Miss Missing You (a Patrick Stump fanfiction) (edited)

Chapter eight

Monday came along and my phone had been buzzing all morning. I was avoiding looking at it, trying to focus on my last few minutes of sleep before my alarm went off, but there was no chance I was sleeping now. I finally gave up on ignoring it and read the texts on my phone.

Jamie: How ya feeling? Haven't seen you and Willy in awhile! Come over!

Will: We need to talk. Stop pretending to be sick and come to rehearsal why don't you. I'm not losing nationals because of you.

Patrick: Still on for tomorrow? By the way, Tori I'm sorry I kissed you yesterday. You've made it clear that that's a bad idea. Sorry. Won't happen again. Let's forget it happened.

Sally Wortham: I'm sorry baby. I won't make it to Chicago. Something came up. Love you!

I sighed. My mom was, once again, missing my birthday. Will still hated me. Jamie was oblivious. And Patrick....i didn't even know what to do about Patrick. Although I didn't want to admit it, I had wanted more from him yesterday. But he'd left, and I still wanted him to come back.

I replied to the easiest text first.

Me: hey Jamie! I'm feeling better, thanks for asking. I'm busy all week though. Maybe we'll get a shift together or something!

Jamie and I worked together at the restaurant. I was a waitress and she was a hostess. She actually got me the job a few years ago, so now we were both miserable together.

Then I replied to my mother.

Me: that's fine. Talk to you soon.

Then I replied to Will.

Me: I don't appreciate you being so rude. I'll come to rehearsal when Tom deems me healthy enough.

That was why I hadn't gone back anyway. Tom wouldn't let me dance until he was sure I was healthy. He wanted a doctors note, but I wasn't going to go to the doctor until I thought he would actually clear me.

Finally I replied to Patrick.

Me: yep still on. See you tomorrow.

It hurt too bad to talk about the kiss when I wanted more.

After the last message sent I got to my feet and walked to take a shower. That's when I furious knock was heard at my door.

I walked to the door and opened it. Will stood on the other side. Before I could say a word, he slapped me across my face.

I gasped, stumbling back. "You bitch!" Will screamed.

"I'm a bitch!? You hit me!" I yelled. I couldn't believe what was happening. My cheek stung, my heart pounded with adrenaline, and I was hurt by Will's sudden betrayal.

He grabbed my shoulder and shoved me away. I was slammed into the counter, and I felt the marble press into my behind, where my phone was. I didn't dare pull it out.

I screamed.

Patricks POV

My phone rang, and I glanced at it to see Tori was calling me. My heart fluttered. I was so worried she wouldn't want to talk to me again after yesterday. She texted me earlier, but the idea of getting to hear her voice made me extra happy.

"Hello?" I said when I picked up.

Nothing.

"Char?" I asked. Did she pocket dial me?

I heard a scream.

"Will stop it! You're hurting me!"

"That's the point, whore!" came his familiar British voice.