They left me here at the counter, begging me
not to show my face upstairs and to calm down
because let’s face it, I’m a concentration of rage
that’s ready to explode and take down everything
with me.
How the hell could she say those things to me?
After I was close to her, after I offered her my
help. Accusing me of having taken advantage of
her! If she only knew that every kiss I gave her my
legs were shaking, my lips, even my heart! I knew
it! Christ, I always knew it! Look what happens if
you lower your guard five minutes.
“Patrick.”
Shit, that’s all that was missing was her. Now
everybody’s here, all accounted for. All the people
who hate Patrick?
Check.
I turn without really looking at her and jut out
my chin, which means, ‘I hear you’.
“Are they still up there?”
“Of course. They’re trying to figure out a way
to get rid of me.”
Rain takes a few deep breaths before sitting on a
stool in front of me.
“Patrick Doyle, I love you, you know. You’re
like a brother to me, but let me tell you something.
You’re a boy who hasn’t ever fully grown up, you
are irresponsible and counterproductive. You’re a
disaster in every way. You’re arrogant and have a
devil-may-care philosophy about a lot of things
