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Part 8 ~ Our Rage Disguised~
2 reviewsUpon hearing of Patrick's engagement, Erica, his close friend, has to come to terms with her own emotions for him, and let them go. Should Erica give up on her feelings for Patrick or confess all, ...
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"I'm coming, I'm coming," screeched Pete as he walked over to his front door. Tired even though it was about one a clock in afternoon. The door was practically splintering and Pete had been stirred from his humble sleep with Ryan. Pete tied up his robe. He opened his house to a very dishevelled and a very irate Erica. Breathing through her nose like a Spanish bull.
"Get me something alcoholic," she screamed walking through the door.
"Oh hey Erica nice to see you too, I'm fine thanks for asking," Pete said as he shut the door to the world.
"I'm sorry Pete," she replied, flunking onto a stool, "I am just a little bit stressed."
"No shit."
"No where's that drink?"
Pete slid her over a coffee. Preferring to keep her sober. Erica enraged and drunk does not equal a good combination.
"What's this?"
"It's coffee."
"Does this "coffee" have any alcohol in it?"
"No."
"Goddamitt Pete!" She buried her head in her arms.
"Erica perhaps this isn't a good time for you to drink."
"It's a bloody good time."
Pete peered at her hidden. He sat opposite where she was sat. "What did she say to you?"
"Hmmm."
"Debbie, I'm guessing she said something."
"Bingo," she clicked her fingers at Pete, "What the hell does Patrick see in her?"
"A tight ass," Pete sighed.
"I thought you were gay."
"I can still tell when an ass is tight, can't I?"
"Good point. Bah on her. BAH!" she began screaming. Clenching her teeth in pure horror. Debbie had wound her up in the worst way imaginable.
"Go on then what did she say?"
"Oh god, it is the most absurd thing ever."
"What?"
"She told me to stay the hell away from Patrick....or her "man.""
Pete started laughing. A lot. Yet when he saw Erica staring at him with evil glares he stopped.
"You're being serious."
"Deadly serious, apparently I have a week to move from my apartment and get out of Patrick's life."
"And you're taking -? "
"Absolutely no notice."
"That's my girl." Pete smiled at her, "What's brought this on anyway" ?
Erica looked up from her folded arms. Staring at Pete with a raised eyebrow. Trying to pass him the hint. Pete looked back completely blank.
"Pete - I - I - told Patrick."
"Told him what?"
"Pete could you be any more thick? I told him the truth."
"About-" Erica was close to hitting him, "OH you told him you loved him."
"Yes" she secluded herself from him.
"Well that's good then, isn't it?"
"No Debbie found out."
"Okay then not so good."
"Exactly, why me?" she wailed. She looked up and pointed at the sky, "No god NO!"
Pete couldn't help but giggle at her. He didn't know what else to say. He heard a slightly awakening groan from his bedroom. Erica beamed knowingly.
"I heard you got together," she stuttered.
"Yep," he grinned in a Cheshire cat manner.
"Yay you" Erica pulled him into a cuddle when her phone began to vibrate. She took it out and noticed that Patrick was calling her. Flipping her cell open she smiled falsely and adopted a tone;
"Patrick Hey, long time no-"
"Erica, look you better come back to yours now."
"What? why?"
"Someone has broken in."
"You're shitting me," Erica stood up from the shock. "I'm on my way."
She slammed her phone down.
"What's wrong?"
"That fucking cow, if she's done anything to my Bjork collection I'll kill her. I got to run Pete, like now, I'll call you and tell you all."
"Ok"
But before Pete could say goodbye his door was flapping open and Erica had disappeared.
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"Oh my god,"
Erica gasped as she walked into her completely trashed apartment. DVD's, paper, even food, flung about. Patrick was walking her through the carnage.
"There doesn't seem to be anything stolen."
Yeah I bet
"OH MY GOD MY VINYL!!!!!!!!"
Erica ran over and quickly flicked through the misplaced records. Thankfully each was in take but they had been handled so roughly. She hugged her precious Bjork one's and put them in order.
"I'll call the police," Patrick said, a little awkwardly.
"No no it's fine, nothings taken."
"What? Erica someone broke in."
"I said it's cool."
The clicking of high heels could be heard from down the hall. To Erica each step increased the wrath that Erica felt. As predicted Debbie came in. Acting and pretending to be in shock.
"Oh my what happened here?"
Bravo Debbie, Erica's mind hands clapped slowly Those acting lessons really paid off, now excuse me while I ring your neck.
"Erica's been broken in to."
"Oh that's terrible."
Erica was glaring at Debbie.
"Yes it is, the little fucker." Erica flashed her eyes at Debbie, "Don't worry Debs, when I find out who did this," her tone full of knowledge and Debbie knew it, "They are going to get what's coming to them."
