Pushing Patrick Novels & Stories

Patrick finally moved, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the keys. For a brief second, Marcelline thought she had won. Then he slipped them back into his pocket. “You’re angry,” he said calmly. “I’m focused.” “You’re angry.” “That doesn’t affect my driving.” “Debatable.” Her eyes flashed. “You’re pushing it.” Patrick smiled faintly. “I’ve been pushing it for seven months.” “That doesn’t make you immune.” “No,” he agreed. “But it does make me experienced.” Marcelline turned away for a moment, staring out at the street. The traffic lights shifted from red to green, casting a brief wash of color across the pavement.

I stood up, preparing to walk away, but he violently pulled me back down. "You're not listening to me!" he snapped. "Because you're talking bullshit!" I yelled, trying to push him away, but his grip tightened as he dragged me back. "I wouldn't be standing here if this wasn't serious, and you know it. You know me, Lucille." Patrick's tone dropped to a level of gravity I had never heard from him before. He was right, I had never seen him look this deeply unsettled. He let out an exhausted breath. "Listen to me very carefully. The only reason your athletic career is still booming with everything going on behind the scenes is because she allowed it."

The responsibility lies on Patrick since he introduced his friend to her, causing them to be that close, which results in falling action. "Pat, it's okay. All we can do now is to plan for the next move so that we can help Ava to fulfill her wishlist," his friend says. His face has purple spots due to receiving five slaps done by the black men who caught him. His body weakens at that time, but his mind runs with anger, thinking that maybe Ava's ex-husband did it to him. And yes, he might be correct.