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Chapter 9: Where is your boy?
In two weeks the girls had moved out. Bobbie and Patrick tried to get in contact at least once a day. Sometimes it was hard. Bobbie did get two more letters from Jackson. She wasn’t going to have him bother her. Valentine’s day was here. She got Patrick a gift even though they wouldn’t be together. She was feeling down. She got ice cream and a few chick flicks. There was a knock on the door. “Hi.” “Hello. Are you Bobbie Madison?” “Yes” “These are for you. Happy Valentine’s day!” “Thank you.” There were 2 dozen roses. Twelve red and twelve white. She took the card and read it out loud.
I’m sorry babe we can’t be together. I’m thinking of you. We’ll do something special in April. I love you very much!
Love you,
Trick
Her mood brightened up a bit. She was putting the flowers in a vase when there was another knock on the door. She opened it. She couldn’t believe her eyes. “Patrick!” She ran to him and jumped on him wrapping her legs around him and kissed him. They went into the house. “What are you doing here?” “We have a few days off and I wanted to see you.” “I can’t believe you are here. Where were you playing?” “In New York. So what’s been going on?” “Not much. The girls moved out and I’ve been busy with school.” He took her hands in his. “I’ve missed you so much. You’re all I think about.” “Same here. Why don’t you put your suitcase in the bedroom. I took Lynn’s old room. It was the biggest. Oh, do you like the new furniture?” “Yeah. Did your dad have to replace everything?” “Yes, the landlord wanted his stuff back. I have a queen bed now.” She winked at him.
Patrick went to her bedroom while Bobbie went to the kitchen to clean up a little. “Bobbie, what are these?” He had letters from Jackson. “Uh, just some letters.” “No, they aren’t just some letters. They are from Jackson.” “Yeah, they are. I don’t want to talk about it.” “Bobbie, why didn’t you tell me? Did you go to the cops?” “I didn’t tell you because I knew how you would react. I didn’t go to the cops because they are just letters.” “But he knows you are in Chicago.” “Patrick, just drop it.” “No, you are in danger. Are you wanting him to hurt you again.” “No, he hasn’t said anything to make me think that. I think he’s changed. I’m not writing back.” “Let me see your arms?” “No!” “Bobbie, are you cutting?” “Patrick, leave me along.” She ran to her bedroom.
“Fuck” Patrick said to himself. This wasn’t how their first time together in 3 weeks was suppose to be. He went to her bedroom. “Bobbie, sweetheart.” She was on the bed face down crying. He laid down next to her. He rubbed her back and hair. “Hun, I just don’t want you to get hurt. I worry about you. Jackson is a danger to you. Please go to the police.” “He told me not to and the last letter was a couple of weeks ago.” “Okay, will you promise me that if he tries to contact you again you’ll go to the police? For me?” “I will. I promise you.” “Now tell me, are you cutting again?” “I did when I got the first letter. Afterwards, all I thought of was you. I felt so ashamed. Please forgive me.” “Oh baby, turn around.” She turned and went into his arms. “I love you so much. We’ll get through this. I promise you.” He took her wrist and kissed it. “Oh Patrick, you are too good to me. I’m sorry for yelling at you.” “Stop. All is forgiven. Now, what do you want to do for Valentine’s day?” “Do you want to go to the movies and out to eat? Does that sound alright?” “Yeah. Did you get anything today?” “Oh my god. I forgot to thank you. They are so beautiful. Thank you so much. You stay here.” She ran into one of the other bedrooms and came back with a big box. “Bobbie, you give me too much.” “Just open it.” He opened the box.” “Just what I wanted. Another guitar case.” “Open it silly.” He opened the case. “Holy fuck! How did you know?” It was a Gibson SG Special guitar. “I talked to Pete and he told me that was the guitar you wanted. Do you like the color? I didn’t know what color you liked. I thought you would look good in silver.” “Oh my god, I can’t believe it.” “Look on the back.” He read the inscription on the back.
