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Chapter 11: It's Not The Side Effect Of The Cocaine
The month of March finished without any big changes. Jackson stopped contacting Bobbie, but she always feared he would contact her soon. Patrick finally came back in the middle of April. She was never so happy to see someone. They spent his birthday away from Chicago. Bobbie got a job at ‘Borders’. She didn’t want to depend on her father all the time. Plus it helped with getting out of the house once in awhile. Especially, when Patrick wasn’t there. Bobbie finished school in May with excellent grades. Patrick and the band were doing great. They were playing all over Chicago and their demo tape was almost done. Everything was going well.
~June, 2001~
“Patrick, I’m home.” He walked out of the bedroom with a big smile on his face. It was Bobbie’s birthday and knew he was up to something. “What are you planning?” “Nothing. Why?” “I know you have something planned.” “Okay. I just want us to have a nice night. It’s your first birthday that I get to spend with you and I want it to be special.” He took her in his arms and kissed her. “You take a nice long shower and get dressed. There’s a dress on the bed. I bought it. I really hope you like it.” “Oh, Trick I know that I’ll love it.
She went to the bedroom. The dress was beautiful. It was pink on the bottom with black on the top. He also got her a pink thong, a pink bra, cream thigh nylons and sandals. She laughed. She just couldn’t picture him getting her a thong and bra. She just knew that he probably blushed the whole time. She undressed and got in the shower. It felt so good. It was busy at work and this was just what she needed. She got out and dried off. She put some make-up on and did her hair. She put it up, but left a few strands down. She then put on the nylons, thong, and bra. She was surprised that he knew her sized. She put the dress on. It was so pretty. She slipped the sandals on and got her purse. She walked to the living room where Patrick was.
“I’m ready.” “Oh my god, you are so beautiful.” He walked to her and kissed her softly. She noticed that he changed too. He had on black jeans with a blue and white buttoned shirt. And of course, his ever present hat. “You look so handsome. Thank you for everything.” “Are you ready then?” “Yeah, where are we going?” “It’s a surprise.” They got in the car and Patrick drove to a Restaurant. They went to ‘The Collage’. It was a exclusive restaurant. “Patrick, this is too expensive.” “It’s also your birthday. Let’s go.” They held hands walking in the restaurant. “Hello. We have an reservation for Stump.” “Okay. This way please.” They were seated at a table by the window looking out at a park. “This is so nice.” “I want your birthday to be special.” They ate and had a really nice time.
Afterwards, they walked down by the park holding hands. “Babycakes, are you having a nice time?” “No, I’m having a wonderful time. Thank you so much, Trick. You have no idea what this means to me.” She took his face in her hands and kissed him. “I love you more than I can tell you.” “I love you. You are everything to me. Let’s go. I have something at home for you” “Tricky, you..” “Stop.”
Patrick drove home and they went into the house. On the table was a birthday cake and a bunch of balloons in the kitchen. “How did? Who? This wasn’t here when we left.” “I got Pete to bring then over.” Patrick got candles and lit them. “Happy 20th birthday, Bobbie. Make a wish.” “My wish has already come true.” She blew the candles out. Patrick cut one big piece of the cake. They fed each other the cake. “Now time for gifts. “Patrick, you’ve done so much already.” “Come on.” He grabbed her hand and went to the living room. “Here you go.” She opened the box. Inside was a heart necklace. “Tricky, it’s beautiful.” “Open it and look on the back. Inside was two pictures of them together. She read the back. “Love you, Trick 2001.” She could feel herself tearing up. “Will you put in on.” Patrick took the necklace and put it on her. “Thank you so much.” She kissed him. “Here’s another one.” “She opened it. “Oh my goodness. Is this what I think it is?” “Yeah.” It was their demo tape, but Patrick put it on a CD for her. “The song that I wrote for you isn’t on there though. I promise I will get it recorded just for you.” “I can’t wait to listen to it.” “We can do that later. Now for your real present.” “Trick, is that all you think about?” “Uh, pretty much.” She laughed.
