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"What were you thinking?" Patrick asked me softly. He was just so confused why I slept with Pete when I knew he was with someone else.
"I wasn't, obviously," I replied sarcastically. What did he expect from me?
"Jesus," he cursed under his breath and ran his hands through his hair. "This is going to get really messy, Mandy."
"I know. Pete said he was going to tell Meagan tomorrow."
"He should. He can't hide another child from her. Unfortunately that means he can't hide it from the press either." Patrick seemed to be contemplating something.
"What?"
"I'm just nervous that someone is going to tell the wrong person and that it'll get out. Pete's personal life is already so public, I just know paparazzi would never leave you alone. They can be brutal." He sat back, folding his arms over his chest and thinking. I began to think about what could happen. How would I be able to deal with being chased by paparazzi? Especially once I'm all big and pregnant? I can only imagine what the tabloids will say about me. Home-wrecker! Slut! They'll probably complain that I'm either too fat or too skinny for a pregnant chick.
"Why can't I ever just be happy?" I asked Patrick solemnly, tears building up in my eyes.
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"Where the fuck is she?" I heard Meagan scream. I am going to guess Pete told her. He sure didn't waste any time. It was early afternoon the next day.
"Meagan, you can't just barge into my house," Patrick scolded, standing between her and I once she entered the living room.
"Fuck you Patrick. And FUCK YOU!" She screamed at me.
"Meagan, what we did is so unfair to you and I'm sorry for that." I honestly was. I can't even imagine the pain I would feel were I in her place.
"Oh, fucking spare me the bullshit lines! You had your chance with him and you gave him up! You have no right to come and take what's mine!" Meagan was yelling, trying to get around Patrick to get at me. Pete came bounding into the living room.
"Meagan! Stop!" He yelled and came over, pulling her back from Patrick.
"Don't touch me!" She yelled and yanked her arm out of Pete's grip. "How could you fuck that?" She asked Pete derogatorily. It took all my strength not to jump over Patrick to kick her ass.
"Meagan, just stop. Take it out on me, not her. I'm the one at fault here." Pete pleaded. He was trying to protect me, which was sweet.
"Get the fuck out of my house, Meagan," Patrick said with hostility. Meagan spit in Patrick's face and I lost it. I lunged at her, but Pete caught me and pushed me towards the kitchen.
"Get her out of here before I beat her ass," I said to Pete and he nodded before ushering Meagan out.
"Well, I guess it's already getting messy," Patrick stated sarcastically while he wiped his face off with a damp towel.
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"I really wanted to be there," Pete said to me through the phone.
"It's fine. I understand. You're in Chicago for a show. It's fine. I don't expect you to come to any of my appointments." I walked through the halls of my doctor's office. I was having my monthly checkup. 14 weeks. I was rather shocked that everything had been rather calm since that day at Patrick's.
"I know, but I want to be there," Pete said. I couldn't help but smile. He was so into my pregnancy, which made me happy. If I couldn't be with him, at least I could do this with him in some form.
"I find out what we're having at the next one in 5 weeks. You should definitely let me know your schedule so I can make sure you're there." I informed Pete and the second I stepped outside the doctor's office I was surrounded by people with cameras, the flashes nearly blinding me.
"Is it true you're a home-wrecker?"
"Do you always sleep with engaged men?"
"Are you sure Pete's the father?"
"Are you talking to Pete?"
I was being hounded by the paparazzi. They found out. It had been a month, we thought we might have been in the clear because no one said anything and Pete and I made it a point to avoid being seen together in public.
"Oh my god, Mandy, just leave. Get in your car and go, say nothing to them," Pete instructed me. I said nothing in response to Pete and I watched the ground as I walked to my car, feeling so uncomfortable. When I got to my car, I had to dig in my purse for a minute to find my keys. When I tried to back out, they almost didn't move. I finally let out the breath I'd been holding once I was pulling out of the parking lot. I put Pete on my car speaker.
"That was so scary," I stated, tearing streaming down my face.
"Mandy, I'm so so sorry. Someone must have finally said something." Pete seemed really angry.
"How long will this last?" I asked him. I don't think I could do this every day.
"I don't know. Probably awhile. A few weeks or so."
"I think I'm going to go stay with Patrick."
"That's a good idea. I don't want you to be alone," Pete stated, sounding concerned. "If things get worse, please tell me."
"I will. Is Patrick with you?" I asked Pete. I wanted to talk to my brother.
"No."
"He still not talking to you?"
"Not really. He's still pretty angry with me." Pete sighed.
"I'm sorry. I feel like it's all my fault," I expressed. I honestly did. If I had just kept my feelings for Pete a secret, I feel like none of this would have happened.
"It's not. If something didn't happen that night, it probably would have soon," Pete admitted to me. "Hey, I gotta go. Sound check."
"Okay, tell Patrick what happened and that I'm going to his place."
"Got it." Pete paused. "I love you, Mandy."
"Pete..." I replied, holding back tears. We'd had this talk a million times. He needed to stop telling me home much he loved me and stop kissing me. My fragile heart couldn't take it.
"I'm sorry," he sighed, sounding depressed. "Bye."
"Bye." I replied and hung up. I pulled up to my place and there were more paparazzi. I took a deep breath, parked and got out, pushing through them and quickly letting myself into my house. How was I going to survive this?
