No Other Pain

Chapter 11: Broken Hearted

Ellen woke up to the sound of a buzzing phone. Opening her eyes slowly, she realized her and Patrick fell asleep. She stretched her neck and grabbed her phone, Patrick still sound asleep.

He's definitely not a light sleeper. "Hello?" Her morning voice came out really strong from staying up most of the night laughing with Patrick. She cleared her throat. "Hey babe," It's Chris. Ellen wiped her eyes. "Oh, hi. I didn't realize it was you."

"Did I wake you?" Ellen could hear something made of glass hit the counter where he was standing. "Yeah, but it's okay I have an alarm for seven thirty anyways."

"Hey, by the way, I called to ask you this..." Ellen's breathe stopped. "Why didn't you tell me you and the Dempsey guy are hanging out again? This dude is fun!" Ellen's eyes widened and she fought the urge to laugh. "H-How did you know?" He took a second to answer, swallowing something. "Your pictures are all over the internet."

Ellen shook Patrick heavily and he woke up in shock, looking at her. "You said me and Patrick's pictures are on getty images?" She locked eyes with Patrick's and watched them widening in horror, just like hers did seconds ago. He grabbed his phone immediately.

"Yeah, look babe I have to go. I'll call you later? You'll explain to me then." She nodded, even though he can't really see her. "Sure babe." Patrick looked at her, shaking his head at the word she just said. Ellen bit her lower lip and pointed at his phone to keep looking. "I love you, Christopher. Can't wait until you're back." Patrick seemed like he was gonna throw up, and she would be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying this.

"I love you too, babe." Chris answered her. "Bye," She whispered, hanging up. "Don't you remember what happened the last time that asshole called you?" Ellen leaned down, and pecked his lips. Patrick closed his eyes, savoring her taste. "This asshole, is my husband." Patrick looked at her, smirking. He didn't say a word but he didn't have to for Ellen to understand what he meant.

"Show me the pictures," She scooted more towards him. "It's just us walking down the street." Ellen took a look at the pictures. "Walking awfully close to each other." He looked at her, smiling. "He didn't seem to mind." Patrick hovered over Ellen, and kissed her cheek. "Paddy,"

"Don't say that." He laughed. "Why not?" Her arms wrapped around his torso. Patrick didn't answer, instead, he kissed her lips deeply, and she tangled her fingers in his hair.

The kisses went from her tasty lips down to the skin of her neck. The room felt smaller, but their bubble was getting bigger. They were floating. And then, pop! His phone rang. Patrick sighed childishly, surrendering in Ellen's arms. She laughed. "I swear to God if someone calls one of our damn phones one more time." Ellen grabbed his phone and gave it to him.

"C'mon Paddy, you have to leave anyways." He sighed again, and took his phone. "Yes." He picked up the phone and Ellen snorted. "I'm coming Patricia." He hung up ass soon as he picked up, and turned to kiss Ellen again but she was already up on her feet. "Go go go. I'll see you tonight."

He stood up and put his pants. Ellen opened her closet and picked out the outfit she was gonna wear to go pick up Stella then drop her off at school again.

She felt like she wanted to look pretty, so she chose a pair of high waisted skinny jeans, her white Nike's, a pastel pink tank top and a fake fur white jacket. She sat them down on the bed and turned to kiss Patrick goodbye.

He left, and she didn't feel sad that he did, she was excited; because she knew he was coming back. Instead, she went and took a cold shower, washing off her skin and hair. Then she applied her creams and moisturizer, adding a little bit of natural makeup that made her skin glow even more.