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Chapter 12: How Cruel Is The Golden Rule
“You are 6 weeks pregnant. We’ll do an ultrasound today. We might even be able to see the heartbeat.” “When am I due?” “Let’s see. According to this your due date will be March 16, 2002.” Is there anything that I can do?” Patrick asked. “Just make sure Bobbie eats well and that she rests. The first and last trimester are the hardest. Ready for the ultrasound.” The went to another room. Bobbie got onto the exam table. The doctor put some gel on her lower stomach and put the ultrasound wand over it. “Here we go. Do you see him or her?” Yeah. Look Patrick.” He was white as a ghost. He couldn’t believe that he was going to be a father. “I see.” He had tears in his eyes. Bobbie took his hand and kissed it. “This flashing you see here.” “Yes. Is that a problem?” Bobbie asked. “No, it’s a very good sign. It’s the heartbeat. It’s very strong. Would you like a video and a few pictures?” “Yes.” They both said. After the video was made and they got the pictures. They left the clinic. She had another appointment in a month.
~Two Weeks Later~
Bobbie was finally getting over the morning sickness. Patrick was getting excited with each passing day. They told their parents. At first they weren’t too happy, but they got used to it. Patrick came home from the mall. Bobbie was no where to be seen. He went to the bedroom. She was sleeping. She was still very tired. “Bobbie, wake up. Babycakes.” “Mmmm. Let me sleep.” “No, I want to show you some things that I got.” “They better be good.” She sat up. “They are.” He grabbed two bags and put them on the bed. Inside were sleepers, undershirts, socks, rattles, and a teddy bear. “Oh Patrick. Everything is so nice.” “You haven’t seen the best.” It was a black t-shirt. Printed on it said ‘I’m cool because my dad is in a band’ She laughed. “I love it. You are going to be a terrific daddy.” He kissed her. “And you mommy, will be the best. I have a show tonight. Will you be alright?” “Of course. I think the baby and I will watch Rushmore.” “Maybe I’ll stay home.” “Go. You can watch it anytime.” Patrick got dressed and kissed Bobbie and her belly. She made some popcorn and put the DVD in.
Halfway through the movie someone knocked on the door. She answered it. “Jackson. No, I have a restraining order against you.” “Yeah. I know. I’m taking you back with me.” She tried to close the door, but he was quick and was in the house. “So where is Patty?” “Um, he’s in the bedroom, so you better leave.” “I don’t think so. I seen him leave with his guitar.” “Do you want anything to drink or eat?” “No, all I want is you my little slut.” “Please Jackson.” She backed away from him, but she fell down. He got on top of her. “Jackson, please get off.” She started hitting him and kicking him. He punched her in the face. She stopped. He ripped her pajama bottoms and panties off. Then he grabbed her t-shirt and ripped it off. “Jackson, you can’t do this.” “Well, I am. I’m claiming what is mine. Remember you are always mine. Patrick can’t have you.” He put two fingers inside of her. “Just as I remembered. She was crying. “Jackson, I’m pregnant. Please don’t. Your going to hurt the baby.” His eyes showed new anger. “His baby? You will not give birth to his bastard.” She was scared. She wanted Patrick to come home and save her. She tried to think of anything but what was happening. He slapped her across the face. “You bitch. You are suppose to be mine and have my babies.” He unsnapped and unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. He went into her. He was slamming into her. It hurt so much. She looked up and seen a picture of her and Patrick. She kept her eyes on Patrick. He came quick. He got off and pulled his jeans up. He then grabbed her up and slapped her a few more times. He threw her against the wall. “Please. Just leave. Haven’t you done enough.” He punched her in the face. She fell to the ground. “Please, no more.” I always liked when you begged. He kicked her in the stomach.
“What the fuck?” Patrick came through the door. He ran to Jackson. Bobbie was curled in a corner. Patrick was on top of Jackson punching him with everything he had. Jackson outweighed Patrick a good 50 pounds that was muscle. He was also 6’1 where Patrick was 5’4. But something overcame Patrick. He punched and punched. Jackson then got the upper hand and was on top of Patrick. He punched Patrick in the face. Jackson grabbed down. He had a gun. Patrick tried to grab it. It went off. Patrick looked down. He was fine. He rolled Jackson off of him.