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"What were you thinking?" Patrick asked me softly. He was just so confused why I slept with Pete when I knew he was with someone else.
"I wasn't, obviously," I replied sarcastically. What did he expect from me?
"Jesus," he cursed under his breath and ran his hands through his hair. "This is going to get really messy, Mandy."
"I know. Pete said he was going to tell Meagan tomorrow."
"He should. He can't hide another child from her. Unfortunately that means he can't hide it from the press either." Patrick seemed to be contemplating something.
"What?"
"I'm just nervous that someone is going to tell the wrong person and that it'll get out. Pete's personal life is already so public, I just know paparazzi would never leave you alone. They can be brutal." He sat back, folding his arms over his chest and thinking. I began to think about what could happen. How would I be able to deal with being chased by paparazzi? Especially once I'm all big and pregnant? I can only imagine what the tabloids will say about me. Home-wrecker! Slut! They'll probably complain that I'm either too fat or too skinny for a pregnant chick.
"Why can't I ever just be happy?" I asked Patrick solemnly, tears building up in my eyes.
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"Where the fuck is she?" I heard Meagan scream. I am going to guess Pete told her. He sure didn't waste any time. It was early afternoon the next day.
"Meagan, you can't just barge into my house," Patrick scolded, standing between her and I once she entered the living room.
"Fuck you Patrick. And FUCK YOU!" She screamed at me.
"Meagan, what we did is so unfair to you and I'm sorry for that." I honestly was. I can't even imagine the pain I would feel were I in her place.
"Oh, fucking spare me the bullshit lines! You had your chance with him and you gave him up! You have no right to come and take what's mine!" Meagan was yelling, trying to get around Patrick to get at me. Pete came bounding into the living room.
"Meagan! Stop!" He yelled and came over, pulling her back from Patrick.
"Don't touch me!" She yelled and yanked her arm out of Pete's grip. "How could you fuck that?" She asked Pete derogatorily. It took all my strength not to jump over Patrick to kick her ass.
"Meagan, just stop. Take it out on me, not her. I'm the one at fault here." Pete pleaded. He was trying to protect me, which was sweet.
"Get the fuck out of my house, Meagan," Patrick said with hostility. Meagan spit in Patrick's face and I lost it. I lunged at her, but Pete caught me and pushed me towards the kitchen.
"Get her out of here before I beat her ass," I said to Pete and he nodded before ushering Meagan out.
"Well, I guess it's already getting messy," Patrick stated sarcastically while he wiped his face off with a damp towel.
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"I really wanted to be there," Pete said to me through the phone.
"It's fine. I understand. You're in Chicago for a show. It's fine. I don't expect you to come to any of my appointments." I walked through the halls of my doctor's office. I was having my monthly checkup. 14 weeks. I was rather shocked that everything had been rather calm since that day at Patrick's.
"I know, but I want to be there," Pete said. I couldn't help but smile. He was so into my pregnancy, which made me happy. If I couldn't be with him, at least I could do this with him in some form.
"I find out what we're having at the next one in 5 weeks. You should definitely let me know your schedule so I can make sure you're there." I informed Pete and the second I stepped outside the doctor's office I was surrounded by people with cameras, the flashes nearly blinding me.
"Is it true you're a home-wrecker?"
"Do you always sleep with engaged men?"
"Are you sure Pete's the father?"
"Are you talking to Pete?"
I was being hounded by the paparazzi. They found out. It had been a month, we thought we might have been in the clear because no one said anything and Pete and I made it a point to avoid being seen together in public.
"Oh my god, Mandy, just leave. Get in your car and go, say nothing to them," Pete instructed me. I said nothing in response to Pete and I watched the ground as I walked to my car, feeling so uncomfortable. When I got to my car, I had to dig in my purse for a minute to find my keys. When I tried to back out, they almost didn't move. I finally let out the breath I'd been holding once I was pulling out of the parking lot. I put Pete on my car speaker.
"That was so scary," I stated, tearing streaming down my face.
"Mandy, I'm so so sorry. Someone must have finally said something." Pete seemed really angry.
"How long will this last?" I asked him. I don't think I could do this every day.
"I don't know. Probably awhile. A few weeks or so."
"I think I'm going to go stay with Patrick."
"That's a good idea. I don't want you to be alone," Pete stated, sounding concerned. "If things get worse, please tell me."
"I will. Is Patrick with you?" I asked Pete. I wanted to talk to my brother.
"No."
"He still not talking to you?"
"Not really. He's still pretty angry with me." Pete sighed.
"I'm sorry. I feel like it's all my fault," I expressed. I honestly did. If I had just kept my feelings for Pete a secret, I feel like none of this would have happened.
"It's not. If something didn't happen that night, it probably would have soon," Pete admitted to me. "Hey, I gotta go. Sound check."
"Okay, tell Patrick what happened and that I'm going to his place."
"Got it." Pete paused. "I love you, Mandy."
"Pete..." I replied, holding back tears. We'd had this talk a million times. He needed to stop telling me home much he loved me and stop kissing me. My fragile heart couldn't take it.
"I'm sorry," he sighed, sounding depressed. "Bye."
"Bye." I replied and hung up. I pulled up to my place and there were more paparazzi. I took a deep breath, parked and got out, pushing through them and quickly letting myself into my house. How was I going to survive this?
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