“Don’t forget how talented you are. You are an awesome singer and your music makes me smile. You mean everything to me. I will always love you, Your girl
‘But there's a light on in Chicago and I know I should be home.’
He was tearing up. “Thank you, baby.” He kissed her. “I also got you something. Nothing like this though.” He got up and went to his suitcase. Here you go. She opened the box. “Oh Patrick. I love it.” It was a message bag with Fall Out Boy printed on it. “I thought you could use it once you graduate. Use it for when you are a teacher. I know you still have a few years to go.” “Thank you so much.” She went into his arms and kissed him. They fell back on the bed. “Mmmm, Bobbie, you taste so good. I’ve missed this.” He kissed her neck and cupped her breast through her shirt. He squeezed her breast gently. “Oh Patrick.” She could feel him getting hard. “Patrick, we better stop if we want to go out.” “Come on baby.” “There will be more time for this.” She walked to her bathroom that adjoined the bedroom.
Bobbie got ready first and then Patrick. He walked to the living room. “Are you ready?” “Yeah, do you want to see the new ‘Spiderman’ movie.” “Sure. Afterwards we can go to Homer’s to ear. How does that sound?” “Great. Let me get my coat.” Patrick drove to the theater. Bobbie still couldn’t believe he was here. They held hands and fed each other popcorn throughout the movie. After the movie they went to Homers for burgers and fries.
When they got back to the house they were already making out before they opened the door. Patrick took off Bobbie’s and his jacket and dropped them to the floor. He kicked the door closed and then locked it. He went back to kissing Bobbie. She took off his hat and grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He put her on top of the kitchen bar. She wrapped her legs around his waist. She rubbed her hands up and down his chest. Her fingernails grazing his nipples. “Shit Bobbie. Do you have any idea what that is doing to me?” “That’s why I’m doing it.” He took off her shirt and reached behind her to unhook her bra. He couldn’t find it. “Patrick, it’s in the front.” “Oh.” He was blushing. He freed her breasts. He grabbed both of them gently and kissed each one and sucking the nipples. Bobbie could feel his erection through his jeans. He unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans. She put her hand in his jeans and boxers. She took him in her hand. She moved her hand up and down. She once again used her fingernails on him there. “Bobbie, that feels so fucking amazing.” He undid her jeans and took them off with her panties. He put two fingers inside of her. She was so wet and ready for him to fill her. “Ready?” “Yes Trick. Please now.” He pulled his jeans and boxers down. He went inside of her with one swift push. “Bobbie, I don’t know if I can hold it much longer.” “Oh god Trick. I’m coming.” “Me too.” He was moving in and out of her so fast. “Patrick!” Bobbie screamed. He laid his forehead on hers. “I guess we both miss this.” “Yeah. Tricky, you are so amazing.”
Patrick step out of his jeans and carried Bobbie to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed and climbed in. “I feel as though I can never get enough of you.” Patrick said. “Same here. I’ve never been like this.” They made love once more. More slowly this time. In the morning Bobbie had an early class. She got ready and picked up their clothes that were spread all over the house. She went to the bedroom. “Patrick, Patrick!” “Uh, yeah?” “I have class now. I won’t be home until 1:00 or so.” “Okay. I’ll probably see my mom and dad.” “Do you need the car?” “No, they can come here or I’ll take a cab. Have fun.” “Yeah, sure.” She laughed. “I love you Trick.” She kissed him. “I love you.”
She went to class. It was one of the longest days. She got home at 1:30. Patrick was in the living room playing his new guitar. “Hey sweetheart. I could get use to this.” “Hi, How was your day?” “Good, but slow.” She went to him and kissed him. “Bobbie, I have some bad news.” “What?” “I have to leave tonight. We got booked for another show for tomorrow.” “Oh. I understand. When do you leave?” “The plane leaves at 7:00. Can you take me to the airport at 5:00?” “Of course. I’ll make you an early supper now and some snacks you can take.” “Thank you. I’m going to start packing some stuff.” Bobbie went to the kitchen and started to boil some spaghetti noodles and made some snack bags for Patrick. They ate supper and then got ready to leave.
