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*Patrick's POV*

The police station was a disaster.

As always, the Chicago traffic was horrendous, and it took forever just to get to the station. We were better off just walking or taking the bus or Subway, even if it meant potentially getting mobbed by fans.

Once we did get there, the private investigator we spoke to the other day wasn't in. Skye had his contact information, and I had no way to reach her, so we had to wait for him to get in.

After that, her phone had died. It wasn't a smartphone, so no one had a charger. We had to run around the station looking for one so we could report the incident.

When I got home, it was almost 11. Alex and Alexa came running up to me.

"Patty!" They screamed as they grabbed onto my legs, making it impossible for me to move. Pete laughed and, being the anti social-person he is, went around me and locked himself in his room.

"Hey, guys. Where's your sister?" I asked while playing with their hair.

"We don't know, she was at the store thing she's always at. We've been having a party 'cus we were lonely!" Alexa squealed.

My eyes widened. "So you guys have been home alone?" They nodded their heads. "PETE!" I screamed, a hint of panic in my voice. They must have sensed it, and they cowered away. I put my hands on their shoulders, them flinching a bit. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I promise." I whispered.

"What now, 'Trick?" He sighed, coming out of his room. I stepped closer to him so Alex and Alexa wouldn't overhear our conversation.

"Skye's siblings have been here alone- Skye hasn't come back from work yet and-"

"Patrick." He cut me off. "She probably went to Aaron's."

I shook my head. "She said she wasn't sure if she would or not. She said if she did she would call me to let me know she would be back later, and she didn't call."

Pete's eyes widen. "You don't think this has to do with-"

"That's exactly what I think." I cut him off before grabbing my phone off the counter behind me. "I'm going now. I'll call you is something happens. Text me if I'm not back in an hour, watch them!" I pointed at her siblings and rushed out the door.

Please be okay, please be okay. I couldn't deny the fact that I had feelings for her. I liked her, a lot. If something happened to her, it would be my fault. I was the one who insisted at we turned her mother in. If she got hurt, it would be because of her mother, who would only be after  her because I forced her to turn her in. That was confusing, way to fuck everything up, Patrick.

Part of me wonders what would happen if I didn't take the Subway that day. Would someone take her back to her mother? Or would she tell the police herself? If she went back to her mother, she might be-

No. I refused to think of her dead. I quickened my pace to a speedwalk while I fixed my hat, and I bumped into a man in a black hoodie. "Watch where you're going, twat." He spat in my face before running away. What was his problem?

I began to enter the worse part of town, and my nerves spiked. Please don't be here, please don't be here. I pleaded with my mind, although that would do no good. I was surrounded by a series of shady looking alleys, which made me feel even moew uncomfortable and out of place. I broke into a jog and was about to leave that part of town before I stopped dead in my tracks.

In the alley to my right, lay a motionless figure in the shadows, peeking out from behind a dumpster. I raced over to the spot.

No, no, no. This can't be happening. My heart dropped at the sight in front of me. Skye.

"Hello, 911, what is your emergency?" The operator said as I called.

"I just found my friend unconscious and beaten in an alley, and it may be connected to her abusive mother." I practically yelled through the phone, my voice cracking at every other word.

"Sir, please calm down. We have tracked your location, emergency services are on their way."

"Thank you." I hung up and dropped to my knees next to Skye.

"Please be okay Skye, please." My eyes began to water as I stroked her hair. She had barely breathing. I checked her wrists for a pulse, there was, but her skin was pale and stone cold.

Even in the alley, beaten and bloody, I still thought she was beautiful. The way that her jet black hair stuck to her unusually pale face with dried blood and tears. I feared that I would never see those beautiful blue eyes look at me again, or that I would never be able to feel her perfectly shaped lips on mine.

And in that moment, I had realized something.

I was in love with Skye Black.

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*Skye's POV*

White. Everything was white. Where was I, heaven? Had my mother finally found me and decided to show me mercy, and do me a favor by putting me out of my misery.

But no, this was not heaven, because is heaven, you do not feel pain.

My vision soon faded from white to the cold reality around me.

I. Fucking. Hate. Hospitals.

Ever since my father had passed, I had become all too familiar with them.

"Oh my God, Skye, you're awake! Are you okay? Oh my God, I, I thought- NURSE!" Patrick had just walked into the room, holding a cup of coffee, and was way too enthusiastic. When he saw that I was awake, he nearly tripped over his own feet.

"I'm okay." I groaned, sitting up. But my splitting headache said otherwise. Patrick pushed me back down.

"Woah, no, no you're not. L-lie back down. Here." He handed me his coffee cup. "I was gonna drink it, but you're, uh, you look like you could use it. It has a shit ton of cream, hospital coffee isn't the best." He chuckled, trying not to stumble over his words. I raised my eyebrow at his sudden change in behavior, but he didn't seem to notice.

I murmured a 'thanks' as I took a sip of it, as the doctor came in.

"Ah, Miss Black, I see you're awake. How are you feeling?" He asked.

I shrugged. "I've been better."

He smiled. "Well, we ran a CAT scan, and there seems to be no brain damage. As for everything else, nothing is broken, just some bruising. You should be sore for a few days though, so take it easy." I nodded my head. It wasn't anything that I wasn't used to.

"You're free to leave whenever you wish. Your friend Patrick, who has never left your side," He winked, making us blush, "has already booked a meeting with your private investigator to find out who did this."

"Thank you," I mumbled before he left. Patrick handed me a bag.

"I-I packed you some clothes. I'm sure you don't w-want to walk around in that." He pointed to my hospital gown, and I giggled.

"No, thank you very much, Patrick." I took the bag and went to get changed. I wasn't one of those girls who took an hour to get ready, I just changed and was done. I didn't care what my hair looked like, I had just gotten out of the hospital, don't expect me to look like a model. I walked out of the bathroom as I heard someone squeal.

"SKYE!" Aaron ran over to me and was about to wrap me in one of his infamous bear hugs. But after he realized my current condition, he wisely decided on a normal one. "Holy shit, Skye, I'm so sorry. If I had just let you come over, you wouldn't have gotten-"

"Dude, it's okay. It was bound to happen eventually." He pulled away and gave me an utterly confused look. Oh right, he doesn't know anything. "Uh, long story. I'll tell you later. Who's this?" I motioned to the guy in the corner of the room. He had side-swept black hair, a beanie, ripped skinny jeans and a Ramones shirt. Damn, he's kinda cute. But not as cute as Patrick.

"I'm Connor, Aaron's friend." He shook my hand.

"Ah, you're the guitar player who supposedly isn't better than Aaron." I winked at Aaron, as he gave me a death look, as Connor gave Aaron a similar look.

"Uh, sure." He sighed. "Aaron had wanted to do a jam session, but I'm pretty sure your head is killing you."

"Um, yeah, but we can still hang out, I'd love to get to know you, if that's okay with Patrick." I noticed he had been silent this whole conversation.

His head perked up, he had been looking at his feet the whole time. "Uh, yea-sure, uh, go ahead. I-I don't control your life." He gave me a weak smile. As we walked out, I made sure to walk closer to him.

"Are you okay?" He nodded. "Are you sure?" He bit his lip and just nodded again.

He wasn't okay.

What was with Patrick today?