He kissed her deeply running his tongue over her lips and making his way into her mouth. He undid her hair so it was loose. He put his hand through her hair. It was so soft. Bobbie fell back on the couch. He took off her sandals. He then got on top of her. He kissed her lips softly. He ran her hands on the side of his face rubbing his side burns. He moved down to her neck. She took his hat off and ran her fingers through his hair. He moved his hand down to her legs. He rubbed his hand underneath her dress. He got to the front of her thong and rubbed her there. He slid the nylons down her legs, taking one off and then the other. She unbuttoned his shirt and took it off of him. She rubbed her hands up and down his arms. She moved her hands to his belt buckle and unbuckled it and slipped it through the belt loops of his jeans. She threw it on the floor.
Patrick pushed her dress up and pulled her thong off. He put two of his fingers inside of her. She arched her back. She grabbed his shoulders. He went to her and put his tongue inside of her. He was then sucking and tasting her. “Oh, uh, Trick.” She was seeing stars. “That feels so good.” He pushed her dress up over her head and took her bra off. He kissed and sucked her nipples and squeezed each of her breasts. Bobbie unsnapped and unzipped Patrick’s jeans. She put her hand inside of his jeans and boxers. She grabbed him and moved her hand on him. She grazed him with her nails.. He moaned into her neck. “Babycakes, I love you.” “I love you.” He took off his jeans and boxers. He slid inside of her. “Oh god, you feel so good.” “Patrick, you do too. Don’t stop.” He moved slowly at first and started going faster. He pulled her legs up, so they were wrapped around his waist. “Patrick, faster.” “I’m trying babe.” He was going in and out so fast. “Patrick, Patrick!” She screamed out. He came soon after falling on top of her. She ran her fingers through his hair. “Am I hurting you?” “No, let’s sleep here tonight?” “Okay, let me get a blanket.” He grabbed a blanket that was on the recliner. He laid down next to Bobbie. She was mostly on him. “He kissed the top of her head. “Goodnight Bobbie.” She was already asleep.
The next few days Bobbie worked 10 hour shifts, so they hardly seen each other. They guys found out that they had some shows to do in Wisconsin and Minnesota. Patrick didn’t want to tell Bobbie. He just got back not that long ago. Bobbie came home late that evening. “Hey Baby.” “Hi Patrick.” She kissed him. “How are you doing?” “I’m tired. I’m going to take a shower and go to bed.” “Okay, but first I have something to tell you.” “What? Nothing bad?” “No, the band have some shows in Wisconsin and Minnesota. We are going to be gone for two weeks. We leave tomorrow. It’s short notice. I’m sorry.” “Trick, that’s great. I mean I’m going to miss you, but it’s great that you are getting shows.” “Really? I’m going to miss you, but at least it is only 2 weeks. Take your shower and I’ll be in bed when you get out.”
Patrick locked the door and went to the bedroom. He could hear Bobbie singing “Honorable Mention”. He smiled. He took off his clothes and got into bed. Bobbie got out of the shower and dried off. She walked into the bedroom forgetting that Patrick would be there. She got out a nightgown and let the towel drop. “Very nice.” She jumped around. “Thank you, Mr. Stump.” She slide her nightgown on and got into bed. Patrick pulled her into his arms and they kissed. They fell asleep in each other arms.
Bobbie got up before Patrick. She put on her robe and made pancakes for Patrick. She walked to the bedroom. “Honey, wake up. I made some pancakes for you.” “You didn’t have to. What time is it?” “9:00. When do you leave?” “At 11:00. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” Patrick and Bobbie ate and then got dressed. Patrick took his suitcase and guitars out to the van. The guys were leaving. “Pete, keep him safe.” “I always do. You take care too. We’ll be back soon.” He kissed the top of her head. “Get away from my girlfriend, Pete. Unless you want a black eye.” Patrick joked. “I think I’ll risk the black eye. Bye Bobbie.” “Bye.” Patrick took her into his arms. “Now, no tears. I love you and we’ll be together soon. Take care of yourself. Call me if you need anything.” “I will. You take care of yourself. Love you.” Patrick got in the van. Bobbie watched the van lave. She went inside the house. She didn’t have to work today. She noticed a CD on the kitchen counter with a note.
