Face Down ✓ | Patrick Stump

Chapter Fifteen

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Just a note, the POV switches like three times in this chapter. I hope I don't confuse anyone.

*Patrick's POV*

As soon as I stepped into my apartment, I let my back rest against the door as I slid to the floor. I was the only one in the apartment, as Pete had taken Skye's siblings out to see Chicago. I pulled my knees to my chest and put my head in my hands out of frustration. Why?

Why do bad things happen to good people? Why do Skye, Alex, and Alexa have to go through the pain of losing their father? Why does her mother have to be abusive? Why can't her mother stop? Why am I in love with someone who could never love me back?

Why was my ex in my apartment?

I immediately stood up as I realized she was in the kitchen. "Elisa?" I called out, but it came out as more of a whimper.

"Patrick! I've missed you!" She exclaimed and came running out of the kitchen, a smirk on her face and her arms wide open.

I sidestepped her and her hug. "What are you doing here?" I clenched my teeth and my fists.

"Patrick, I came to apologize. What I did before, I'm-"

"Don't." I cut her off. "Don't even think that you can come crawling back to me after what I've done."

"It wasn't anything that bad-"

"You cheated on me, Elisa! I thought I loved you, I gave you three chances, and you blew every single one of them. If you think that you can come crawling back to me after you cheated on me three times-"

"I did not cheat on you three times!" She defended herself.

"Oh wait, that's right, you didn't cheat on me with three guys. No, only just ten." I scoffed.

"It wasn't ten! It-"

"It was what? Fifteen? Twenty? Thirty? We were together for ten years, Elisa. Ten fucking years!"I was practically screaming by now. "I was in love with you since eighth grade! After everything that we went through, I thought I could trust you!"

"But you can" She pleaded. "You have to see it from my side, you were always on tour, I was lonely, you were never there-"

"I was always fucking there!" I had begun to curse more, something that I only did when I was really upset, pissed, or hurt. Currently, it was all three. "I was there when no one else was! And don't bitch about me always leaving you. Whenever I was on tour, all I could think about was you! I hated being away from you! Fall Out Boy split up because of you! None of the guys really liked you, but I was fucking in love with you, Elisa." I lowered my voice to a whisper. "I really thought I could trust you."

"Don't you dare try to blame this on me! Fall Out Boy split up because you were being the selfish, ignorant, conceited and self-centered jerk that you always have been and always will be!" She was screaming at the top of her lungs, as was I.

"Conceited? Self-centered? Are you fucking joking right now? I hated myself, Elisa. I hated myself so much that I wanted to die, Elisa. The only reason I didn't do it was because you helped me through it all, but you never loved me! It was all for the money!"

"Oh yes, I remember very well. How you walked around and expected other people's pity. Oh, poor Patrick. He hates himself because someone on Twitter called him fat."