Patrick ran to Bobbie. She was passed out. He grabbed the phone and dialed 911. He told them everything. He cradled Bobbie. “Babycakes, it’s going to be alright. He’s never going to hurt you. Please baby wake up.” Just then the EMT’s came. He watched them work on Bobbie and Jackson. Patrick hoped the son of a bitch was burning in hell. Patrick drove with Bobbie in the ambulance. They took Patrick in a room to check him over. He was fine. Then he went to wait in the ER waiting room. He just wanted to be alone. “Mr. Stump?” “Yeah.” It was the police. “We need to ask you a few questions about tonight?” He told them everything he knew of her past and what went on the past year and when he showed up. “Is he dead?” “Yes, but you won’t be charged because it was self defense. I hope your girlfriend will be alright.” “Thank you.” After the police left he went to call Pete and tell him what happened. He knew her mom was living in Paris. He called her too, but of course she couldn’t make it. She wanted him to update her though.
“Hey buddy, how you holding up?” “Not good. It’s been 3 hours and I haven’t heard anything.” Just then a doctor came out. “Mr. Stump?” “Yes, that’s me.” “Your wife is in bad shape.” “Uh, she’s my girlfriend.” “Okay. She was raped. Did you know that?” “Well, I thought maybe. She was naked when I got there.” “She will have scar tissue from it. We almost lost her, but she is alive. Right now she is in a coma. We had to induce it. There was some swelling on her brain from all the blows she took. I can tell you one thing, she is a fighter. She should wake up in a few days, but we just don’t know. She lost the baby. I’m sorry. I’ll make it possible for you to stay with her. You don’t need to follow the visitor hours.” “Thank you very much.” “She is being moved to a room. When they get her settled, I’ll have a nurse come and get you.” “Thank you.” “I’m sorry, son.” Patrick looked down. He didn’t know what to say. He walked back to Pete and told him everything. “Patrick, I’m sorry about the baby. I know how much you two wanted the baby. She’ll be fine. I know it. Do you want me to stick around?” “No, but could you get me some different clothes?” “Sure. I’ll be back in a hour or two.” Pete hugged Patrick. Patrick was in a daze. “Go to her and love her.” “I will.”
A few minutes later a nurse came out. “Are you Miss Madison’s boyfriend?” “Yeah.” “Follow me.” They walked in silence. God was so cruel. They had to pass the newborn nursery. He stopped for a minute and looked at all the newborns. “God, why? I wanted my little boy or girl.” He seen the nurse was still walking. He had to run to catch up with her. They went into a big room with about twenty private rooms. He could tell the really bad cases ended up here. Bobbie shouldn’t be here. “She’s right in there.” “Thank you.” He stood outside the room. She looked awful. So many wires and tubes. Her face was unrecognizable. He went to her and held her hand. “Hey Babycakes. I’m here. I love you so much. I need you to wake up and come back to me. I’m lost, babe. When I met you, you turned my life upside down.” He was crying. “God, Bobbie. It wasn’t suppose to happen. Why did I go tonight? I blame myself. Please honey, wake up.” He sat down without letting go of her hand. “He’s gone now. He’ll never hurt you again.” He couldn’t stop crying. I should of protected you more. Will you ever forgive me?”
Bobbie could hear someone talking. She couldn’t make it out, until she heard ‘I love you’. She knew it was Patrick. Why couldn’t she wake up. All she could see was darkness. She wanted to scream that she loved Patrick. She could feel him holding her hand. He was asking for her forgiveness. She remembered that Jackson showed up and hurt her. It wasn’t Patrick’s fault. She needed to tell him that. She had to figure a was to wake up.
Pete showed up. “Oh god.” Patrick looked up. “That bastard sure did a number on her.” “Yeah, I just want her to wake up soon.” “She will, Patty boy.” “Can you stay with her while I change?” “Of course.” Patrick went to change. “Hey sweetness. You gotta wake up. Patrick is a mess without you. I have never seen a man so much in love. Plus, me. What am I going to do without my girl. You know after Patrick, you’re my best friend. God, you are making me cry. And Pete Wentz does not cry. Bobbie, please wake up. We all need you.” He was sobbing. He felt an arm over his shoulders. “Pete, we need to be strong for her.” “I’m sorry. I know. I hate this.” “Me too. I’m going to stay the night.”
Bobbie heard Pete. He said she made him cry. She felt bad. She wanted to tell him she was fine. He was sobbing now. Pete, I’m here. Tell Patrick I love him. But no words came out. She was crying inside.
Pete left a hour later. “Pete left. He’s worried about you too.” He watched her. A nurse came in. “Hello. So you are the knight in shining armor. All the nurses are talking about what you did to that son of a bitch. Treating a woman like that. Fucker. I’m sorry. It’s just my mom was abused and I get a little emotional.” “I understand. But I don’t think I’m a knight in shining armor or she wouldn’t be here.” “She could be in worst shape. You did what you could. I’m going to be checking her vitals every hour tonight. You can pull that chair out into a bed. I’ll get you a pillow and a blanket.” “Okay. Thank you.” Patrick watched as the nurse checked her vitals. “How is she doing?” “Very good. I can tell you really love her.” “She turned my life upside down. I’m totally in love with her.” He laughed. “I’ll get you that pillow and blanket.
