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I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
What did they do about the paparazzi?! Who ratted them out?! Find out in this chapter!
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Chapter 18- I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
~Pete~
I covered my eyes as the flash from the cameras blinded me. Suddenly, a few reporters came up to me and Patrick, bombarding us with questions.
“Are you planning on getting married?”
“Are you really gay?”
“What is your daughter's name?”
That last comment stopped me and Patrick in our tracks.
“What? What are you talking about?”
The lady replied, “Your babysitter is over there and said that that was your child.”
I pushed through the crowd of people to find Natasha in the center holding Madison. She had her hair made up and was smiling for the camera. I had a feeling that this was no accident.
I grabbed Natasha's arm and pulled her out and into the house.
“What the hell was that about?” I said furiously.
She put on a surprised face. “Well, I was taking care of Madison. And when I went to get the mail, the cameras were all over the place and they just surrounded me. I didn't know what to do!”
I wasn't buying it and neither was Patrick.
He stepped forward and said, “Cut the crap, Natasha, they can't just magically show up like that.”
She batted her eyelashes at us. “Now, why would I just call up the paparazzi like that and have them show up at our house?”
“Because you hate me for staying with Pete and keeping you away from Madison.”
Her face fell. “Okay, so that might be a good reason to do it.”
I was so disgusted at her that I couldn't look at her face.
“You called them, didn't you? You told them that we had a child, and said that they can come over for pictures.”
She grinned. “Yes, and not only did I get pictures taken of my gorgeous self, but I made your lives living hell. A two for one!”
Patrick looked pissed. “Get out of my house. Now.”
She pulled out a nail file and started to file her nails.
“I mean it.”
She continued to file.
Patrick lost it. “Get your fucking shit and get out of my fucking house!”
She finally stopped filing and looked up at Patrick. “No.”
He was livid. “What in the hell do you mean by no?! This is my house!”
She filed her nails again. “If I leave, I'll tell everyone that I'm the mother of this child. Plain and simple.”
I snatched the nail file out of her hand. “You can't do this!”
She chuckled. “The funny thing is,” and she snatched the file back, “I can.”
“Are you like the Devil or something?!”
She smiled in a way that scared me. “Nope, just the daughter of her.”
I thought this would be the first time I ever beat up a girl, but Patrick stopped me.
“You know what, fine. You can stay, if you get the people outside to go away, and you don't tell them that you're the mother. Understood?”
She smiled sickening sweet smile. “Yes, I understand perfectly.”
And she took her beautiful, but deadly body outside to get rid of all the photographers.
I shook my head and put in in my hands.
Patrick put his arm around me.
“I just don't understand. This is not like Natasha at all.”
I lifted my face from my hands and looked into his eyes. They were red, like he was gonna start crying.
I kissed his cheek. “It's okay. It'll be fine. We'll find a way to beat that bitch. I can't believe that Madison is even related to her.”
Patrick smiled a little. “Actually, I see a lot in Madison that reminds me of Natasha. Or at least it used to, anyway. I don't know what happened to her.”
I shook my head. “Man, I don't know, but whatever happened, it needs to stop right now.”
“Yeah, I'm a little afraid of her right now.”
I laughed and pulled him closer as I kissed his lips. We kissed lovingly until Natasha came back into the house.
I looked up. “Are they gone?”
“Yep, told them that Paris Hilton was at that club down the street.”
“Okay, as long as you got rid of them, I don't care what you said.”
She rubbed her stomach. “I'm hungry. Patrick, fix me a sandwich.”
He looked at her like she was crazy. “Why should I make one for you?”
She pulled out her cell phone. “Because those nice photographers are just one call away.”
Patrick grumbled as he went into the kitchen.
I had a feeling that this was gonna be a challenge.
Over the next week or so, she had us doing her laundry, fixing her food, cleaning her room. She even made us take her on a shopping trip where she spent $300 on a purse, and $550 on clothes.
After I finished her dark load of laundry, I walked over to her room to give it to her. I stopped when I heard her cry.
I listened outside the door and looked through a little crack. She had a letter in one hand and a tissue in the other.
