howling. His phone lit up with a text, "Hey. the guys are venturing to a bar wanna come?" 

"Sure," So we loaded up on hats and coats and met them at a small hole in the wall bar but a well loved bar by locals. The guys who knew me came up and said hello and the rookies eyed me wearily, Jonny didn't even look in our direction. Pat didn't look at Jonny either just briskly brushed past him and through the doors. 

After four drinks Pat was looking sadder and sadder, "You wanna go home?" His eyes shot up and looked disappointed that it was me who asked for a second. 

"Um sure, lemme tell Sharpy." He stood up, swayed and then regained his balance. He quickly came back looking pale and sober, "Let's go." He dragged me out into the storm. It was a quick 10 minute walk back to my apartment. 

I settled him onto the couch and he pulled me down with him, "He's bad. Really really really bad. He shows up late for practices, smells like booze before and after games. He screams at us when we lose and screams at us when we win. Coach is thinking of scratching him and putting Sharpy in his place for a while. H-he doesn't talk to any of us, not Sharpy, not me. Lani he doesn't talk to me. No matter what happens between us we still talk. Now its just, 'be better, you cant do that, horrible pass, be better, watch number 14,' It's hockey shit. Off the ice we almost never talk about hockey. He comes out with the team and just drinks, shot after shot. And then when he's nice and wasted he stares at me, not saying anything. He always looks at me like that when he wants to go home. And, and he knows me so well that he knows that I will, I'll take him home and take off his shoes and shirt so he doesn't puke on it and set out a puke bin and puts out Advil, because he knows no matter how much I hate him I'm his teammate and he knows I love my teammates. But he doesn't care he treats us like shit." He stopped and looked up at me, the haunted look was back, "I can't sleep without him as my room buddy." Tears slipped out of his eyes. I wrapped my arms around him and let him sob quietly. 

He sniffled and I grabbed his hand and brought him into my room, laid him down on the bed as I got ready for bed. He was asleep as I came back into the room, but the tense set of his shoulders, and his face was sad even as he slept. 

What have I missed? 

wowwwww okay that was fun (sarcasm) anyway i'll give you more insight and some 3rd person and maybe throw in a 1st person from kane or jonny. just keep a look out!!!! first comment gets dedication!!