Bobbie went with Patrick to the gate. “I’ll call you tomorrow. I don’t know when I’ll get in.” “Okay. Who is picking you up?” “Pete. Hopefully, he’ll be on time.” They laughed. “I love you.” “I love you more.” “Attention! Flight 206 Chicago to Buffalo is now boarding.” “Bobbie, I have to go now. Call if you need anything. And my mom is always there.” “Okay. I’ll be fine. I love you. You stay safe.” “I will. I love you so much.” They kissed like there wouldn’t be a tomorrow. “Go. I’ll be fine.” Bobbie watched as Patrick walked away. He turned around and waved.
~3 hours later in Buffalo~
Patrick walked off the plane. He found Pete right away. “Hey, sorry you had to come back so soon.” “It’s alright.” “But you will be happy to know that in two weeks we get a week break.” “Really? I’m going to go back.” “Knew you would.” “Something isn’t right with her. She seemed a little more depressed. Her ex keeps contacting her. I just want her to be safe.” “I understand. Come on Pattycakes. Let’s get your stuff.”
When Bobbie got home she noticed a packaged on the front step. She took it inside and opened it . It was a stuffed bear with a card.
Sorry for everything. I will make it up to you!
~Jackson
She called the police. “I need to talk to somebody about uh. I’m actually not sure who to talk to.” “Okay, My name is Susanne. Tell me what is going on.” “It’s my ex boyfriend. I had an restraining order on him, but the time has elapse. He’s been sending letters and now a gift. He hasn’t shown any violent tendencies in anything.” She then told her of the past. “I have to be honest, since all he is doing is sending you letters and gifts we can’t do anything. You can get another restraining order though.” “Oh, okay. Well, thanks for your help.” She got off the phone and felt like crap. She knew what a restraining order did. Nothing.
The phone rang her special ring. “Hi Babe.” “Is anything wrong?” Patrick could tell something happened. “Yeah, I got a gift from Jackson. I called the police and there is nothing they can do until he does something.” “Fuck, why not?” “Because all he is doing is sending letters and doing nothing violent.” “Please be careful.” “I will. Anyway, I thought you were going to call tomorrow.” “I was, but I have great news.” “Really?” “Yeah. I’ll be coming back in 2 weeks for a week. I don’t know the exact day.” “Oh, I’m so happy. I can’t wait. I miss you already.” “I miss you too. I have to go. I just wanted to tell you the good news. I love you.” “I love you more.” Bobbie went into her room and checked her email. She had one from Jackson. “Oh god. Why is he doing this.” She deleted it before she even read it. They she went to bed crying.
~Two weeks later~
Every day she got a letter from Jackson. She sent them back to him. She didn’t tell Patrick because she didn’t want him to worry. She didn’t cut, but she wanted to. She missed Patrick so much. She was counting the days even though she wasn’t sure when he would be coming back. She was doing well in her classes considering everything. She sat down when her phone rang. “Hello?” “Hi Bobbie.” “Jackson, please stop.” “What? I love you.” “No, you need to move on.” “Why did you send the letters back?” “I don’t love you. I’m done with you. I love Patrick.” “How long is that going to last? He’ll never love you like I do.” “I know. Because he loves me more than you ever will.” She could tell he was getting mad. “Fuck you. Oh wait, I did and you were no good. Patrick will find out what a whore you are. Believe me, you’ll lose him. He won’t be able to stand the sight of you. You were so easy to fuck. Didn’t take long for you to say yet.” She hung up. The tears were coming. She was shaking so bad. She went into the kitchen. Patrick was no where in her mind. She grabbed a butcher knife and cut one wrist and then the other. She slid to the floor and watched the blood come out. “I’m so sorry, Patrick. You are better off without me. I love you.” She seen Patrick’s face before she passed out.