"I'm sure they will be waiting."
Patrick looked between the girls. There was evidence that they shared something. Erica couldn't help but notice the blissful flames that danced wildly in Debbie's eyes. And Erica couldn't help pray that Patrick saw it soon.
***
Ciao Bella
"Get me something alcoholic," she screamed walking through the door.
"Oh hey Erica nice to see you too, I'm fine thanks for asking," Pete said as he shut the door to the world.
"I'm sorry Pete," she replied, flunking onto a stool, "I am just a little bit stressed."
"No shit."
"No where's that drink?"
Pete slid her over a coffee. Preferring to keep her sober. Erica enraged and drunk does not equal a good combination.
"What's this?"
"It's coffee."
"Does this "coffee" have any alcohol in it?"
"No."
"Goddamitt Pete!" She buried her head in her arms.
"Erica perhaps this isn't a good time for you to drink."
"It's a bloody good time."
Pete peered at her hidden. He sat opposite where she was sat. "What did she say to you?"
"Hmmm."
"Debbie, I'm guessing she said something."
"Bingo," she clicked her fingers at Pete, "What the hell does Patrick see in her?"
"A tight ass," Pete sighed.
"I thought you were gay."
"I can still tell when an ass is tight, can't I?"
"Good point. Bah on her. BAH!" she began screaming. Clenching her teeth in pure horror. Debbie had wound her up in the worst way imaginable.
"Go on then what did she say?"
"Oh god, it is the most absurd thing ever."
"What?"
"She told me to stay the hell away from Patrick....or her "man.""
Pete started laughing. A lot. Yet when he saw Erica staring at him with evil glares he stopped.
"You're being serious."
"Deadly serious, apparently I have a week to move from my apartment and get out of Patrick's life."
"And you're taking -? "
"Absolutely no notice."
"That's my girl." Pete smiled at her, "What's brought this on anyway" ?
Erica looked up from her folded arms. Staring at Pete with a raised eyebrow. Trying to pass him the hint. Pete looked back completely blank.
"Pete - I - I - told Patrick."
"Told him what?"
"Pete could you be any more thick? I told him the truth."
"About-" Erica was close to hitting him, "OH you told him you loved him."
"Yes" she secluded herself from him.
"Well that's good then, isn't it?"
"No Debbie found out."
"Okay then not so good."
"Exactly, why me?" she wailed. She looked up and pointed at the sky, "No god NO!"
Pete couldn't help but giggle at her. He didn't know what else to say. He heard a slightly awakening groan from his bedroom. Erica beamed knowingly.
"I heard you got together," she stuttered.
"Yep," he grinned in a Cheshire cat manner.
"Yay you" Erica pulled him into a cuddle when her phone began to vibrate. She took it out and noticed that Patrick was calling her. Flipping her cell open she smiled falsely and adopted a tone;
"Patrick Hey, long time no-"
"Erica, look you better come back to yours now."
"What? why?"
"Someone has broken in."
"You're shitting me," Erica stood up from the shock. "I'm on my way."
She slammed her phone down.
"What's wrong?"
"That fucking cow, if she's done anything to my Bjork collection I'll kill her. I got to run Pete, like now, I'll call you and tell you all."
"Ok"
But before Pete could say goodbye his door was flapping open and Erica had disappeared.
~~~~~~~~
"Oh my god,"
Erica gasped as she walked into her completely trashed apartment. DVD's, paper, even food, flung about. Patrick was walking her through the carnage.
"There doesn't seem to be anything stolen."
Yeah I bet
"OH MY GOD MY VINYL!!!!!!!!"
Erica ran over and quickly flicked through the misplaced records. Thankfully each was in take but they had been handled so roughly. She hugged her precious Bjork one's and put them in order.
"I'll call the police," Patrick said, a little awkwardly.
"No no it's fine, nothings taken."
"What? Erica someone broke in."
"I said it's cool."
The clicking of high heels could be heard from down the hall. To Erica each step increased the wrath that Erica felt. As predicted Debbie came in. Acting and pretending to be in shock.
"Oh my what happened here?"
Bravo Debbie, Erica's mind hands clapped slowly Those acting lessons really paid off, now excuse me while I ring your neck.
"Erica's been broken in to."
"Oh that's terrible."
Erica was glaring at Debbie.
"Yes it is, the little fucker." Erica flashed her eyes at Debbie, "Don't worry Debs, when I find out who did this," her tone full of knowledge and Debbie knew it, "They are going to get what's coming to them."
"I'm sure they will be waiting."
Patrick looked between the girls. There was evidence that they shared something. Erica couldn't help but notice the blissful flames that danced wildly in Debbie's eyes. And Erica couldn't help pray that Patrick saw it soon.
***
Ciao Bella
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