Chapter 62
Chapter Sixty-Two
PATRICK
It’s taking so long to get any updates.
I almost throw up while Lola goes over the events of the afternoon.
The only good thing is hearing Elle punched Loop in his stupid face.
I hope she broke his nose. After Lola’s recap, we sit in silence for so long Jude grumbles about getting antsy before getting up from my couch and stomping into the kitchen.
I can hear him opening cabinets and pans banging around. “He cooks when he’s stressed.” Lola explains softly. I don’t really care what either of them do, I just want to get to Elle but they won’t let me leave and I want to pull my hair out.
After a thousand years, Lola gets a text alerting her that Elle is on her way home.
“Let’s go, come on!” I jump up, rushing to put on my shoes but Lola hasn’t moved.
Jude walks back into the room, three plates balanced in his arms. “Eat first.” I start to argue but Lola puts her hands up, standing in front of me.
“Eat then we can go, that will give them time to get home and settled.” I want to protest but I know they’re right.
I acquiesce and sit on the edge of the couch, mumbling a thank you to Jude as he shoves a plate into my hands. It looks like a simple pasta and red sauce but it smells divine and my stomach takes the opportunity to remind me I haven’t had anything to eat since breakfast this morning.
We stay silent as we eat, the sounds of cutlery knocking against plates and occasionally Lola lets out a noise of approval.
It is really good and I feel terrible for doing my best to eat it in as few bites as possible but my skin feels like fire ants are crawling over my whole body.
I jump up after I swallow my last bite, speed walking to rinse off my plate.
Dishes can wait but I don’t hate myself enough to leave a crusty plate for future Patrick. Lola and Jude are still working on their plates—much to my understanding annoyance—and I don’t want to frustrate them by trying to rush so I go to my room.
It may be overly optimistic of me but I’m deciding to pack an overnight bag. If there’s even a chance that Elle can forgive me, there’s no way in hell I’m leaving her side for at least 36 hours. God, I hope she will try to forgive me.
“Patrick, we’re done.” Lola calls, I hear running water and the clanking of dishes. I appreciate that but as I speed-walk out of my room. “Perfect, great, can we go now, please?” I ask, babbling eagerly.
Jude claps me on the shoulder, opening the door with his other hand. “Let’s get you to your girl.” My chest puffs in pride, she is my girl.
Once we arrive, Lola gets out and asks me to wait just while she goes in and confirms Elle is okay with a visitor. Jude doesn’t stay for long, giving me a nod before exiting the car and making his way to the Bunkhouse, I’m assuming.
I can’t stay in the car. I feel like I’m suffocating.
Once I’m out of the car, I take in deep gulps of air. She’s so close and I still have to wait. God, I hope she will see me. I don’t think I’ll survive if she turns me away.
The door opens, light pouring out and framing Mabel in a halo. “Get your lover boy ass in here!” My heart skips, she wants to see me. I drop my duffle bag and run. I can’t get there quick enough.