In two weeks the girls had moved out. Bobbie and Patrick tried to get in contact at least once a day. Sometimes it was hard. Bobbie did get two more letters from Jackson. She wasn’t going to have him bother her. Valentine’s day was here. She got Patrick a gift even though they wouldn’t be together. She was feeling down. She got ice cream and a few chick flicks. There was a knock on the door. “Hi.” “Hello. Are you Bobbie Madison?” “Yes” “These are for you. Happy Valentine’s day!” “Thank you.” There were 2 dozen roses. Twelve red and twelve white. She took the card and read it out loud.
I’m sorry babe we can’t be together. I’m thinking of you. We’ll do something special in April. I love you very much!
Love you,
Trick
Her mood brightened up a bit. She was putting the flowers in a vase when there was another knock on the door. She opened it. She couldn’t believe her eyes. “Patrick!” She ran to him and jumped on him wrapping her legs around him and kissed him. They went into the house. “What are you doing here?” “We have a few days off and I wanted to see you.” “I can’t believe you are here. Where were you playing?” “In New York. So what’s been going on?” “Not much. The girls moved out and I’ve been busy with school.” He took her hands in his. “I’ve missed you so much. You’re all I think about.” “Same here. Why don’t you put your suitcase in the bedroom. I took Lynn’s old room. It was the biggest. Oh, do you like the new furniture?” “Yeah. Did your dad have to replace everything?” “Yes, the landlord wanted his stuff back. I have a queen bed now.” She winked at him.
Patrick went to her bedroom while Bobbie went to the kitchen to clean up a little. “Bobbie, what are these?” He had letters from Jackson. “Uh, just some letters.” “No, they aren’t just some letters. They are from Jackson.” “Yeah, they are. I don’t want to talk about it.” “Bobbie, why didn’t you tell me? Did you go to the cops?” “I didn’t tell you because I knew how you would react. I didn’t go to the cops because they are just letters.” “But he knows you are in Chicago.” “Patrick, just drop it.” “No, you are in danger. Are you wanting him to hurt you again.” “No, he hasn’t said anything to make me think that. I think he’s changed. I’m not writing back.” “Let me see your arms?” “No!” “Bobbie, are you cutting?” “Patrick, leave me along.” She ran to her bedroom.
“Fuck” Patrick said to himself. This wasn’t how their first time together in 3 weeks was suppose to be. He went to her bedroom. “Bobbie, sweetheart.” She was on the bed face down crying. He laid down next to her. He rubbed her back and hair. “Hun, I just don’t want you to get hurt. I worry about you. Jackson is a danger to you. Please go to the police.” “He told me not to and the last letter was a couple of weeks ago.” “Okay, will you promise me that if he tries to contact you again you’ll go to the police? For me?” “I will. I promise you.” “Now tell me, are you cutting again?” “I did when I got the first letter. Afterwards, all I thought of was you. I felt so ashamed. Please forgive me.” “Oh baby, turn around.” She turned and went into his arms. “I love you so much. We’ll get through this. I promise you.” He took her wrist and kissed it. “Oh Patrick, you are too good to me. I’m sorry for yelling at you.” “Stop. All is forgiven. Now, what do you want to do for Valentine’s day?” “Do you want to go to the movies and out to eat? Does that sound alright?” “Yeah. Did you get anything today?” “Oh my god. I forgot to thank you. They are so beautiful. Thank you so much. You stay here.” She ran into one of the other bedrooms and came back with a big box. “Bobbie, you give me too much.” “Just open it.” He opened the box.” “Just what I wanted. Another guitar case.” “Open it silly.” He opened the case. “Holy fuck! How did you know?” It was a Gibson SG Special guitar. “I talked to Pete and he told me that was the guitar you wanted. Do you like the color? I didn’t know what color you liked. I thought you would look good in silver.” “Oh my god, I can’t believe it.” “Look on the back.” He read the inscription on the back.