Patrick went to Bobbie. “Hey Hun. When you get out of here we are going to get away. I think we deserve it, don’t you think.” The nurse came back with the pillow and blanket.
“I’ll be back in a hour.” “Okay.” The nurse left and closed the door a bit. “Bobbie, I’m going to go to sleep now. I’ll be right by your bed in case you need anything. I love you so much.” He kissed her. “Goodnight Babycakes.” He ran his hand over her flat tummy. Tears came to his eyes. “We miss you, baby.” He started to sing.
“How cruel is the golden rule?
When the lives we lived are only golden-plated
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me
Though I carried karats for everyone to see
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me
Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams
When the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me
Though I carried karats for everyone to see
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me
And pray they don’t grow up to be
He almost couldn’t finish. He was sobbing. He held Bobbie by her waist. “I’m sorry. I’m trying to be strong for you. I can’t lose you too. Please Bobbie, wake up. You have too.” He laid on her for awhile. “I’m sorry sweetheart. You get your rest. He went and took his shoes off and laid down. Finally, after 3 hours he fell asleep.
She felt Patrick’s hand on her tummy. Patrick then said the weirdest thing. “We miss you, baby.” What did Patrick mean? Then he sang a song. It was beautiful. If she could cry she would of. She was so confused.
“Patrick, Patrick.” He thought he was hearing Bobbie. He kept his eyes closed. If he opened them he would cry again. Plus, he didn’t want to see her hurt again. “Patrick, honey.” He finally opened his eyes and turned over. He looked at her. Her eyes were open. “Oh fuck.” He jumped out of the chair/bed. “I’m so sorry. I thought I was dreaming.” He grabbed her hand. “How are you feeling?” “Sore. I heard you and Pete last night. I wanted to wake up so badly.” “I’m glad you woke up. You had us all worried. I am so sorry that I didn’t protect you.” “Patrick, it wasn’t your fault. Don’t ever say that. You didn’t make him hurt me.” “ Bobbie, there’s something I have to tell you. I don’t know if you remember everything.” “What happened?” “Do you remember Jackson raping you?” “A little. Why?” “Well.” He couldn’t tell her. He looked into her big brown eyes. “Fuck, I don’t want to tell you.” “Patrick, please. Your scaring me.” “With the rape and Jackson kicking you, the baby didn’t make it. The baby died.” “No, Patrick. Your lying.” He sat on the bed and cradled her while they both cried for the child they would never know. “It’s alright. Let it out. We’ll have another child someday. But this child will always have a place in our heart.” He wanted to take away her pain. “We’ll get through this. You and me. Why don’t you get some rest.” “Okay. I love you, Trick.”
~5 Days Later~
“Okay, take it easy.” “Patrick, I’m fine. You don’t need to hold on to me every minute.” “I’m sorry. I guess I’m still worried about you.” She sat on the couch. “What’s that?” She pointed to a box in the living room. “Damn. Um, I packed up the baby stuff. I wanted to put it away before you got here. I lost track of time and forgot.” “What is written on it?” “I put ‘For Future Stumps’” “How cute.” Patrick was still having a hard time dealing with everything. He was blaming himself. Bobbie was finally able to talk and not break down. “Are you going to start school next week?” “Yeah, I think it would be best to keep busy.” “Okay, but please be careful.” “Patrick, I’m going to school.” “I know. I just want to keep you safe.” “I will be.” “Pete, Joe, and Andy are having a party tonight. Do you feel up to it?” “Yeah, that would be great. Especially just to get out.” “I think you should rest now though.” “Okay, Daddy.” She joked, but after she said it she felt bad. Patrick’s face fell. “Oh god, Trick I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just joking of how you are treating me.” She went to Patrick and held him. “Bobbie, I want our baby. I was dreaming about the baby last week. If it was a boy I wanted to teach him guitar and if it was a girl I want to dance with her.” He broke down. They fell to the floor and cried in each other arms. After awhile they both went to rest. Two hours later they woke up and got ready for the party.
