When Bad Girls Fall In Love

Chapter 17 --- Truth

"Home-wrecker!"

A man on his tux quickly made his way between the commotion, he pulled the woman away from me who was ,by the looks of it, about to kill me with her looks

"Lanie, What's going---" His voice died out softly the moment his eyes darted on my direction. He froze with disbelief as if he can't seem to fathom why I was even right in front of them. Maybe Jose didn't really expect me to show up after all this time

Patrick didn't hesitate to remove his coat and wrapped it around my shoulders.

"Mom? Dad? What's all these?"

Jose uttered next to her ear "Lanie, You're making a scene."

The woman immediately struggled from Jose's grip and drew a harsh breath

"I'm making a scene? After all these years, Jose.. That's all you could think of?"
She turned her attention to Patrick before settling her eyes on me "Why don't you ask that whore then? For sure she would gladly explain how she almost crumpled down our family!"

"Excuse me" I said running away from the stares and everyone else in the hall. I couldn't bare the thought of it. After all these years, I was still unprepared to face my nightmare

I sat nearby the fountain for a moment, My hands and legs trembling as if I were having my own personal earthquake.

Then I broke down, crying in great, jagged gasps, my composure gone. I was torn between pride in my ability to face the guy; stark, naked terror of the confrontation and what he could have done to me, and a kind of detached disbelief that my life had change so radically tonight

I didn't even have an idea of what to say, but I couldn't think straight with thoughts of him intruding every few minutes.

"Meg?"

Don't turn around, I told myself, taking a deep breath. If you turn around you will claw out his eyes. I recognized Patrick's voice, although I couldn't fathom why he was here or how he'd known where I would be.

Of course He's here.. He's going to squeeze every little bits of information from you, I thought, rising slowly.

"Are you alright?" He asked, frowning deeper.

"I, I don't know." I said quietly.

Why did the Patrick have to be so good-looking? Oh, I supposed he could have been homely as could be and still they wouldn't lose his appeal.

It was something in his eyes, in the way he smiled; that was the attraction. Even Patricks's smile, which was hesitant and unsure. I was a little surprised to see that his hair was loosely dishiveled. I can see that, I thought, urging a bitter smile.