Patricia
Bryce was smiling at me, as if he had won the jackpot. I was still holding on to the scene he created at my house, so I wondered what encouraged him to even look at my face once again.
“What do you want?”
“I just noticed that your car wasn’t working,” he said, jerking his head towards my car. “I thought I could help. Give you a ride home, perhaps.”
“So what?” I threw at him. “You can have something else to use against me? Against my marriage?”
“Patricia I only want to help.”
“And that’s what I don’t need.” I glanced towards my car, sighing once again. “I’ll be fine on my own.”
I locked the car and walked past him, heading towards the stairs that led outside the underground parking lot.
“Don’t be like this-”
“Oh, before I forget.” I stopped and turned to him, deciding to let my frustration out. “I'm not carrying your child. Seems you were very eager to become a father.”
“Patricia, I didn’t mean an
PatriciaNo one uttered a word the entire journey back home. Not him, not me, but I didn’t miss how tight his grip was on the wheel. I didn’t know what to think of the situation. He said he was giving us a chance to fix everything, but nothing about his actions showed he was ready to do that.I tore my gaze from him and looked outside, thinking about the conversation I had with Bryce. I hoped I hadn’t been to mean and pretentious. After all, we made this mistake together. I loved him so much as a friend. It was really sad things had become like this.Nothing changed when we got home. He didn’t even look at me as got out of the car and walked into the house. I sighed and got down as well, hurrying in after him.He was at the stairs when I got to the living room.“Ethan,” I called, making him stop. He stayed like that for a while before he turned to me.“What?”“Is there som
EthanI dropped the towel when I realised I was over aggressively drying my hair with it. The things tunning through my mind were so many and had taken all my attention so that I couldn’t concentrate on anything else.I thought sleeping would make the tormenting thoughts go away, but here was I the next day, going crazy over the same thoughts again.Yesterday’s conversation with Patricia, if I could even call it that, was awful. I couldn’t believe our marriage had come to a place like this. I couldn’t believe I had the conscience to speak to her like that. I tried to convince myself that she deserved everything that was happening, but I couldn’t defend myself that way. I couldn’t justify my actions. How was I even going to look at her today?I tightened the towel around my waist and left the bathroom for my closet. I wore my trousers and went back into the bedroom while I put on the shirt.Surprisingly,
EthanShe kept bouncing her legs throughout the ride, perhaps unconsciously, but I couldn’t take my mind off it. I couldn’t say anything about it either, because I wasn’t sure if I wanted to talk to her or not. Neither of us had said a word to each other. Her fists were tight around her bag as she looked out the window. She was definitely still pissed.Did I care?That was the issue. I cared a whole damn lot, but I didn’t say anything and soon, I stopped at the parking lot of her workplace. She mumbled something that sounded like thanks and then quickly got out.My conscience slapped me as I watched her walk away from the car.Good heavens.I got down from the car instantly and rushed after her. “Patricia.”Thankfully she stopped and turned around walking slowly to meet me.I halted when I was just about two feet away from her. “I’m sorry.”She blinked, obvio
Ethan“So how are things?” he asked as we walked past the cafeteria.“Very difficult. I miss my daughter so much, now that I feel like I could lose her. She’s with her grandparents now,” I informed him.“Why though?”“They don’t want her to notice…what’s going on.”“Oh, makes sense. And the Mrs?”I couldn’t hold back my smile when he called her that. “Patricia? I actually don’t know how she is. Things got like this, and it has made me realise how distant we’ve become, so much that I feel like I don’t know her like I used to.”“But you're giving her a chance?”I glanced at him. “I don’t know what I'm doing.”He stopped in front of my door. “You should know. But it’s your marriage after all. The decisions are all yours to make. I can help you with your t
EthanShe didn’t have it easy like most kids.Her biological parents were both nutjobs. They maltreated her in ways no sane person could even think of, especially to a five-year-old child. People who blamed their daughter for all their misfortunes and punished her with multiple chores and at times beatings, for the mistakes they made didn’t deserve to be called parents.You would think the death of her mother, though by suicide, would bring peace or at least lighten her burden, but it only increased her nightmares a hundredfold. Yeah, she was blamed for her mother’s passing too.Her father turned into an even more violent drunk. Throwing beer bottles at his daughter and twisting her arm whenever he wished became a habit.Her breakthrough came one day, when the bottle broke on her back, leaving a relatively small comma-shaped scar at the small of her back, which remains to this day. She tried running out of her house only