This is what I heard:
“Dear Patrick, I am so sorry that I am making your life a living nightmare, but I just can't help myself. I love you so much, and it crushed me when you chose Pete. Did you know that I loved you my whole life? Ever since the first day I met you. You had on an argyle sweater vest and tan shorts. You also had your black socks pulled up to your knees. I thought you were so cute, when all my friends called you a nerd. Every time we spent time together, I wrote it down in my diary, which is what I have next to this letter. The reason why I'm giving it to you is because I-”
She let out a sob. “I won't be here to write in it anymore. When you read this tomorrow, you will be reading it over my dead body. I'm sorry that it had to be this way, but if I can't have you, there is no reason to live.”
She fell on her bed sobbing, clutching the letter.
I ran to Patrick as fast as I could.
“Pete, what's wrong?”
“It's Natasha. She's wanting to kill herself. Tomorrow.”
Immediately, tears fell down his face as his body shook with sobs.
“Patrick, we have to do something!”
He was still sobbing, so he when he tried to answer, all that came out was nonsense that I couldn't understand.
He finally calmed himself down long enough to say, “Why?”
I took a deep breath. “Because she doesn't want to live if she doesn't have me.”
“Oh, God.” And that's all he said before he started sobbing again.
I pulled him into a hug and squeezed him tight. The tears fell on to my shoulder and I rubbed his back with my hand.
“Pete, I am so tired of crying all the time. I just want everything to be right.”
“I know, babe, I know.” I whispered into his ear.
“I just don't understand! Why does she want to kill herself?”
“I don't know either, but I-”
I looked up and saw Natasha standing right behind Patrick.
“Natasha, look, I was going to give you your laundry, but then I overheard you and-”
That's all I said before she ran out the door and got in her car.
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Oh, no! Where is she going?! Honestly, I have no clue. I'm just making this up as I go along! But don't worry, I'll have it figured out tomorrow!
alex -nods- : Well, I'm glad to hear that you are in love with the story, no matter how psycho I am. ^_^ Tell your friends about this story, get them to read it too! I'm always up for more fans! And thank you for still commenting like the faithful fan that you are.
Speaking of commenting, it's great that so many of you are reading my story, but poor alex is the only one commenting! It would make my day and make me do a weird happy dance if you comment! So.....please, comment? :)
~Pete~
I covered my eyes as the flash from the cameras blinded me. Suddenly, a few reporters came up to me and Patrick, bombarding us with questions.
“Are you planning on getting married?”
“Are you really gay?”
“What is your daughter's name?”
That last comment stopped me and Patrick in our tracks.
“What? What are you talking about?”
The lady replied, “Your babysitter is over there and said that that was your child.”
I pushed through the crowd of people to find Natasha in the center holding Madison. She had her hair made up and was smiling for the camera. I had a feeling that this was no accident.
I grabbed Natasha's arm and pulled her out and into the house.
“What the hell was that about?” I said furiously.
She put on a surprised face. “Well, I was taking care of Madison. And when I went to get the mail, the cameras were all over the place and they just surrounded me. I didn't know what to do!”
I wasn't buying it and neither was Patrick.
He stepped forward and said, “Cut the crap, Natasha, they can't just magically show up like that.”
She batted her eyelashes at us. “Now, why would I just call up the paparazzi like that and have them show up at our house?”
“Because you hate me for staying with Pete and keeping you away from Madison.”
Her face fell. “Okay, so that might be a good reason to do it.”
I was so disgusted at her that I couldn't look at her face.
“You called them, didn't you? You told them that we had a child, and said that they can come over for pictures.”
She grinned. “Yes, and not only did I get pictures taken of my gorgeous self, but I made your lives living hell. A two for one!”
Patrick looked pissed. “Get out of my house. Now.”
She pulled out a nail file and started to file her nails.
“I mean it.”
She continued to file.
Patrick lost it. “Get your fucking shit and get out of my fucking house!”
She finally stopped filing and looked up at Patrick. “No.”
He was livid. “What in the hell do you mean by no?! This is my house!”
She filed her nails again. “If I leave, I'll tell everyone that I'm the mother of this child. Plain and simple.”
I snatched the nail file out of her hand. “You can't do this!”
She chuckled. “The funny thing is,” and she snatched the file back, “I can.”
“Are you like the Devil or something?!”