Babycakes,
Since your song wasn’t on the CD that we made I though I would
make it for you. I did it with just a guitar. Like when we were away.
I hope you like it. Remember I’m your boy.
Love, Trick
She went to the CD player and listened to the song over and over. She then fell asleep.
~1 Week Later~
The next week went by slow for Bobbie. She enjoyed work, but missed Patrick of course. He would call and email, but she wanted him with her. She had an uneasy feeling lately, but nothing had happened. She just got back from work when the phone rang. “Hello?” “Hey Babe.” “Oh Patrick. I miss you.” “I miss you too. Only one more week. How are you doing?” “Alright. Lynn and I are going out tonight.” “That’s good. I worry about you being cooped up in the house all the time.” “How are the shows?” “Good. We are in Minnesota now.” “Do you like my home state?” “Yeah. Very pretty and fucking hot.” “Same here.” “Babe, I’m sorry but I have to go now. I just wanted to hear your voice. I love you.” “I love you more.”
Bobbie went to get ready for her night out. She wore a jean mini skirt with a white shirt and black vans. Just as she finished getting ready there was a knock on her door. She thought Lynn came early. She opened the door. “Jackson! What the hell are you doing here.?” “Came to see my baby.” “I’m not yours. You need to go now.” “You look really nice.” “Stop. I want you to leave.” “Can I just come in for a drink?” “Ah, I don’t know.” “I promise not to hurt you.” “Just one drink. Then you have to leave.” “Okay.” She let him in. “I have water, coke, or ice tea. Anything you want?” “Do you have anything stronger?” “No.” “I’ll take an ice tea.” “Alright.” She got a glass and poured him a glass. “How are things back home?” “Good. I’m in a college up North.” “That’s good. How is it going?” “Alright. I’ve made some good friends, but no girlfriend.” “I’m sure you’ll find someone.” He looked at a picture of her and Patrick. “So is this Prince Patrick.” “Stop it.” “Isn’t he a little chunky for your taste.” She grabbed the picture. “Alright your going to have to leave.” “I’m sorry. How are you two doing?” “Good. He’s coming back next week. He’s on tour.” “He trusts you to be alone. I’m surprised you are fucking someone right now.” “Okay, I’ve had enough. I want you to leave.” She took his arm and pulled him toward the door. As soon as she did it she knew it was a mistake. He flung his arm and hit her in the face. She fell down. “Why do you do it? I’m sorry Bobbie. Goodbye.”
She got up and went to the bathroom. She wiped her face. A red mark was already forming. There was a knock on the door. She didn’t want to answer it. “Bobbie, it’s Lynn.” She opened the door. “Oh god. What happened to you?” “My ex showed up.” “Bobbie you have to call the cops.” “I’ve been through that before. They won’t do anything.” “At least tell Patrick. He needs to know.” “I will.” “Do you feel like going out?” “I need to."
Lynn and Bobbie went to ‘The XO’ club. They both order alcohol even though they were underage. Bobbie just wanted the pain to go away. After awhile and a lot of drinks a guy came up to her. “Hey” “Hi there.” “I was wondering if you want to dance?” “Um, sure.” She knew she probably shouldn’t, but she walked to the dance floor with him. “By the way my name is Travis.” “I’m Bobbie.” At first it was a fast song, but then a slow song came. She put her arms around Travis’ neck and his hands went to her waist. She laid her head on his chest. They were moving with the music. His hands slowly moved their way down her thighs rubbing her. “Bobbie, lets go someone private.” “Okay, Patrick.” “Sweetheart, I’m not Patrick.” She looked up. “Fuck, I gotta go. I’m sorry.” She ran to the table where Lynn was. “I have to leave.” “Do you want me to go with you.” “No, I’ll walk. It’s not that far. I’ll talk to you later”
Bobbie walked home. It took her a half hour. When she got home she noticed there were 2 messages on the answering machine. She played them. “Message one-’Bobbie, I’m sorry. I’m leaving to go back to Minnesota. Take care.’” She deleted that one from Jackson. “Message two- ‘Babe, Just wanted to hear your voice again. I know you are out. I’ll talk to you soon. Love you’” “Oh Patrick. I’m sorry.” She felt so bad. She went to her bedroom and took off her clothes and got in the shower. She scrubbed her body. She shouldn’t of danced with that guy. She promised herself to Patrick. She started crying. She got out and dried off and put on a tank top and shorts. She went to the computer to see if Patrick was on IM.
