Novel & Cerita Pushing Patrick

he began. Nothing. Not a shift of breath. Not a tightening of her jaw. Not even the blink of an eyelash. Patrick tried to smile, tried to soften his voice as if gentleness could rewrite the last year of violence. “I hope you can forget him,” he continued. “So we can move on with our lives.” Still nothing. Michelle kept wiping the glass. Patrick exhaled carefully. He tried again. “Michelle, ” She set the glass down and looked at him. Not with anger.

He said in a raging voice. Then he did something he shouldn't have done. The little bratty bastard shoved me hard on the chest. The motion was aggressive, but it barely moved me. Instead, it awoke something else. Patrick tried to step forward and intervene, but I furtively gestured for him or anyone else to halt. He obeyed immediately. The other one, sitting across from him, presumably his friend, stood up and tapped him on the back. “Come on, Tate, that's enough.” He whispered softly.

His head rested on her neck, and his heart was beating wildly. Patrick saw the SUV lose control and almost crashed the guardrail several times. He was nervous and worried. He said in his heart, 'Gloria, you have no idea how scared I was?' He wanted to tell her that. But Gloria pushed him away. Patrick was caught off guard and pushed out of the car. He staggered, while Gloria ran away like a madman. "Don't run! It's me! It's all right! Gloria, don't be afraid!" Patrick chased after her with large strides.

P.o.V. Narrator Patrick could hardly contain himself as they pulled up to the High Valley pack house. He barely waited for the car to stop before jumping out and heading towards the trunk. He bounced impatiently shooting glares at the warrior who drove them who went to speak with a warrior from High Valley before opening the trunk. When the man finally turned around, he looked surprised to see Patrick waiting there and quickly fumbled in his pocket for the keys to unlock it.

If only Rachel could understand, see the sparkle in their son’s eyes. But a small sliver of doubt rippled through him. Because maybe Rachel was right. Patrick was a people-pleaser, after all. He hated disappointing folks, especially his parents, always willing to do his best for them. Maybe Black River Falls was too much for him. Maybe he was scared but was putting on a good show for his parents, for him, especially. He squeezed Patrick’s shoulders again. “Y’know, it’s been a heckuva day, Pat. A great one, and I’m proud. Don’t need to ride this one, if you don’t want to. Got nothing to prove to me, pal.”