She smiled in a way that scared me. “Nope, just the daughter of her.”
I thought this would be the first time I ever beat up a girl, but Patrick stopped me.
“You know what, fine. You can stay, if you get the people outside to go away, and you don't tell them that you're the mother. Understood?”
She smiled sickening sweet smile. “Yes, I understand perfectly.”
And she took her beautiful, but deadly body outside to get rid of all the photographers.
I shook my head and put in in my hands.
Patrick put his arm around me.
“I just don't understand. This is not like Natasha at all.”
I lifted my face from my hands and looked into his eyes. They were red, like he was gonna start crying.
I kissed his cheek. “It's okay. It'll be fine. We'll find a way to beat that bitch. I can't believe that Madison is even related to her.”
Patrick smiled a little. “Actually, I see a lot in Madison that reminds me of Natasha. Or at least it used to, anyway. I don't know what happened to her.”
I shook my head. “Man, I don't know, but whatever happened, it needs to stop right now.”
“Yeah, I'm a little afraid of her right now.”
I laughed and pulled him closer as I kissed his lips. We kissed lovingly until Natasha came back into the house.
I looked up. “Are they gone?”
“Yep, told them that Paris Hilton was at that club down the street.”
“Okay, as long as you got rid of them, I don't care what you said.”
She rubbed her stomach. “I'm hungry. Patrick, fix me a sandwich.”
He looked at her like she was crazy. “Why should I make one for you?”
She pulled out her cell phone. “Because those nice photographers are just one call away.”
Patrick grumbled as he went into the kitchen.
I had a feeling that this was gonna be a challenge.
Over the next week or so, she had us doing her laundry, fixing her food, cleaning her room. She even made us take her on a shopping trip where she spent $300 on a purse, and $550 on clothes.
After I finished her dark load of laundry, I walked over to her room to give it to her. I stopped when I heard her cry.
I listened outside the door and looked through a little crack. She had a letter in one hand and a tissue in the other.
This is what I heard:
“Dear Patrick, I am so sorry that I am making your life a living nightmare, but I just can't help myself. I love you so much, and it crushed me when you chose Pete. Did you know that I loved you my whole life? Ever since the first day I met you. You had on an argyle sweater vest and tan shorts. You also had your black socks pulled up to your knees. I thought you were so cute, when all my friends called you a nerd. Every time we spent time together, I wrote it down in my diary, which is what I have next to this letter. The reason why I'm giving it to you is because I-”
She let out a sob. “I won't be here to write in it anymore. When you read this tomorrow, you will be reading it over my dead body. I'm sorry that it had to be this way, but if I can't have you, there is no reason to live.”
She fell on her bed sobbing, clutching the letter.
I ran to Patrick as fast as I could.
“Pete, what's wrong?”
“It's Natasha. She's wanting to kill herself. Tomorrow.”
Immediately, tears fell down his face as his body shook with sobs.
“Patrick, we have to do something!”
He was still sobbing, so he when he tried to answer, all that came out was nonsense that I couldn't understand.
He finally calmed himself down long enough to say, “Why?”
I took a deep breath. “Because she doesn't want to live if she doesn't have me.”
“Oh, God.” And that's all he said before he started sobbing again.
I pulled him into a hug and squeezed him tight. The tears fell on to my shoulder and I rubbed his back with my hand.
“Pete, I am so tired of crying all the time. I just want everything to be right.”
“I know, babe, I know.” I whispered into his ear.
“I just don't understand! Why does she want to kill herself?”
“I don't know either, but I-”
I looked up and saw Natasha standing right behind Patrick.
“Natasha, look, I was going to give you your laundry, but then I overheard you and-”
That's all I said before she ran out the door and got in her car.
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Oh, no! Where is she going?! Honestly, I have no clue. I'm just making this up as I go along! But don't worry, I'll have it figured out tomorrow!
alex -nods- : Well, I'm glad to hear that you are in love with the story, no matter how psycho I am. ^_^ Tell your friends about this story, get them to read it too! I'm always up for more fans! And thank you for still commenting like the faithful fan that you are.
Speaking of commenting, it's great that so many of you are reading my story, but poor alex is the only one commenting! It would make my day and make me do a weird happy dance if you comment! So.....please, comment? :)
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