“Don’t forget how talented you are. You are an awesome singer and your music makes me smile. You mean everything to me. I will always love you, Your girl
‘But there's a light on in Chicago and I know I should be home.’
He was tearing up. “Thank you, baby.” He kissed her. “I also got you something. Nothing like this though.” He got up and went to his suitcase. Here you go. She opened the box. “Oh Patrick. I love it.” It was a message bag with Fall Out Boy printed on it. “I thought you could use it once you graduate. Use it for when you are a teacher. I know you still have a few years to go.” “Thank you so much.” She went into his arms and kissed him. They fell back on the bed. “Mmmm, Bobbie, you taste so good. I’ve missed this.” He kissed her neck and cupped her breast through her shirt. He squeezed her breast gently. “Oh Patrick.” She could feel him getting hard. “Patrick, we better stop if we want to go out.” “Come on baby.” “There will be more time for this.” She walked to her bathroom that adjoined the bedroom.
Bobbie got ready first and then Patrick. He walked to the living room. “Are you ready?” “Yeah, do you want to see the new ‘Spiderman’ movie.” “Sure. Afterwards we can go to Homer’s to ear. How does that sound?” “Great. Let me get my coat.” Patrick drove to the theater. Bobbie still couldn’t believe he was here. They held hands and fed each other popcorn throughout the movie. After the movie they went to Homers for burgers and fries.
When they got back to the house they were already making out before they opened the door. Patrick took off Bobbie’s and his jacket and dropped them to the floor. He kicked the door closed and then locked it. He went back to kissing Bobbie. She took off his hat and grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He put her on top of the kitchen bar. She wrapped her legs around his waist. She rubbed her hands up and down his chest. Her fingernails grazing his nipples. “Shit Bobbie. Do you have any idea what that is doing to me?” “That’s why I’m doing it.” He took off her shirt and reached behind her to unhook her bra. He couldn’t find it. “Patrick, it’s in the front.” “Oh.” He was blushing. He freed her breasts. He grabbed both of them gently and kissed each one and sucking the nipples. Bobbie could feel his erection through his jeans. He unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans. She put her hand in his jeans and boxers. She took him in her hand. She moved her hand up and down. She once again used her fingernails on him there. “Bobbie, that feels so fucking amazing.” He undid her jeans and took them off with her panties. He put two fingers inside of her. She was so wet and ready for him to fill her. “Ready?” “Yes Trick. Please now.” He pulled his jeans and boxers down. He went inside of her with one swift push. “Bobbie, I don’t know if I can hold it much longer.” “Oh god Trick. I’m coming.” “Me too.” He was moving in and out of her so fast. “Patrick!” Bobbie screamed. He laid his forehead on hers. “I guess we both miss this.” “Yeah. Tricky, you are so amazing.”
Patrick step out of his jeans and carried Bobbie to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed and climbed in. “I feel as though I can never get enough of you.” Patrick said. “Same here. I’ve never been like this.” They made love once more. More slowly this time. In the morning Bobbie had an early class. She got ready and picked up their clothes that were spread all over the house. She went to the bedroom. “Patrick, Patrick!” “Uh, yeah?” “I have class now. I won’t be home until 1:00 or so.” “Okay. I’ll probably see my mom and dad.” “Do you need the car?” “No, they can come here or I’ll take a cab. Have fun.” “Yeah, sure.” She laughed. “I love you Trick.” She kissed him. “I love you.”
She went to class. It was one of the longest days. She got home at 1:30. Patrick was in the living room playing his new guitar. “Hey sweetheart. I could get use to this.” “Hi, How was your day?” “Good, but slow.” She went to him and kissed him. “Bobbie, I have some bad news.” “What?” “I have to leave tonight. We got booked for another show for tomorrow.” “Oh. I understand. When do you leave?” “The plane leaves at 7:00. Can you take me to the airport at 5:00?” “Of course. I’ll make you an early supper now and some snacks you can take.” “Thank you. I’m going to start packing some stuff.” Bobbie went to the kitchen and started to boil some spaghetti noodles and made some snack bags for Patrick. They ate supper and then got ready to leave.