stumplover: Trick, are you there?
stumplover: I really need to talk to you.
stumplover: Something happened.
trick84: I’m here, babe.
trick84: Are you alright?
stumplover: No, to start with Jackson showed up tonight.
trick84: WHAT? Did he hurt you?
stumplover: At first he just wanted to talk. I wasn’t going to let him in, but I did. I told him he could have one drink and leave. He was fine, but got on us and I grabbed him to leave. He hit me, but left after.
trick84: Baby, are you alright?
trick84: Do you want me to come back?
stumplover: I’m fine now. No you don’t need to come back. I’ll be fine.
trick84: I want you to go to the police, for me.
stumplover: But they won’t do anything.
trick84: Do it Bobbie or I will when I get back.
stumplover: Okay, I’ll go.
stumplover: There’s something else, Patrick.
trick84: What?
stumplover: I told you Lynn and I were going out. We went to a club and I had some alcohol.
trick84: Bobbie what the fuck were you doing drinking?
stumplover: I’m sorry. It was just with everything with Jackson I wanted to get away.
trick84: That’s not how to do it and you know it.
stumplover: I know. Anyway, there was a guy that I danced with. I know I shouldn’t have. I’m so sorry.
stumplover: Are you there?
stumplover: Don’t be mad, please.
trick84: I’m here and I’m not mad. I’m a little upset. But all you did was dance right?
stumplover: He was trying more, but I thought he was you. When I looked at him and seen him I left.
stumplover: I’m sorry. :_(
trick84: It’s alright. I forgive you. Things happen. Don’t be so hard on yourself.
stumplover: I’m so glad. I thought you would hate me.
trick84: Never. I have to get some sleep and you do too. I love you.
stumplover: I love you more
She climbed into bed holding the bear Patrick got her.
The next week went by a little faster. Bobbie went to the police and filled out a restraining order. She didn’t see or hear from him. Her red mark turned into a bruise. When Patrick came back and seen her and the bruise he was mad as hell. He was blaming himself. He hated seeing her hurt. The following two weeks, they spent a lot of time together.
Bobbie woke up the fifth morning in a row feeling sick to her stomach. “Oh god.” She ran to the bathroom and shut the door. She threw up. There was a knock on the door. “Bobbie, are you alright?” “No, you can come in.” Patrick walked in. She was on the floor by the toilet. He went down by her and pulled her into his lap. “Honey, what’s wrong?” “I didn’t want to think about this, but I might be pregnant.” “Huh? No, I used a condom every time.” “Not every time. My birthday you didn’t.” “Do you want me to get a pregnancy test?” “Could you?” “Sure.” Patrick carried Bobbie to the bed and covered her up. “I’ll be back in a little bit.”
Patrick came back a hour later. “Babycakes, I’m back.” She got up. He handed her the bag. “Patrick, there are ten tests in here.” “I didn’t know which one to get.” She laughed. “You are so cute.” She kissed him. She went into the bathroom and took five of the tests. Just to be sure. In a matter of minutes they all turned positive. She was happy, but also scared. She walked out into the bedroom. “Well, what?” “Are you ready to be a daddy?” “Oh my god.” He jumped up and swung her around. “Are you sure?” “Yeah, I took five tests. Are you okay with this?” “Absolutely. You going to have a stump bump soon.” He smiled at her.