“Ready, Trick?” “Yeah. Let’s go.” They walked next door. “Hey guys. Come in.” Pete said. There were a bunch of people there. “There are some drinks over there.” “Thanks. Do you want anything?” “I’ll take a water.” Patrick went to get the drinks. She was a little shocked when she seen him take a beer. Especially after he got so upset with her. She knew he wasn’t coping well with everything. He wanted to forget the baby ever existed , but then today he really opened up to her. “Hey Bobbie.” “Hi Joe. How are you?” “Good. How about yourself?” “I’m actually feeling really good. I’m going to be starting school soon.” “That’s great.” She was watching Patrick talking to a girl. “Joe, who is that talking to Patrick?” “Bloody hell.” “Who is she?” “His ex, Allison.” “Oh.” All of a sudden she wanted to leave. “Don’t worry. He loves you. I don’t think he ever loved her.” “Thanks, Joe.” Patrick walked back to Bobbie. “Here’s your water.” “Thank you.” “Patrick, how are you doing?” “Alright.” “I’m going to go and find a girl.” Joe said. He didn’t want to get in the middle of that. “Patrick, why are you drinking?” “Because I want to. I want one night where I don’t feel the pain.” With that he walked away from her. She was shocked. He never talked to her like that. She went to the bathroom. Tears were stinging her eyes. She wiped her eyes and fixed her make-up. There was a knock on the door. “Just a minute.” She made sure she didn’t look like she was crying. She opened the door and came face to face with Allison. “Oh, hi. You must be Bobbie. I’m Pattycakes’ old girlfriend.” “Nice to meet you. I have to go. Talk to you later.” She walked away. “Bitch.” Bobbie whispered.
She couldn’t find Patrick. After a half hour she went to Pete’s room to watch some TV. “Hiya, Hem.” The puppy was asleep on Pete’s bed. He looked up. He loved Bobbie. “You haven’t seen Patrick, have you?” Hemmy just looked at her. She turned the T.V. on and watch C.S.I. She fell asleep with Hemmy. A hour later Pete came in. “Well, well, are you here for me?” Bobbie woke up. “Pete, I hope you aren’t mad. I had to get away from Allison.” “It’s alright. You need to get Patrick and take your boy home. He’s had a little too much to drink.” “Okay. See ya later, Hem.” She kissed the puppy. She walked to the door. “What do I get?” “Goodbye Pete.”
She went to find Patrick again. He wasn’t on the main floor. She went to the basement. On one of the chairs Allison was sitting on top of Patrick. They were kissing. “Oh god.” She ran up the stairs and ran into Pete. “Hey, hold on. What’s up?” “Nothing.” She ran out of the house and went home. She locked the bedroom door. There was a knock. “Bobbie, it’s Pete. Open up.” She went to the door and opened it and then locked it again. “Tell me what happened.” “I went to the basement looking for Patrick. Allison was sitting on his lap and they were kissing.” Pete put his arms around Bobbie. “I’m sorry. I’m sure it didn’t mean anything.” “And that is suppose to make it better.” “No, it’s just I don’t know what to say.” She looked up at his dark brown eyes. She never noticed how dark they were. He bent down and kissed her sliding his tongue inside her mouth. She leaned back on the bed pulling Pete with her. He cupped her left breast, squeezing it. “Pete?” “What?” he was kissing her neck. “We need to stop.” “Do you want me to?” “No.” She wanted to get back at Patrick,, but not like this. Pete was nibbling on her ear. “Bobbie let me in. I need to explain it to you.” Pete jumped up. “Oh god, I’m sorry Bobbie. I shouldn’t of taken advantage of you.” “I’m at fault too. I’m sorry. I’ll talk to Patrick.” “Bobbie. Let me in.” Patrick yelled. “You sure.” “Yes, let him in. I’m going to the bathroom. Pete opened the door and walked out. “What the hell are you doing here?” “I seen her running out of the house crying and you were too busy fucking Allison.” “I didn’t fuck her. We just kissed.” “Just. You have a girlfriend. Need I remind you that she almost died.” Leave. I need to talk to her.” Patrick went into the bedroom.
“Bobbie, can we talk?” She came out of the bathroom with pajama pants and t-shirt on. “What?” She got into bed and turned her back to him. “Bobbie, please look at me.” She turned over. “Well, talk.” “I had too much too drink. I know it’s not an excuse. It didn’t mean anything to me.” “Okay. Goodnight.” “Bobbie, please don’t be like this.” “Like what?” “Shutting me out.” “Okay, want to know something. I kissed someone too. Before you came Pete and I were making out. How do you feel?” “Fuck. Why did you do it? To get back at me?” “Why did you.” “I don’t know. I just want to feel happy again.” “And you can’t with me, but Allison who fucked your brother can.” “I’m sorry, baby. Please forgive me.” “I don’t know Patrick.” “Please. She means absolutely nothing. Honest to god.” “Okay. I forgive you.” “I love you, Bobbie.” He took her face in his hands and kissed her. “Patrick, will you forgive me and Pete?” “Yes, I’ll forgive you. But Pete on the other hand.” “No. Forgive him too. I don’t want to get in the middle of your friendship or band.” “Alright, for you I will. I love you so much.” “I love you, Tricky.” They made love that night slowly and gently. Allison and Pete were forgotten for the night.