Ethan“No,” Patricia’s voice was shaky and uncertain. “I don’t know,” she finally added.I leaned forward. “I shouldn’t. Just talk to me like you normally would.”She furrowed her brows. “I hurt you Ethan, I’m sure you’d want to give me some boundaries...”“Forget it,” I snapped. “I suggested we work things out. So I should be able to deal with it, right?”Amusement and a hint of disbelief flickered in her eyes. “You don’t even want to know why it happened...?”I shook my head no, even though it was the direct opposite of what I wanted, but it had to be done. I couldn’t stay in this marriage if I was going to hold on to what she did. I was going to try everything including pretending to forget, then maybe I actually would.“Okay,” she breathed out, a confused smile forming on her face. I co
Ethan“Patricia?” I called out again.Her head snapped to me, eyes widening as if she had just realised I was holding the door out for her. She switched the gift bag to her left hand so she could take my hand as I helped her out of the car.“I wonder how you don’t tire of overthinking,” I mumbled to her as I locked the car. I didn’t let go of her hand as we entered the house. My dad had kept the gate unlocked since he was expecting visitors.“I can’t help it.”I found myself rubbing my thumb over her hand in a way to calm her down. I felt her shiver immediately, but I didn’t let go. I don’t know what came over me at that moment, and I honestly didn’t want to know why I wanted to comfort her. I’d rather not be doing any thinking today.I opened the door leading inside the house and that’s where I felt her trying to slip her hand out of mine. I stopped
Patricia I tossed and turned on the bed, covering my entire body with the sheets to shield my eyes from the hostile rays of sun that seeped through the windows. Even with the one-month leave I had taken from work, I was still stressed with the weight of my conscience. Realising there was no way I was going back to sleep, I threw the sheets back and sat against the headboard. Ethan was obviously gone, since there was no trace of him in the room, and it was well past eight o’clock. So, I was the only one at home. After taking my bath, I went down the kitchen to prepare some tea for my breakfast, as I wasn’t feeling for anything solid. With there being nothing else to do, I decided to do a thorough clean-up in the kitchen, not because it needed rearrangement, but because I wanted to keep my mind off certain thoughts. That worked for only a while, because once I was done and seated in the living room, my mind began its daily torture. The television was on but I couldn’t register a
Ethan“Patricia?” I called out again.Her head snapped to me, eyes widening as if she had just realised I was holding the door out for her. She switched the gift bag to her left hand so she could take my hand as I helped her out of the car.“I wonder how you don’t tire of overthinking,” I mumbled to her as I locked the car. I didn’t let go of her hand as we entered the house. My dad had kept the gate unlocked since he was expecting visitors.“I can’t help it.”I found myself rubbing my thumb over her hand in a way to calm her down. I felt her shiver immediately, but I didn’t let go. I don’t know what came over me at that moment, and I honestly didn’t want to know why I wanted to comfort her. I’d rather not be doing any thinking today.I opened the door leading inside the house and that’s where I felt her trying to slip her hand out of mine. I stopped
Ethan“No,” Patricia’s voice was shaky and uncertain. “I don’t know,” she finally added.I leaned forward. “I shouldn’t. Just talk to me like you normally would.”She furrowed her brows. “I hurt you Ethan, I’m sure you’d want to give me some boundaries...”“Forget it,” I snapped. “I suggested we work things out. So I should be able to deal with it, right?”Amusement and a hint of disbelief flickered in her eyes. “You don’t even want to know why it happened...?”I shook my head no, even though it was the direct opposite of what I wanted, but it had to be done. I couldn’t stay in this marriage if I was going to hold on to what she did. I was going to try everything including pretending to forget, then maybe I actually would.“Okay,” she breathed out, a confused smile forming on her face. I co
EthanShe didn’t have it easy like most kids.Her biological parents were both nutjobs. They maltreated her in ways no sane person could even think of, especially to a five-year-old child. People who blamed their daughter for all their misfortunes and punished her with multiple chores and at times beatings, for the mistakes they made didn’t deserve to be called parents.You would think the death of her mother, though by suicide, would bring peace or at least lighten her burden, but it only increased her nightmares a hundredfold. Yeah, she was blamed for her mother’s passing too.Her father turned into an even more violent drunk. Throwing beer bottles at his daughter and twisting her arm whenever he wished became a habit.Her breakthrough came one day, when the bottle broke on her back, leaving a relatively small comma-shaped scar at the small of her back, which remains to this day. She tried running out of her house only
