You Left Your Lights On Patrick Novels & Stories

“It's very hot in here; I was just going to the bathroom to cool off.” “A strange place to do that... Come, I'll escort you outside!” Patrick extended his hands, taking mine and dragging me outside. I was puzzled because we didn't go through the entrance, but rather the exit. Leaning against the side, I wiped my sweaty face and stared at Patrick, who was relaxed beside me. “I didn't know you liked nightclubs...” I commented, trying to lighten the mood, still looking at the door anxiously. “I don't like them...” He replied curtly, and I furrowed my brow.

Patrick comforted her: "I swear, I have no other woman. Once I'm done with these things, I'll take you abroad." "Alright, go get some rest." Patrick patted her back. "I really have to go." Eileen said softly: "Let me see you off." "No need." After tidying his clothes, Patrick walked toward the door. "Don't wait for me, get some sleep early." After Patrick left and got in the car, the driver said, "Director, the last batch of goods still hasn't been found." Patrick's eyes sharpened: "Have you searched everywhere nearby?"

Trenton turned off the television to talk with us, "Guys, do we need to stay together for a year?" "I would not survive because of how you snore," Patrick said while he crossed his legs. He was too pranky. Was he not afraid with Trenton's muscle. "What did you say!?' Trenton raised his voice and tried to throw his slippers on Patrick. "Hey! Hey! Hey!" Patrick gestured his hands to stop Trenton, "If you throw that and you broke something, I couldn't afford to pay for it." After Patrick said that, Trenton calmed himself and put down his slippers.

"I'll be back tomorrow. Got the whole ceremony set up by the lake. Are you all set?" I did not say a word. Instead, I hung up and let the silence hang. I never made it to the lake. Instead, I went back to the place we used to call home. Darren did not even try to reach out. He only showed up late that night, looking like he had been through the wringer. The second he saw me on the couch, I caught a flicker of guilt in his eyes. "Betty's not feeling great. She's lost her wolf, you know? She's pretty fragile… We can do our thing some other time."

The maids rush to clean up the broken glass, and after Lucas tiredly and gloomily walks up the stairs to his room, Patrick and I are the only ones left. He doesn't say a word, and neither do I. We just stare at each other with empty gazes that don't really say anything. After a minute, Patrick flattens out the wrinkles of his shirt, runs his thumb across the tie stitching, and walks up the stair case. I'm not brought back to reality until I hear his room door slam. Now I'm alone.

She nodded and left. Lucien dragged his fingers through his hair with a strained exhale. She did mention it—that she was going to make dinner as a thank-you. He wasn’t hungry, though. Not after what happened at the diner. The good thing was, Gerald wasn’t there for Patrick, his PI. Patrick had walked out ten minutes later with a takeout bag, his hat on and the toothpick between his teeth. He texted Lucien to let him know he’d almost run into his brother, but managed to keep his distance.

-he paused, looked around then lowered his voice almost to a whisper-"the timer? This is no casual firebug." The discussion seemed to have dropped a wet blanket over the table. People finished their drinks and began calling for their checks. "You have one more Kelly Day left, right?" Patrick asked. "Yes." He squeezed her hand, and when she looked at him, he curved his lips in a warm smile. "Then let's go home and make the most of it. Forget for a little while about this lunatic out there."

“Lay it on me.” Patrick huff from beside me as he maneuvers the car out of the parking garage. “You sound chipper for someone whose life is hanging in the balance.” I groan in frustration. “Ugh, stop being dramatic, Patrick. Tell me what happened.” “Well,” he starts but I find that the passing buildings outside are more interesting than being scolded another time tonight. “You certainly surprised everyone with your powerful speech earlier tonight. You certainly went off-tangent and a little more aggressive than what we talked about…”

Then he started growling like a dog, "AND I'M GONNA RIP IT APART, STARTING WITH YOU AND YOUR LIMBS!" Suddenly, there was a loud bang coming out of no where and all I can see was black. Please make sure there are complete series of CSI: Crime Scene Investigation in wherever I am going. I'm terribly sorry for not having the chance to tell you I liked you, Adam. "EMILY?!" ADAM?! The lights went back on and I gasped when I saw Uncle Patrick lying on the floor with his own pool of blood. And the lights was off earlier; I didn't black out.