Patrick pov
Its been about six weeks since I left and moved back to Chicago. I feel more relaxed and very happy to be back in my city. I still stay in contact with Joe and Andy since I left. I told them where I was and gave them my new phone number if they promised never to tell Pete.
Also I found out Brendon is living in Chicago and we've been keeping each other company since my breakup with Pete in his with Dallon. I always thought they would be together and eventually get married, but then again I also said that about me and Pete.
During these past few days I've been feeling sick I think it's because I wasn't eating properly. I got out of bed and began to feel nauseous again. I quickly went to the bathroom and threw up again, what is happening to me maybe I should go a doctor like Brendon suggested.
I went to my bedroom grabbed my phone and dialed my doctors number luckily he said he can set up an appointment by tomorrow afternoon just to make sure everything's in order.
I hope it's nothing too serious.
Pete pov
I pulled myself off the guy and sat on the side of the bed taking a sip of my beer.
"Pete do you want to go again?" he asked.
I looked back at him shaking my head, I got dressed and left.
It was dark and I could hardly even walk or see straight but I still kept drinking the beer in my hand.
"Hey you!"
I turned around feeling something hit me knocking me to the ground.
"Don't you ever dare sleep with my man again!" A man yelled.
"Well I wouldn't have to if you did your job right" I laughed.
He pulled me by the collar of my shirt jamming his knee into my stomach causing me to fall again, he started walking away, then I stood up running towards him slamming my beer bottle into his head. He fell to the ground, came back at me by slamming me to the floor punching me over and over again I didn't feel pain I just laughed through it like it was a joke.
Then everything went black.
(N/A This chapter really sucks I hope the next one I write is better)