Bobbie went with Patrick to the gate. “I’ll call you tomorrow. I don’t know when I’ll get in.” “Okay. Who is picking you up?” “Pete. Hopefully, he’ll be on time.” They laughed. “I love you.” “I love you more.” “Attention! Flight 206 Chicago to Buffalo is now boarding.” “Bobbie, I have to go now. Call if you need anything. And my mom is always there.” “Okay. I’ll be fine. I love you. You stay safe.” “I will. I love you so much.” They kissed like there wouldn’t be a tomorrow. “Go. I’ll be fine.” Bobbie watched as Patrick walked away. He turned around and waved.
~3 hours later in Buffalo~
Patrick walked off the plane. He found Pete right away. “Hey, sorry you had to come back so soon.” “It’s alright.” “But you will be happy to know that in two weeks we get a week break.” “Really? I’m going to go back.” “Knew you would.” “Something isn’t right with her. She seemed a little more depressed. Her ex keeps contacting her. I just want her to be safe.” “I understand. Come on Pattycakes. Let’s get your stuff.”
When Bobbie got home she noticed a packaged on the front step. She took it inside and opened it . It was a stuffed bear with a card.
Sorry for everything. I will make it up to you!
~Jackson
She called the police. “I need to talk to somebody about uh. I’m actually not sure who to talk to.” “Okay, My name is Susanne. Tell me what is going on.” “It’s my ex boyfriend. I had an restraining order on him, but the time has elapse. He’s been sending letters and now a gift. He hasn’t shown any violent tendencies in anything.” She then told her of the past. “I have to be honest, since all he is doing is sending you letters and gifts we can’t do anything. You can get another restraining order though.” “Oh, okay. Well, thanks for your help.” She got off the phone and felt like crap. She knew what a restraining order did. Nothing.
The phone rang her special ring. “Hi Babe.” “Is anything wrong?” Patrick could tell something happened. “Yeah, I got a gift from Jackson. I called the police and there is nothing they can do until he does something.” “Fuck, why not?” “Because all he is doing is sending letters and doing nothing violent.” “Please be careful.” “I will. Anyway, I thought you were going to call tomorrow.” “I was, but I have great news.” “Really?” “Yeah. I’ll be coming back in 2 weeks for a week. I don’t know the exact day.” “Oh, I’m so happy. I can’t wait. I miss you already.” “I miss you too. I have to go. I just wanted to tell you the good news. I love you.” “I love you more.” Bobbie went into her room and checked her email. She had one from Jackson. “Oh god. Why is he doing this.” She deleted it before she even read it. They she went to bed crying.
~Two weeks later~
Every day she got a letter from Jackson. She sent them back to him. She didn’t tell Patrick because she didn’t want him to worry. She didn’t cut, but she wanted to. She missed Patrick so much. She was counting the days even though she wasn’t sure when he would be coming back. She was doing well in her classes considering everything. She sat down when her phone rang. “Hello?” “Hi Bobbie.” “Jackson, please stop.” “What? I love you.” “No, you need to move on.” “Why did you send the letters back?” “I don’t love you. I’m done with you. I love Patrick.” “How long is that going to last? He’ll never love you like I do.” “I know. Because he loves me more than you ever will.” She could tell he was getting mad. “Fuck you. Oh wait, I did and you were no good. Patrick will find out what a whore you are. Believe me, you’ll lose him. He won’t be able to stand the sight of you. You were so easy to fuck. Didn’t take long for you to say yet.” She hung up. The tears were coming. She was shaking so bad. She went into the kitchen. Patrick was no where in her mind. She grabbed a butcher knife and cut one wrist and then the other. She slid to the floor and watched the blood come out. “I’m so sorry, Patrick. You are better off without me. I love you.” She seen Patrick’s face before she passed out.
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