“You are 6 weeks pregnant. We’ll do an ultrasound today. We might even be able to see the heartbeat.” “When am I due?” “Let’s see. According to this your due date will be March 16, 2002.” Is there anything that I can do?” Patrick asked. “Just make sure Bobbie eats well and that she rests. The first and last trimester are the hardest. Ready for the ultrasound.” The went to another room. Bobbie got onto the exam table. The doctor put some gel on her lower stomach and put the ultrasound wand over it. “Here we go. Do you see him or her?” Yeah. Look Patrick.” He was white as a ghost. He couldn’t believe that he was going to be a father. “I see.” He had tears in his eyes. Bobbie took his hand and kissed it. “This flashing you see here.” “Yes. Is that a problem?” Bobbie asked. “No, it’s a very good sign. It’s the heartbeat. It’s very strong. Would you like a video and a few pictures?” “Yes.” They both said. After the video was made and they got the pictures. They left the clinic. She had another appointment in a month.
~Two Weeks Later~
Bobbie was finally getting over the morning sickness. Patrick was getting excited with each passing day. They told their parents. At first they weren’t too happy, but they got used to it. Patrick came home from the mall. Bobbie was no where to be seen. He went to the bedroom. She was sleeping. She was still very tired. “Bobbie, wake up. Babycakes.” “Mmmm. Let me sleep.” “No, I want to show you some things that I got.” “They better be good.” She sat up. “They are.” He grabbed two bags and put them on the bed. Inside were sleepers, undershirts, socks, rattles, and a teddy bear. “Oh Patrick. Everything is so nice.” “You haven’t seen the best.” It was a black t-shirt. Printed on it said ‘I’m cool because my dad is in a band’ She laughed. “I love it. You are going to be a terrific daddy.” He kissed her. “And you mommy, will be the best. I have a show tonight. Will you be alright?” “Of course. I think the baby and I will watch Rushmore.” “Maybe I’ll stay home.” “Go. You can watch it anytime.” Patrick got dressed and kissed Bobbie and her belly. She made some popcorn and put the DVD in.
Halfway through the movie someone knocked on the door. She answered it. “Jackson. No, I have a restraining order against you.” “Yeah. I know. I’m taking you back with me.” She tried to close the door, but he was quick and was in the house. “So where is Patty?” “Um, he’s in the bedroom, so you better leave.” “I don’t think so. I seen him leave with his guitar.” “Do you want anything to drink or eat?” “No, all I want is you my little slut.” “Please Jackson.” She backed away from him, but she fell down. He got on top of her. “Jackson, please get off.” She started hitting him and kicking him. He punched her in the face. She stopped. He ripped her pajama bottoms and panties off. Then he grabbed her t-shirt and ripped it off. “Jackson, you can’t do this.” “Well, I am. I’m claiming what is mine. Remember you are always mine. Patrick can’t have you.” He put two fingers inside of her. “Just as I remembered. She was crying. “Jackson, I’m pregnant. Please don’t. Your going to hurt the baby.” His eyes showed new anger. “His baby? You will not give birth to his bastard.” She was scared. She wanted Patrick to come home and save her. She tried to think of anything but what was happening. He slapped her across the face. “You bitch. You are suppose to be mine and have my babies.” He unsnapped and unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. He went into her. He was slamming into her. It hurt so much. She looked up and seen a picture of her and Patrick. She kept her eyes on Patrick. He came quick. He got off and pulled his jeans up. He then grabbed her up and slapped her a few more times. He threw her against the wall. “Please. Just leave. Haven’t you done enough.” He punched her in the face. She fell to the ground. “Please, no more.” I always liked when you begged. He kicked her in the stomach.
“What the fuck?” Patrick came through the door. He ran to Jackson. Bobbie was curled in a corner. Patrick was on top of Jackson punching him with everything he had. Jackson outweighed Patrick a good 50 pounds that was muscle. He was also 6’1 where Patrick was 5’4. But something overcame Patrick. He punched and punched. Jackson then got the upper hand and was on top of Patrick. He punched Patrick in the face. Jackson grabbed down. He had a gun. Patrick tried to grab it. It went off. Patrick looked down. He was fine. He rolled Jackson off of him.
Patrick ran to Bobbie. She was passed out. He grabbed the phone and dialed 911. He told them everything. He cradled Bobbie. “Babycakes, it’s going to be alright. He’s never going to hurt you. Please baby wake up.” Just then the EMT’s came. He watched them work on Bobbie and Jackson. Patrick hoped the son of a bitch was burning in hell. Patrick drove with Bobbie in the ambulance. They took Patrick in a room to check him over. He was fine. Then he went to wait in the ER waiting room. He just wanted to be alone. “Mr. Stump?” “Yeah.” It was the police. “We need to ask you a few questions about tonight?” He told them everything he knew of her past and what went on the past year and when he showed up. “Is he dead?” “Yes, but you won’t be charged because it was self defense. I hope your girlfriend will be alright.” “Thank you.” After the police left he went to call Pete and tell him what happened. He knew her mom was living in Paris. He called her too, but of course she couldn’t make it. She wanted him to update her though.
