His hands ran down her smooth legs.
Patrick stumbled into his house. He saw Jillian sitting on the white sofa. "Welcome home."
Her hands were tangled in his curls.
His breath was getting heavier. "Jillian." He spat, his eyes dark.
He slid down her laced panties.
"How much have you had to drink?" She stood up, trying to help him sit. He pushed her away.
Her hands unbuttoned his jeans.
"Too much." He steadied himself against the wall. "too much..." Patrick repeated. "Pat, it's okay. Let me help you to bed."
She kissed his neck. He hovered over her.
"I should've never." Jillian seemed confused. Her face was blurry, but he could read her. Deep down, she knew. She wasn't dumb, like that asshole Chris. She knew that her husband was in love with another woman. "Never what dear?" Was she using his drunken state to get some answers out of him? "I love... I love,"
Jillian took a deep breath. She wasn't ready to hear it yet. She wanted a little bit more time with her husband. "Patrick," She pulled him in for a hug. "I know, it's okay," His breath got heavy, his heart ached. She doesn't drive him crazy like Ellen does. Her sent doesn't fill his lungs. Her hands don't tug at the end of his curls. And her eyes...Ellen's eyes are so unique. You could get lost in them. "Let's get you to bed, c'mon."
"I love you, Patrick." She caught her breath.
"I love you, Patrick. Never forget that." His wife whispered.
September 15th, 2009
"Ellen?" Patrick checked his phone to make sure he wasn't dreaming. "It's 3 am..." He wiped his eyes, and stepped out of the room to not wake Jillian. "Patrick," She was panicking. "Hey what's wrong?" Concern immediately washed over him. "My- My water broke." He was slightly relieved when he made sure she was okay. "Okay...Okay that's good." He could see her smiling. "I guess yeah."
"Where's Chris?" No one answered. "Ell?" She sighed. "He's still in Boston." Patrick rolled his eyes. "Please don't."
"I didn't say anything!" Patrick scoffed. "Oh please, I know you. I told him to go."
"I wouldn't have went even if you told me."
"Even if Jillian, your wife, told you, you mean." Patrick didn't answer. "It's not the time to fight. You're having a baby." Patrick heard the sound of his bedroom door open. "Pat?" Jillian woke up. "Hey J, Ellen's water broke and she's alone. I'm gonna go get her settled in the hospital okay?" Jillian, still half asleep, nodded. "Sure. Give her my congratulations." He nodded.
Jillian went back inside. "She congratulates you." Ellen rolled her eyes. "Tell her she can-" Patrick spoke over her. "I'll be at your house in ten." He hung up, knowing she was still talking. He shook his head, unable to stop smiling as he drove to her house.
Present day
Patrick woke up to the sound of an ambulance nearby. The fucking irony... He didn't remember a thing from that night. The only thing he remembered before everything went black was Ellen walking out on him.
He's the one that walked out. He reminded himself of his mistakes. Patrick swore to live with them for the rest of his life. He deserved everything he was feeling. Emotions washed over him and he decided to get up and take a long hot shower.
As he tried to stand up, the room around him spun. "You might want to take it easy."
"Jillian, you scared me." His wife was sitting on the expensive leather chair that her dad bought her right next to their bed. "Good," She stood up and kissed the top of his head. "That evens the score." She intertwined their fingers.
They felt weird in his hand. Her skin wasn't half as smooth as Ellen's. And her long nails always bothered him. "I'm sorry about last night. I was," She cut him off. "You were scared. A long chapter of your life just ended. But that just opens new doors, Pat. You'll be just fine." He nodded, wanting this conversation to be over as soon as possible.
"Go take a shower. I have an aspirin and orange juice for you." She pointed at the nightstand. "Thanks, J." She tapped his shoulder before walking out of the bedroom.
Patrick took the aspirin, gulping down some orange juice right after. He then grabbed his phone to check for any missed calls. His heart started to race. Ten missed calls from Ellen, one text message.
He tried not to panic. Maybe the text will explain what's going on. Did she get hurt? Was she in an accident? Is Stella okay? He felt the blood run cold in his system.
Unlocking his phone, he read her text.
"I was drunk. Didn't leave any voicemails. Sorry to bother you."
He read it again.
"I was drunk. Didn't leave any voicemails. Sorry to bother you."
And again. And then he was suddenly reading their old texts.
May 6th, 2013, 10:03 pm
Congratulations!! Here's to season 9! The finale was a hit! Everyone loves Bailey. We would make pretty babies :p
I bet we would, El. I'm proud of you.
I'm proud of us.
May 7th, 2013 11:38am
Good morning, beautiful...
You're annoying, you know that?
What did I do now?
You know Chris is home. Do you want him to read this?? Maybe I should just block you...
You can't live without me :)
Arrogant ass...
She was living without him now. And she's coping by drinking. Drinking so bad she called him ten times. Ellen is the type of person that either drinks one margarita, or drinks the entire tequila bottle. The second one usually starts with a disaster she wants to forget.
Should he call her back? Should he at least text her? He knew she didn't want him to answer. He knew she needed her space. But he couldn't make her feel unwanted and ignored. She deserves to know that he'll always love her, no matter if he chose to stay or not.
You didn't bother me at all. I hope you're feeling better. Please take care...
She'll know.
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No Other Pain
Fanfic"Without any additional word, Ellen walked out of the room, her heart cracking in her chest. His sent was all over her. His image the first thing on her mind. "Ellen!" His voice. She walked away faster, but his voice was still as close as it was sec...
