American Suithearts

Part 2

Patrick:

I thought she would pull away. Gina seemed unsure. I'll accept my punishment if she pulls away to yell or slap me. Not one for being impatient, but my curiosity got the best of me. Nonetheless, she kissed me back. For one brief moment, I was happy. Holding her close and kissing her. It was perfect. Until someone grabbed the collar of my leather jacket. Pulling us apart. I fell back. "PATRICK!" A recognizable voice screamed, "Who is this?" Gina went pale when she saw Vanessa. A tall thin woman with golden hair and a short green dress. With blood lust in her eyes. Gina tried to run, but Vanessa grabbed her hair. "Leave her alone, Nessa," I sat up. "So she's not the one I just saw kiss you?" she blared. Holding on to her with a tight fist. Gina whimpered in pain. "It's over," I told her. "Why because I caught you cheating?" Vanessa roared. "I was going to break up with you when I got back," I explained. Pulling Gina up by her hair. She sneered.

"Because of this slut."

"BECAUSE YOU'RE A BITCH."

"What?"

"You heard me."

She flipped me off. Vanessa turned to Gina. Still yanking on her hair, "Let's take this fight outside." Vanessa smirked. Dragging her. I followed them out to the patio. Vanessa shoved Gina against the brick wall of the building. "What do you have to say?" She hissed in Gina's ear. Her face red, eyes wet with tears. Yet nothing was said. Throwing her down, Vanessa started to kick her. Gina just took it. Beating her and scratching her. "Stop it...Nessa, I said stop," I cried out. "Can sluts bleed?" She screeched. "I don't know? Can you?" I snapped back. Pulling her away from Gina. "You've been cheating on me from the start," I confronted her. Giving me a puppy dog pout, "But I love you. I would never do such a thing." Vanessa promoted false innocence.

"Bull shit. You have been stringing me along for two years. Never cared about me. Just my money and when I leave for tour. You are horrible to my friends. I want nothing to do you. I'm sick of this. I'm sick of you and hearing how worthless you think I am. This was the first time you have ever said you love me. That's how I know you're lying. It's over. Go home. I owe you nothing," I pushed past her, "Thank you for wasting my time."

I knelt next to Gina. "You okay?" I asked. She sat up, "Fuck this." Getting up and walking away. "Oh Shit," Pete cursed in the doorway with Joe behind him. Gina walked past them. Steaming mad. My shoulders dropped. Defeated. "You don't mean it, do you, Pat?" Vanessa tried to beg for forgiveness. I ignored her. "Party's over," Joe whispered to Pete. They dipped back into the club. I chased after Gina. Losing her in the crowd. Weaving in and out until I found her by the entrance. Limping. Dashing out. I caught up to her. Tapping her shoulder. She flinched. "I'm sorry," I blurt out. My apology didn't faze her. Gina just looked at me with coldness in her eyes. "I just want to be alone right now. If you don't mind," She said irately. Then turned her heel and left. She waved down a yellow checkered car and went home. Picking up my car from the valet. Speeding off to her apartment. Keeping a two-car distance from her cab. I felt guilty. For kissing her, hurting her, not giving her space. I could have walked away. Never to see her again. Leaving things unsaid and lost. I parked in the ally. This is stupid. Just leave her alone. My brain rattled. Stepping out, I waited for a light to turn on. Soon, on the third floor, the sixth window lit up. A silhouette appeared. Cracking open a window. Strolling down. I stood in front of the latter. Jumping up, I reached for the last bar. Missing a couple of times before I caught it. Lowering it down.

Climbing up. I didn't stop until I made it to her window. Peeking in, I saw her curled up. Crying. Shit. I knocked gently on the glass. Popping her head up. Rolling over, she saw me. Glaring at me. Destroyed. I lifted the window a little bit more. Gina raced towards me. "I said I wanted to be alone," She shouted, "That doesn't mean chase me and pretend this is some romantic comedy. Where you, showing up means I can just forgive you at a drop of a hat and everything will be happily ever after. It means I want to be alone." Gina grabbed the ledge. Trying to close it. "Wait. I'm sorry. You have to let me at least tell my side. We had a good thing going. In the car. I never vented to you yet," I made an effort to make her smile. "I think I've heard enough," Gina snapped.