“Hey buddy, how you holding up?” “Not good. It’s been 3 hours and I haven’t heard anything.” Just then a doctor came out. “Mr. Stump?” “Yes, that’s me.” “Your wife is in bad shape.” “Uh, she’s my girlfriend.” “Okay. She was raped. Did you know that?” “Well, I thought maybe. She was naked when I got there.” “She will have scar tissue from it. We almost lost her, but she is alive. Right now she is in a coma. We had to induce it. There was some swelling on her brain from all the blows she took. I can tell you one thing, she is a fighter. She should wake up in a few days, but we just don’t know. She lost the baby. I’m sorry. I’ll make it possible for you to stay with her. You don’t need to follow the visitor hours.” “Thank you very much.” “She is being moved to a room. When they get her settled, I’ll have a nurse come and get you.” “Thank you.” “I’m sorry, son.” Patrick looked down. He didn’t know what to say. He walked back to Pete and told him everything. “Patrick, I’m sorry about the baby. I know how much you two wanted the baby. She’ll be fine. I know it. Do you want me to stick around?” “No, but could you get me some different clothes?” “Sure. I’ll be back in a hour or two.” Pete hugged Patrick. Patrick was in a daze. “Go to her and love her.” “I will.”
A few minutes later a nurse came out. “Are you Miss Madison’s boyfriend?” “Yeah.” “Follow me.” They walked in silence. God was so cruel. They had to pass the newborn nursery. He stopped for a minute and looked at all the newborns. “God, why? I wanted my little boy or girl.” He seen the nurse was still walking. He had to run to catch up with her. They went into a big room with about twenty private rooms. He could tell the really bad cases ended up here. Bobbie shouldn’t be here. “She’s right in there.” “Thank you.” He stood outside the room. She looked awful. So many wires and tubes. Her face was unrecognizable. He went to her and held her hand. “Hey Babycakes. I’m here. I love you so much. I need you to wake up and come back to me. I’m lost, babe. When I met you, you turned my life upside down.” He was crying. “God, Bobbie. It wasn’t suppose to happen. Why did I go tonight? I blame myself. Please honey, wake up.” He sat down without letting go of her hand. “He’s gone now. He’ll never hurt you again.” He couldn’t stop crying. I should of protected you more. Will you ever forgive me?”
Bobbie could hear someone talking. She couldn’t make it out, until she heard ‘I love you’. She knew it was Patrick. Why couldn’t she wake up. All she could see was darkness. She wanted to scream that she loved Patrick. She could feel him holding her hand. He was asking for her forgiveness. She remembered that Jackson showed up and hurt her. It wasn’t Patrick’s fault. She needed to tell him that. She had to figure a was to wake up.
Pete showed up. “Oh god.” Patrick looked up. “That bastard sure did a number on her.” “Yeah, I just want her to wake up soon.” “She will, Patty boy.” “Can you stay with her while I change?” “Of course.” Patrick went to change. “Hey sweetness. You gotta wake up. Patrick is a mess without you. I have never seen a man so much in love. Plus, me. What am I going to do without my girl. You know after Patrick, you’re my best friend. God, you are making me cry. And Pete Wentz does not cry. Bobbie, please wake up. We all need you.” He was sobbing. He felt an arm over his shoulders. “Pete, we need to be strong for her.” “I’m sorry. I know. I hate this.” “Me too. I’m going to stay the night.”
Bobbie heard Pete. He said she made him cry. She felt bad. She wanted to tell him she was fine. He was sobbing now. Pete, I’m here. Tell Patrick I love him. But no words came out. She was crying inside.
Pete left a hour later. “Pete left. He’s worried about you too.” He watched her. A nurse came in. “Hello. So you are the knight in shining armor. All the nurses are talking about what you did to that son of a bitch. Treating a woman like that. Fucker. I’m sorry. It’s just my mom was abused and I get a little emotional.” “I understand. But I don’t think I’m a knight in shining armor or she wouldn’t be here.” “She could be in worst shape. You did what you could. I’m going to be checking her vitals every hour tonight. You can pull that chair out into a bed. I’ll get you a pillow and a blanket.” “Okay. Thank you.” Patrick watched as the nurse checked her vitals. “How is she doing?” “Very good. I can tell you really love her.” “She turned my life upside down. I’m totally in love with her.” He laughed. “I’ll get you that pillow and blanket.