The month of March finished without any big changes. Jackson stopped contacting Bobbie, but she always feared he would contact her soon. Patrick finally came back in the middle of April. She was never so happy to see someone. They spent his birthday away from Chicago. Bobbie got a job at ‘Borders’. She didn’t want to depend on her father all the time. Plus it helped with getting out of the house once in awhile. Especially, when Patrick wasn’t there. Bobbie finished school in May with excellent grades. Patrick and the band were doing great. They were playing all over Chicago and their demo tape was almost done. Everything was going well.
~June, 2001~
“Patrick, I’m home.” He walked out of the bedroom with a big smile on his face. It was Bobbie’s birthday and knew he was up to something. “What are you planning?” “Nothing. Why?” “I know you have something planned.” “Okay. I just want us to have a nice night. It’s your first birthday that I get to spend with you and I want it to be special.” He took her in his arms and kissed her. “You take a nice long shower and get dressed. There’s a dress on the bed. I bought it. I really hope you like it.” “Oh, Trick I know that I’ll love it.
She went to the bedroom. The dress was beautiful. It was pink on the bottom with black on the top. He also got her a pink thong, a pink bra, cream thigh nylons and sandals. She laughed. She just couldn’t picture him getting her a thong and bra. She just knew that he probably blushed the whole time. She undressed and got in the shower. It felt so good. It was busy at work and this was just what she needed. She got out and dried off. She put some make-up on and did her hair. She put it up, but left a few strands down. She then put on the nylons, thong, and bra. She was surprised that he knew her sized. She put the dress on. It was so pretty. She slipped the sandals on and got her purse. She walked to the living room where Patrick was.
“I’m ready.” “Oh my god, you are so beautiful.” He walked to her and kissed her softly. She noticed that he changed too. He had on black jeans with a blue and white buttoned shirt. And of course, his ever present hat. “You look so handsome. Thank you for everything.” “Are you ready then?” “Yeah, where are we going?” “It’s a surprise.” They got in the car and Patrick drove to a Restaurant. They went to ‘The Collage’. It was a exclusive restaurant. “Patrick, this is too expensive.” “It’s also your birthday. Let’s go.” They held hands walking in the restaurant. “Hello. We have an reservation for Stump.” “Okay. This way please.” They were seated at a table by the window looking out at a park. “This is so nice.” “I want your birthday to be special.” They ate and had a really nice time.
Afterwards, they walked down by the park holding hands. “Babycakes, are you having a nice time?” “No, I’m having a wonderful time. Thank you so much, Trick. You have no idea what this means to me.” She took his face in her hands and kissed him. “I love you more than I can tell you.” “I love you. You are everything to me. Let’s go. I have something at home for you” “Tricky, you..” “Stop.”
Patrick drove home and they went into the house. On the table was a birthday cake and a bunch of balloons in the kitchen. “How did? Who? This wasn’t here when we left.” “I got Pete to bring then over.” Patrick got candles and lit them. “Happy 20th birthday, Bobbie. Make a wish.” “My wish has already come true.” She blew the candles out. Patrick cut one big piece of the cake. They fed each other the cake. “Now time for gifts. “Patrick, you’ve done so much already.” “Come on.” He grabbed her hand and went to the living room. “Here you go.” She opened the box. Inside was a heart necklace. “Tricky, it’s beautiful.” “Open it and look on the back. Inside was two pictures of them together. She read the back. “Love you, Trick 2001.” She could feel herself tearing up. “Will you put in on.” Patrick took the necklace and put it on her. “Thank you so much.” She kissed him. “Here’s another one.” “She opened it. “Oh my goodness. Is this what I think it is?” “Yeah.” It was their demo tape, but Patrick put it on a CD for her. “The song that I wrote for you isn’t on there though. I promise I will get it recorded just for you.” “I can’t wait to listen to it.” “We can do that later. Now for your real present.” “Trick, is that all you think about?” “Uh, pretty much.” She laughed.