Ethan“So how are things?” he asked as we walked past the cafeteria.“Very difficult. I miss my daughter so much, now that I feel like I could lose her. She’s with her grandparents now,” I informed him.“Why though?”“They don’t want her to notice…what’s going on.”“Oh, makes sense. And the Mrs?”I couldn’t hold back my smile when he called her that. “Patricia? I actually don’t know how she is. Things got like this, and it has made me realise how distant we’ve become, so much that I feel like I don’t know her like I used to.”“But you're giving her a chance?”I glanced at him. “I don’t know what I'm doing.”He stopped in front of my door. “You should know. But it’s your marriage after all. The decisions are all yours to make. I can help you with your t
EthanShe kept bouncing her legs throughout the ride, perhaps unconsciously, but I couldn’t take my mind off it. I couldn’t say anything about it either, because I wasn’t sure if I wanted to talk to her or not. Neither of us had said a word to each other. Her fists were tight around her bag as she looked out the window. She was definitely still pissed.Did I care?That was the issue. I cared a whole damn lot, but I didn’t say anything and soon, I stopped at the parking lot of her workplace. She mumbled something that sounded like thanks and then quickly got out.My conscience slapped me as I watched her walk away from the car.Good heavens.I got down from the car instantly and rushed after her. “Patricia.”Thankfully she stopped and turned around walking slowly to meet me.I halted when I was just about two feet away from her. “I’m sorry.”She blinked, obvio
EthanI dropped the towel when I realised I was over aggressively drying my hair with it. The things tunning through my mind were so many and had taken all my attention so that I couldn’t concentrate on anything else.I thought sleeping would make the tormenting thoughts go away, but here was I the next day, going crazy over the same thoughts again.Yesterday’s conversation with Patricia, if I could even call it that, was awful. I couldn’t believe our marriage had come to a place like this. I couldn’t believe I had the conscience to speak to her like that. I tried to convince myself that she deserved everything that was happening, but I couldn’t defend myself that way. I couldn’t justify my actions. How was I even going to look at her today?I tightened the towel around my waist and left the bathroom for my closet. I wore my trousers and went back into the bedroom while I put on the shirt.Surprisingly,
PatriciaNo one uttered a word the entire journey back home. Not him, not me, but I didn’t miss how tight his grip was on the wheel. I didn’t know what to think of the situation. He said he was giving us a chance to fix everything, but nothing about his actions showed he was ready to do that.I tore my gaze from him and looked outside, thinking about the conversation I had with Bryce. I hoped I hadn’t been to mean and pretentious. After all, we made this mistake together. I loved him so much as a friend. It was really sad things had become like this.Nothing changed when we got home. He didn’t even look at me as got out of the car and walked into the house. I sighed and got down as well, hurrying in after him.He was at the stairs when I got to the living room.“Ethan,” I called, making him stop. He stayed like that for a while before he turned to me.“What?”“Is there som
PatriciaBryce was smiling at me, as if he had won the jackpot. I was still holding on to the scene he created at my house, so I wondered what encouraged him to even look at my face once again.“What do you want?”“I just noticed that your car wasn’t working,” he said, jerking his head towards my car. “I thought I could help. Give you a ride home, perhaps.”“So what?” I threw at him. “You can have something else to use against me? Against my marriage?”“Patricia I only want to help.”“And that’s what I don’t need.” I glanced towards my car, sighing once again. “I’ll be fine on my own.”I locked the car and walked past him, heading towards the stairs that led outside the underground parking lot.“Don’t be like this-”“Oh, before I forget.” I stopped and turned to him, deciding to let my frustration out. “I'm not carrying your child. Seems you were very eager to become a father.”“Patricia, I didn’t mean an
EthanValeria invited herself in and then shut the door behind her.“I’m not disturbing anything am I?” she asked, sitting down where Daniel was only a few seconds ago.I simply shook my head. “Is there anything I can help you with.”She shook her head. “Let’s forget about that for now. Something seems to be bothering you. We can talk about it. You don’t always have to be the one helping.”I frowned at her. “Excuse me?”She leaned forward and reached her arms over the table, enclosing my hand in hers. “I can tell you're having issues with your best friend. That’s what’s gotten you so worked up these days, isn’t it? Or is there something else? Whatever it is, we can talk about it. You’ve shown me a lot of kindness, so its only right that I reciprocate.”My heart started racing as I looked at her hands on mine. It was as if my