Patrick went to Bobbie. “Hey Hun. When you get out of here we are going to get away. I think we deserve it, don’t you think.” The nurse came back with the pillow and blanket.
“I’ll be back in a hour.” “Okay.” The nurse left and closed the door a bit. “Bobbie, I’m going to go to sleep now. I’ll be right by your bed in case you need anything. I love you so much.” He kissed her. “Goodnight Babycakes.” He ran his hand over her flat tummy. Tears came to his eyes. “We miss you, baby.” He started to sing.
“How cruel is the golden rule?
When the lives we lived are only golden-plated
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me
Though I carried karats for everyone to see
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me
Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams
When the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me
Though I carried karats for everyone to see
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me
And pray they don’t grow up to be
He almost couldn’t finish. He was sobbing. He held Bobbie by her waist. “I’m sorry. I’m trying to be strong for you. I can’t lose you too. Please Bobbie, wake up. You have too.” He laid on her for awhile. “I’m sorry sweetheart. You get your rest. He went and took his shoes off and laid down. Finally, after 3 hours he fell asleep.
She felt Patrick’s hand on her tummy. Patrick then said the weirdest thing. “We miss you, baby.” What did Patrick mean? Then he sang a song. It was beautiful. If she could cry she would of. She was so confused.
“Patrick, Patrick.” He thought he was hearing Bobbie. He kept his eyes closed. If he opened them he would cry again. Plus, he didn’t want to see her hurt again. “Patrick, honey.” He finally opened his eyes and turned over. He looked at her. Her eyes were open. “Oh fuck.” He jumped out of the chair/bed. “I’m so sorry. I thought I was dreaming.” He grabbed her hand. “How are you feeling?” “Sore. I heard you and Pete last night. I wanted to wake up so badly.” “I’m glad you woke up. You had us all worried. I am so sorry that I didn’t protect you.” “Patrick, it wasn’t your fault. Don’t ever say that. You didn’t make him hurt me.” “ Bobbie, there’s something I have to tell you. I don’t know if you remember everything.” “What happened?” “Do you remember Jackson raping you?” “A little. Why?” “Well.” He couldn’t tell her. He looked into her big brown eyes. “Fuck, I don’t want to tell you.” “Patrick, please. Your scaring me.” “With the rape and Jackson kicking you, the baby didn’t make it. The baby died.” “No, Patrick. Your lying.” He sat on the bed and cradled her while they both cried for the child they would never know. “It’s alright. Let it out. We’ll have another child someday. But this child will always have a place in our heart.” He wanted to take away her pain. “We’ll get through this. You and me. Why don’t you get some rest.” “Okay. I love you, Trick.”
~5 Days Later~
“Okay, take it easy.” “Patrick, I’m fine. You don’t need to hold on to me every minute.” “I’m sorry. I guess I’m still worried about you.” She sat on the couch. “What’s that?” She pointed to a box in the living room. “Damn. Um, I packed up the baby stuff. I wanted to put it away before you got here. I lost track of time and forgot.” “What is written on it?” “I put ‘For Future Stumps’” “How cute.” Patrick was still having a hard time dealing with everything. He was blaming himself. Bobbie was finally able to talk and not break down. “Are you going to start school next week?” “Yeah, I think it would be best to keep busy.” “Okay, but please be careful.” “Patrick, I’m going to school.” “I know. I just want to keep you safe.” “I will be.” “Pete, Joe, and Andy are having a party tonight. Do you feel up to it?” “Yeah, that would be great. Especially just to get out.” “I think you should rest now though.” “Okay, Daddy.” She joked, but after she said it she felt bad. Patrick’s face fell. “Oh god, Trick I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just joking of how you are treating me.” She went to Patrick and held him. “Bobbie, I want our baby. I was dreaming about the baby last week. If it was a boy I wanted to teach him guitar and if it was a girl I want to dance with her.” He broke down. They fell to the floor and cried in each other arms. After awhile they both went to rest. Two hours later they woke up and got ready for the party.
