Ch. 2 - Sick

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Patton's p.o.v.
tw: mental abuse, toxic relationship (poor bean...)

I wake up this morning and look around my dorm. I look over at the clock and it's only 8:20. Usually I wouldn't be up until 9:00 but my roommate was being louder than usual this morning. He turned to me and his eyes widened a bit when he realized I was awake.

"Mornin, Pat. Sorry if I'm being annoying, I'm just running late."

I sat up in bed to face my gloomy roommate and smiled. "No worries, Virge. If you're running late, you'd better hurry!" I said, getting out of bed and stretching.

"Yeah, I guess. Thanks Pat." He put up his black hood and ran out the door, slamming it behind him. I jumped, and tried to fall back asleep. After about five minutes of failed attempts, I sighed and got up out of bed. I took a quick minute to stretch and mentally prepare myself for today. I made my bed and tidied up my side of the dorm. I opened our small mini fridge and took out a hot pocket. I stuck it in the microwave for a few minutes and began getting dressed.

Looking through my closet, my eyes scanned the various light blue shirts. On the right side are a bunch of purple and black clothes, but I focus on mine. Knowing I'll have to see Dan today, I decide to wear something I know he likes. I grab a light blue button down with pastel yellow flowers scattered all over it. I quickly grab one of my many pairs of khakis. I throw off my pj's and slip my khakis on. I put my shirt on halfway as the microwave beeps.

Running to the microwave, I turn it off and open the door. Grabbing the hot pocket, I put it neatly down on the table. As I button my shirt, I hear my phone vibrate from my night stand. I run over to get it and see a bunch of missed messages from Dan.

Five missed notifications:

(8:05) Dan 💛:
         Hey, babe. I'm not feeling well today. Come over and make me feel better?

(8:10) Dan 💛:
          Patton, bby. You up? I need youuu!

(8:15) Dan 💛:
          Patton u know how I feel abt u ignoring me. Answer the phone. 

(8:20) Dan 💛:
         Are you so fucking selfish that u cant answer my texts?

(8:25) Dan 💛:
          Fine just leave me alone to fend for myself. U act so nice all the time, when in reality ur just a selfish ass who treats me like shit. I give up. 

My heart began to race, and not in a good way. He was sick, and I was stupid enough not to check my phone when I got up.

I mean, he does know I'm never up this early...

I scolded myself. He was sick and here I am trying to make up excuses for myself. He's right, I really am selfish. I quickly threw away my hot pocket, knowing I wouldn't have time tor eat  it. I throw on my white sneakers and grab my keys off the table. I dash out the door and down the stairs to my car and quickly turn the keys into the ignition. I back out of my parking spot and drive down the road. I try to watch my speed, but I end up going a little faster than normal. 

Even though Dan's house wasn't that far from my dorm, the later I get there, the more upset he'll be with me. He was already upset with me because I had to study for a big test a few nights ago. I didn't want to make it worse. He's always scary when I make it worse. I mean, he has the right to be scary. I shouldn't be so clumsy and careless when I do things. 

After only a few minutes of driving, I pulled into his driveway. I threw open my car door, yanking out the keys as I ran up to Dan's door. Already shaking, I fumble with the keys to find the right one to unlock the door. Finally finding the right one, I turned the handle and opened the door, looking around. The kitchen was crystal clean as always. I walked through it to see a curled up figure on the couch. A familiar mop of platinum blonde hair was the only thing not covered by a large blanket. 

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