I woke up again. This time I wasn't in a hospital bed, I was on the floor of my old home. I sat up quickly feeling like I was going to cry my eyes out. It was a dream. It was a fucking dream. Pete wasn't here, and I wasn't at the hospital. It was all a dream. I stood up and ran out into the living room. He was still asleep on the floor. I looked up at the house phone and grabbed it. I dialed Petes number.
"Hello!? Patrick!?"
"I can't talk loud" I whispered "He's asleep"
"Where are you!?"
"My old apartment, I'm scared" I said quietly "I don't know what to do I-" The phone was slammed out of my hand.
"Bitch!" Ethan yelled. I turned around and punched him in the face as hard as I could. He yelled out in pain so I did it again. I grabbed the phone and put it to my ear.
"Pete?"
"What's going on!?"
"I love you" I said. I threw the phone and punched Ethan again. I rammed him against the wall. "I hate you!" I yelled. I punched again. "I hate you!" He sobbed in pain. And so did I. I cried harder "I hate everything you did to me!" One more punch had him on the ground. I kicked him hard in the ribs. I slammed my foot down on his stomach. He spit up blood. I kept punching until someone was pulling me off. I sobbed agin "I hate you" I said.
"Patrick" Pete said "Patrick stop he's down" I stood up straighter. I hugged Pete tightly. "Oh god" He hugged back and pressed his face against the top of my head "Patrick you're safe" he said. His voice broke a little "You're alive" He cried. Oh great, now we're both crying "I love you so much"
"I love you" I said "What took you so damn long"
"We had to wait until we were certain you were in danger. Thats what the police said at least. I think it's bullshit"
"I wanna go home" I said. He nodded.
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"I had a dream about you" I said. He looked up from the book he was reading. I sat down on our couch next to him. "I was in the hospital, and you were holding me and telling me I was strong"
"Really?" he asked.
"Yeah" I laid my head on his shoulder.
"What now?" he asked "Move back home?" I stared at the wall in thought. Was that such a good idea?