“Ready, Trick?” “Yeah. Let’s go.” They walked next door. “Hey guys. Come in.” Pete said. There were a bunch of people there. “There are some drinks over there.” “Thanks. Do you want anything?” “I’ll take a water.” Patrick went to get the drinks. She was a little shocked when she seen him take a beer. Especially after he got so upset with her. She knew he wasn’t coping well with everything. He wanted to forget the baby ever existed , but then today he really opened up to her. “Hey Bobbie.” “Hi Joe. How are you?” “Good. How about yourself?” “I’m actually feeling really good. I’m going to be starting school soon.” “That’s great.” She was watching Patrick talking to a girl. “Joe, who is that talking to Patrick?” “Bloody hell.” “Who is she?” “His ex, Allison.” “Oh.” All of a sudden she wanted to leave. “Don’t worry. He loves you. I don’t think he ever loved her.” “Thanks, Joe.” Patrick walked back to Bobbie. “Here’s your water.” “Thank you.” “Patrick, how are you doing?” “Alright.” “I’m going to go and find a girl.” Joe said. He didn’t want to get in the middle of that. “Patrick, why are you drinking?” “Because I want to. I want one night where I don’t feel the pain.” With that he walked away from her. She was shocked. He never talked to her like that. She went to the bathroom. Tears were stinging her eyes. She wiped her eyes and fixed her make-up. There was a knock on the door. “Just a minute.” She made sure she didn’t look like she was crying. She opened the door and came face to face with Allison. “Oh, hi. You must be Bobbie. I’m Pattycakes’ old girlfriend.” “Nice to meet you. I have to go. Talk to you later.” She walked away. “Bitch.” Bobbie whispered.
She couldn’t find Patrick. After a half hour she went to Pete’s room to watch some TV. “Hiya, Hem.” The puppy was asleep on Pete’s bed. He looked up. He loved Bobbie. “You haven’t seen Patrick, have you?” Hemmy just looked at her. She turned the T.V. on and watch C.S.I. She fell asleep with Hemmy. A hour later Pete came in. “Well, well, are you here for me?” Bobbie woke up. “Pete, I hope you aren’t mad. I had to get away from Allison.” “It’s alright. You need to get Patrick and take your boy home. He’s had a little too much to drink.” “Okay. See ya later, Hem.” She kissed the puppy. She walked to the door. “What do I get?” “Goodbye Pete.”
She went to find Patrick again. He wasn’t on the main floor. She went to the basement. On one of the chairs Allison was sitting on top of Patrick. They were kissing. “Oh god.” She ran up the stairs and ran into Pete. “Hey, hold on. What’s up?” “Nothing.” She ran out of the house and went home. She locked the bedroom door. There was a knock. “Bobbie, it’s Pete. Open up.” She went to the door and opened it and then locked it again. “Tell me what happened.” “I went to the basement looking for Patrick. Allison was sitting on his lap and they were kissing.” Pete put his arms around Bobbie. “I’m sorry. I’m sure it didn’t mean anything.” “And that is suppose to make it better.” “No, it’s just I don’t know what to say.” She looked up at his dark brown eyes. She never noticed how dark they were. He bent down and kissed her sliding his tongue inside her mouth. She leaned back on the bed pulling Pete with her. He cupped her left breast, squeezing it. “Pete?” “What?” he was kissing her neck. “We need to stop.” “Do you want me to?” “No.” She wanted to get back at Patrick,, but not like this. Pete was nibbling on her ear. “Bobbie let me in. I need to explain it to you.” Pete jumped up. “Oh god, I’m sorry Bobbie. I shouldn’t of taken advantage of you.” “I’m at fault too. I’m sorry. I’ll talk to Patrick.” “Bobbie. Let me in.” Patrick yelled. “You sure.” “Yes, let him in. I’m going to the bathroom. Pete opened the door and walked out. “What the hell are you doing here?” “I seen her running out of the house crying and you were too busy fucking Allison.” “I didn’t fuck her. We just kissed.” “Just. You have a girlfriend. Need I remind you that she almost died.” Leave. I need to talk to her.” Patrick went into the bedroom.
“Bobbie, can we talk?” She came out of the bathroom with pajama pants and t-shirt on. “What?” She got into bed and turned her back to him. “Bobbie, please look at me.” She turned over. “Well, talk.” “I had too much too drink. I know it’s not an excuse. It didn’t mean anything to me.” “Okay. Goodnight.” “Bobbie, please don’t be like this.” “Like what?” “Shutting me out.” “Okay, want to know something. I kissed someone too. Before you came Pete and I were making out. How do you feel?” “Fuck. Why did you do it? To get back at me?” “Why did you.” “I don’t know. I just want to feel happy again.” “And you can’t with me, but Allison who fucked your brother can.” “I’m sorry, baby. Please forgive me.” “I don’t know Patrick.” “Please. She means absolutely nothing. Honest to god.” “Okay. I forgive you.” “I love you, Bobbie.” He took her face in his hands and kissed her. “Patrick, will you forgive me and Pete?” “Yes, I’ll forgive you. But Pete on the other hand.” “No. Forgive him too. I don’t want to get in the middle of your friendship or band.” “Alright, for you I will. I love you so much.” “I love you, Tricky.” They made love that night slowly and gently. Allison and Pete were forgotten for the night.
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