He kissed her deeply running his tongue over her lips and making his way into her mouth. He undid her hair so it was loose. He put his hand through her hair. It was so soft. Bobbie fell back on the couch. He took off her sandals. He then got on top of her. He kissed her lips softly. He ran her hands on the side of his face rubbing his side burns. He moved down to her neck. She took his hat off and ran her fingers through his hair. He moved his hand down to her legs. He rubbed his hand underneath her dress. He got to the front of her thong and rubbed her there. He slid the nylons down her legs, taking one off and then the other. She unbuttoned his shirt and took it off of him. She rubbed her hands up and down his arms. She moved her hands to his belt buckle and unbuckled it and slipped it through the belt loops of his jeans. She threw it on the floor.
Patrick pushed her dress up and pulled her thong off. He put two of his fingers inside of her. She arched her back. She grabbed his shoulders. He went to her and put his tongue inside of her. He was then sucking and tasting her. “Oh, uh, Trick.” She was seeing stars. “That feels so good.” He pushed her dress up over her head and took her bra off. He kissed and sucked her nipples and squeezed each of her breasts. Bobbie unsnapped and unzipped Patrick’s jeans. She put her hand inside of his jeans and boxers. She grabbed him and moved her hand on him. She grazed him with her nails.. He moaned into her neck. “Babycakes, I love you.” “I love you.” He took off his jeans and boxers. He slid inside of her. “Oh god, you feel so good.” “Patrick, you do too. Don’t stop.” He moved slowly at first and started going faster. He pulled her legs up, so they were wrapped around his waist. “Patrick, faster.” “I’m trying babe.” He was going in and out so fast. “Patrick, Patrick!” She screamed out. He came soon after falling on top of her. She ran her fingers through his hair. “Am I hurting you?” “No, let’s sleep here tonight?” “Okay, let me get a blanket.” He grabbed a blanket that was on the recliner. He laid down next to Bobbie. She was mostly on him. “He kissed the top of her head. “Goodnight Bobbie.” She was already asleep.
The next few days Bobbie worked 10 hour shifts, so they hardly seen each other. They guys found out that they had some shows to do in Wisconsin and Minnesota. Patrick didn’t want to tell Bobbie. He just got back not that long ago. Bobbie came home late that evening. “Hey Baby.” “Hi Patrick.” She kissed him. “How are you doing?” “I’m tired. I’m going to take a shower and go to bed.” “Okay, but first I have something to tell you.” “What? Nothing bad?” “No, the band have some shows in Wisconsin and Minnesota. We are going to be gone for two weeks. We leave tomorrow. It’s short notice. I’m sorry.” “Trick, that’s great. I mean I’m going to miss you, but it’s great that you are getting shows.” “Really? I’m going to miss you, but at least it is only 2 weeks. Take your shower and I’ll be in bed when you get out.”
Patrick locked the door and went to the bedroom. He could hear Bobbie singing “Honorable Mention”. He smiled. He took off his clothes and got into bed. Bobbie got out of the shower and dried off. She walked into the bedroom forgetting that Patrick would be there. She got out a nightgown and let the towel drop. “Very nice.” She jumped around. “Thank you, Mr. Stump.” She slide her nightgown on and got into bed. Patrick pulled her into his arms and they kissed. They fell asleep in each other arms.
Bobbie got up before Patrick. She put on her robe and made pancakes for Patrick. She walked to the bedroom. “Honey, wake up. I made some pancakes for you.” “You didn’t have to. What time is it?” “9:00. When do you leave?” “At 11:00. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” Patrick and Bobbie ate and then got dressed. Patrick took his suitcase and guitars out to the van. The guys were leaving. “Pete, keep him safe.” “I always do. You take care too. We’ll be back soon.” He kissed the top of her head. “Get away from my girlfriend, Pete. Unless you want a black eye.” Patrick joked. “I think I’ll risk the black eye. Bye Bobbie.” “Bye.” Patrick took her into his arms. “Now, no tears. I love you and we’ll be together soon. Take care of yourself. Call me if you need anything.” “I will. You take care of yourself. Love you.” Patrick got in the van. Bobbie watched the van lave. She went inside the house. She didn’t have to work today. She noticed a CD on the kitchen counter with a note.
