My mother laughed as we played cards and watched a rerun of Friends. I could only smile but it was better then nothing. She looked at me with wholesome eyes, "Son....why don't you talk?" She lightly put her hand on my face and smiled. I shrugged then wrote 'I believe that people shouldn't know because they're cruel to me...'

She nodded, "Yeah I probably would do the same." She laughed but she sounded so hurt, I looked down in guilt. "Honey, don't feel bad....after all, I've been you're worst nightmare for so- long...." she had and airy laugh at the end of her sentence, then looked down. I could tell she was ashamed to be here in front of me, to be alive.

I hugged her, "I lo-" She began to choke, I began to panic. I grabbed my mothers cell phone and dialed 911. " This is the police, what's your emergency?" The man on the other end asked, nothing..."Hello, if there is someone on the other end and you can't speak, push a button" I did as told, "Okay good, if your being held hostage by someone push a button one time, if not push the button two times..." I began to panic more, frantically pushing a bunch of buttons.

I dropped the phone on the floor and began to bang on Pete's door, he answered seconds later. "Patrick? What's wrong?" He asked, I began to pull him to my house were my mother lay on the floor coughing up blood. "Oh God!!" He picked up the phone on the ground and began to demand for an ambulance immediately.

We stayed on the line with them until they got here, we tried to keep my mother stable, to no avail. Pete just held me in his arms as I cried. She didn't make it....that last thing she told me was that she was my nightmare for work long....my mother was gone now....

I sat on my bedroom floor, my back against the wall and my knees pressed against my chest, tears of the oceans full began to come, I screamed as my mother lay dead in a morgue, The Scientist by Coldplay played on my little phone as I cried....it didn't help but it's tune soothed me as it did.

I began to get frustrated, in denial that she was gone, I began to rip the posters off my walls, I kicked a hole in my wall....then screamed again, Pete came in, practically pinning my to his body. I cried uncontrollably, as soon as I was calmed down a little, he loosened his grip. I turned around, crying into his chest.

"I know Patrick....I know, tel it all out..." he said. I pulled out a pieces of paper and write 'why?', "because you shouldn't very violent...." he said. He dried my tears with his sleeves, I sat back down onto the floor and began to bawl more. He sat next to me, pushing my head onto his lap so he could comfort me.

A man dress in a tux came to my house, he began to tell me that my mother was gone; not that I didn't already know that! Pete saw me tense up, so don't put his hand on my shoulders. The man continued to tell me that since that there is had no living relatives, I had to either get a job to support myself in this apartment; or I had to live in and foster care until I was old enough to live on my own.

Pete seemed frightening at my choices; I knew he didn't want me to leave him but he wanted what was best. "WHAT!" Pete interrupted the man as he babble and my opinion and there information about them. "Yes?" He said calmly. "Can I stay and live here with him?" He asked holding my hand tightly. "Well if that an option Mr. Stumph, that you would like to consider them it'd all yours. You just have to have enough to support you." I smiled and nodded.

The man left after a while. "So....we moved in together..." Pete said. I pulled out a piece of paper and pen out of my pocket and wrote "Isn't your mother going to be mad?" He shook his head, "No, she really doesn't care. Besides.....she was gonna make me move because of you..." he looked down and frowned. I took him by his hand and let him up the steps of the apartment.

His hand was soft, sweaty but cold. Once we were in my mothers room I closed then door and lay down face up, staring at the celing. He lie next to me, his long black hair was shinny and lay flat against his head. He was so.....attractive. I looked over at him and he looked at me.

"Patrick?" I said nothing. "Patrick....please....speak...." I shook my head. He sighed, "Okay, but when?" He asked, he looked me straight in the eyes with his puppy dog, dark brown ones. I shrugged, he smiled and leaned in closer to kiss me. He sat on side as he continued to kiss me, I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck.

He ran my hand over his chest, I slowly began to remove his clothing. His aw-so-perfect body was covered in all sorts of tattoos. The ones that stuck out to me were the bobbed wire necklace and a bat shape with a heat in the middle near is....He began to kiss my neck, I bit my lip as he did.

He removed my shirt and my chest was revealed. He saw everything...I had forgotten about them but they were always still there. "Pa-," He covered his mouth "Patrick wha- whats this?" I blushed as he ran his fingers over the scares, some where newish, most relatively old. I went to quickly reach for my shirt when he grabbed both of my arms and held them in the air. "Patrick! What's this?!" He asked more stern. Nothing I didn't say anything...

Sorry for taking so long, also I'm sorry about the mom dying, I know it's sad but it only goes down from here. Might as well make this the down fall of Patty's life huh? Anyway I hoped you enjoyed.