I was sitting in the cafe that the note told me to be at. I was drinking coffee since I figured it would take Bill a while to get done with whatever he wanted to meet me with. The black liquid tasted sweet with the sugar and cream in it, and soon it was gone. I sighed and looked at everything else they had on the menu. The waitress come over and I asked for some tea. She said sure, and I smiled. It was Patrick's favorite drink. I remembered that he once called it a hug in a cup. My husband can be weird, but that is why I love him. 

I took a sip of the warm, brown liquid, and closed my eyes. I pictured that Patrick was across from me laughing just cause he could. He would have a cup to his lips and be telling me about something, or I would be telling him something. It felt good that I could do this, but when I opened my eyes, the picture was gone. I sighed and placed the cup down. 

"What is it that you are drinking?" someone asked me from behind. I turned and saw Bill standing there, a smile on his face. 

"Tea," I answered has he sat down. He wasn't the man I wanted across from me, and he had that man. I sighed again. 

"So do you want to know why I asked you to come down here?" 

"Yes." 

"It's for your monthly Patrick report. Would you like to hear it now?" 

"Yes please," I answered quickly. "Is he okay?" 

"I'm afraid that he broke one of my rules and I had to beat him again. I didn't think that someone's eye could be so black so fast." 

"What is wrong with him?" I asked, gripping my pants leg so I didn't punch him. 

"Both eyes are black. His nose is still quite bad come to think of it. His arm seems to be twisted, and he is covered in bruises. I don't think I have ever seen a man in such bad shape. I don't think I know my own strength." 

"You did all of that to him?" 

"With my bare hands." 

I just stared at him. He touched Patrick. He beat Patrick. He hurt Patrick. It was taking all my will to not yell at him and keep my anger. I just looked at him. 

"Why would you do that? What did he do?" 

"He said your name." 

"My name? You beat Patrick just because he said my name?" 

"I did. I have rules for him has well has you. He is just the one who gets punished since I can't really do a thing to you." 

"I don't see why though." 

"It's to hurt you. I can't physical touch you, but I know that every time I lay one hand on Patrick, you feel the pain. You feel like you hurt him, like all of it is your fault. You are too loyal to not to. Or so I think you are. You will never stop loving him, and we both know it. Matt is just a game, and unless you somehow kiss him, you won't convince me that you love Matt. I'm sure that will never happen since your heart lies with Patrick Jane." 

"Shut up," I said, not looking at him. I saw Bill raise an eyebrow at me. 

"Pardon me?" 

"I don't want to hear this. I don't want to know that I can't protect him, and I don't want to feel this way! I just want Patrick back. Haven't you hurt me enough? What did I do to deserve this? What could I have done that is so bad that I get hurt over and over again in my life?" 

"The fact that you don't know might be why. I'll tell you what you did. You wouldn't stop. When I did something that was against the law, you were there to stop me. You swore that you would take down the Red Stars, and I can't let you do that. You are a thorn in my side, but instead of you hurting me, I chose to let you be the one in pain. I won't let you take down the Red Stars. I worked too hard to put it together, even got your father to join, but the fool quite when he had you. Even has a child I knew you would cause trouble. Who would of guess that I was right?" 

I don't even know when I made the fist. I don't even know when I punched him in the nose, or knocked him out of his chair. One moment I was looking at him, and the next I was standing over him, his blood on my knuckles, him on the ground, holding his bleeding nose. He looked up at me, and he smiled. 

"I finally did it," he said, and laughed. "I finally drove you over the edge. I didn't think I would ever be able to do it. So when Patrick fell, he cried. When you fell you got angry. And for that he will pay." Bill stood up and took my hand in his own. "I think Patrick will be getting a few more wounds to add. Good bye Missy. I hope you think about what you just did." 

I watched Bill walk away, not even trying to hid the fact I just broke his nose. He just walked away with a smile, leaving me to have people look at me. I sat down and placed my head in my hands. I did go over the edge. I've been holding on by my finger tips for so long, the wind and rain making it hard to hold on. Finally he won. He beat me at something I swore I would never do. Maybe killing him would be out of selfish reasons, something my kids didn't want. Yet I didn't know. 

I was done falling in the black. I had finally hit the bottom, and it wasn't pretty. It wasn't a place I wanted to be at all. 

That was interesting to write. I really liked to write things like this, but trust me, we have a few more things to go through. Let me know what you thought of this one. Peace out my Stars!