Babycakes,
Since your song wasn’t on the CD that we made I though I would
make it for you. I did it with just a guitar. Like when we were away.
I hope you like it. Remember I’m your boy.
Love, Trick
She went to the CD player and listened to the song over and over. She then fell asleep.
~1 Week Later~
The next week went by slow for Bobbie. She enjoyed work, but missed Patrick of course. He would call and email, but she wanted him with her. She had an uneasy feeling lately, but nothing had happened. She just got back from work when the phone rang. “Hello?” “Hey Babe.” “Oh Patrick. I miss you.” “I miss you too. Only one more week. How are you doing?” “Alright. Lynn and I are going out tonight.” “That’s good. I worry about you being cooped up in the house all the time.” “How are the shows?” “Good. We are in Minnesota now.” “Do you like my home state?” “Yeah. Very pretty and fucking hot.” “Same here.” “Babe, I’m sorry but I have to go now. I just wanted to hear your voice. I love you.” “I love you more.”
Bobbie went to get ready for her night out. She wore a jean mini skirt with a white shirt and black vans. Just as she finished getting ready there was a knock on her door. She thought Lynn came early. She opened the door. “Jackson! What the hell are you doing here.?” “Came to see my baby.” “I’m not yours. You need to go now.” “You look really nice.” “Stop. I want you to leave.” “Can I just come in for a drink?” “Ah, I don’t know.” “I promise not to hurt you.” “Just one drink. Then you have to leave.” “Okay.” She let him in. “I have water, coke, or ice tea. Anything you want?” “Do you have anything stronger?” “No.” “I’ll take an ice tea.” “Alright.” She got a glass and poured him a glass. “How are things back home?” “Good. I’m in a college up North.” “That’s good. How is it going?” “Alright. I’ve made some good friends, but no girlfriend.” “I’m sure you’ll find someone.” He looked at a picture of her and Patrick. “So is this Prince Patrick.” “Stop it.” “Isn’t he a little chunky for your taste.” She grabbed the picture. “Alright your going to have to leave.” “I’m sorry. How are you two doing?” “Good. He’s coming back next week. He’s on tour.” “He trusts you to be alone. I’m surprised you are fucking someone right now.” “Okay, I’ve had enough. I want you to leave.” She took his arm and pulled him toward the door. As soon as she did it she knew it was a mistake. He flung his arm and hit her in the face. She fell down. “Why do you do it? I’m sorry Bobbie. Goodbye.”
She got up and went to the bathroom. She wiped her face. A red mark was already forming. There was a knock on the door. She didn’t want to answer it. “Bobbie, it’s Lynn.” She opened the door. “Oh god. What happened to you?” “My ex showed up.” “Bobbie you have to call the cops.” “I’ve been through that before. They won’t do anything.” “At least tell Patrick. He needs to know.” “I will.” “Do you feel like going out?” “I need to."
Lynn and Bobbie went to ‘The XO’ club. They both order alcohol even though they were underage. Bobbie just wanted the pain to go away. After awhile and a lot of drinks a guy came up to her. “Hey” “Hi there.” “I was wondering if you want to dance?” “Um, sure.” She knew she probably shouldn’t, but she walked to the dance floor with him. “By the way my name is Travis.” “I’m Bobbie.” At first it was a fast song, but then a slow song came. She put her arms around Travis’ neck and his hands went to her waist. She laid her head on his chest. They were moving with the music. His hands slowly moved their way down her thighs rubbing her. “Bobbie, lets go someone private.” “Okay, Patrick.” “Sweetheart, I’m not Patrick.” She looked up. “Fuck, I gotta go. I’m sorry.” She ran to the table where Lynn was. “I have to leave.” “Do you want me to go with you.” “No, I’ll walk. It’s not that far. I’ll talk to you later”
Bobbie walked home. It took her a half hour. When she got home she noticed there were 2 messages on the answering machine. She played them. “Message one-’Bobbie, I’m sorry. I’m leaving to go back to Minnesota. Take care.’” She deleted that one from Jackson. “Message two- ‘Babe, Just wanted to hear your voice again. I know you are out. I’ll talk to you soon. Love you’” “Oh Patrick. I’m sorry.” She felt so bad. She went to her bedroom and took off her clothes and got in the shower. She scrubbed her body. She shouldn’t of danced with that guy. She promised herself to Patrick. She started crying. She got out and dried off and put on a tank top and shorts. She went to the computer to see if Patrick was on IM.
stumplover: Trick, are you there?
stumplover: I really need to talk to you.
stumplover: Something happened.
trick84: I’m here, babe.
trick84: Are you alright?
stumplover: No, to start with Jackson showed up tonight.
trick84: WHAT? Did he hurt you?
stumplover: At first he just wanted to talk. I wasn’t going to let him in, but I did. I told him he could have one drink and leave. He was fine, but got on us and I grabbed him to leave. He hit me, but left after.
trick84: Baby, are you alright?
trick84: Do you want me to come back?
stumplover: I’m fine now. No you don’t need to come back. I’ll be fine.
trick84: I want you to go to the police, for me.
stumplover: But they won’t do anything.
trick84: Do it Bobbie or I will when I get back.
stumplover: Okay, I’ll go.
stumplover: There’s something else, Patrick.
trick84: What?
stumplover: I told you Lynn and I were going out. We went to a club and I had some alcohol.
trick84: Bobbie what the fuck were you doing drinking?
stumplover: I’m sorry. It was just with everything with Jackson I wanted to get away.
trick84: That’s not how to do it and you know it.
stumplover: I know. Anyway, there was a guy that I danced with. I know I shouldn’t have. I’m so sorry.
stumplover: Are you there?
stumplover: Don’t be mad, please.
trick84: I’m here and I’m not mad. I’m a little upset. But all you did was dance right?
stumplover: He was trying more, but I thought he was you. When I looked at him and seen him I left.
stumplover: I’m sorry. :_(
trick84: It’s alright. I forgive you. Things happen. Don’t be so hard on yourself.
stumplover: I’m so glad. I thought you would hate me.
trick84: Never. I have to get some sleep and you do too. I love you.
stumplover: I love you more
She climbed into bed holding the bear Patrick got her.
The next week went by a little faster. Bobbie went to the police and filled out a restraining order. She didn’t see or hear from him. Her red mark turned into a bruise. When Patrick came back and seen her and the bruise he was mad as hell. He was blaming himself. He hated seeing her hurt. The following two weeks, they spent a lot of time together.
Bobbie woke up the fifth morning in a row feeling sick to her stomach. “Oh god.” She ran to the bathroom and shut the door. She threw up. There was a knock on the door. “Bobbie, are you alright?” “No, you can come in.” Patrick walked in. She was on the floor by the toilet. He went down by her and pulled her into his lap. “Honey, what’s wrong?” “I didn’t want to think about this, but I might be pregnant.” “Huh? No, I used a condom every time.” “Not every time. My birthday you didn’t.” “Do you want me to get a pregnancy test?” “Could you?” “Sure.” Patrick carried Bobbie to the bed and covered her up. “I’ll be back in a little bit.”
Patrick came back a hour later. “Babycakes, I’m back.” She got up. He handed her the bag. “Patrick, there are ten tests in here.” “I didn’t know which one to get.” She laughed. “You are so cute.” She kissed him. She went into the bathroom and took five of the tests. Just to be sure. In a matter of minutes they all turned positive. She was happy, but also scared. She walked out into the bedroom. “Well, what?” “Are you ready to be a daddy?” “Oh my god.” He jumped up and swung her around. “Are you sure?” “Yeah, I took five tests. Are you okay with this?” “Absolutely. You going to have a stump bump soon.” He smiled at her.
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