62 - Stuck

                                    

                                          
A/N: This is just a part in a fic what I wanted to write--a war between the elites and proletarians. Then, at one point, after a massive bomb exploded (the bomb is from the elites), the main female character, ends up in the boundary that separates the two classes and lost her memory. And this elite who found her, would offer help. And the moment her memories returned, she sneaked out and went back where she lived, together with a news that a bomb is set to destroy the city. In the end, to settle the war, the elite, just like any other ordinary elite, wanted the female lead character in exchange of freedom. 
                          
In this part, "Patrick" is the pre-hiatus Pattycakes one while "Martin" is the Soul Punk era Pattycakes. 
                          
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Peeking on the window, it is visible that the military is announcing directions for forced evacuation because no one knows when the elites would release and deploy a bomb. 
                          
The last time they did, Pete almost died. He was stuck in the remains of his house for almost a week. 
                          
Everybody, and you, wanted to end the wrath of the elites but no one knows how. 
                          
As you were about to leave, the phone rang, making you to hesitate between going out and follow suit or answer it. It gone off for a while, but it rang once more. 
                          
"I thought you weren't going to pick it up." The person on the other line said. He heaved a chuckle and cleared his throat. "So, what have you thought about going back to me? The time alloted for your decision is wearing off." 
                          
"And you are preparing a bomb, I guess." You said, inhaling sharply. 
                          
"How would I forget your debt, Y/N?" He said. 
                          
"I haven't forgotten that, Martin." You snapped, trying to sound mad. 
                          
"Are you trying to be mad at me? Because even though we're a couple of distance away from each other, I could see you like a little kitten trying to be a tiger." He chuckles once again. "So, tell me, what you've decided?" 
                          
"You miss me?" 
                          
"So much," he teased. "Do you think I love what you're doing? Were those your childhood friends? Oh poor Y/N...she couldn't save Patrick, Pete, Joe and Andy." Martin said, offending you. 
                          
"Your conscience always call in, sick." 
                          
"My conscience would be back if you would agree to be here, in exchange of your city's peace." He purred. "Don't you think it's great? You can still save them, Y/N." 
                          
Your mind went blank, stuck between the safety of the city or your relationship with your friends. They would get mad if they heard the elite's offer. 
                          
"I'm not going to ask your response to my offer. Instead...you know the last intersection?" 
                          
"The place where the boundary lies?" You asked, swallowing the limp in your throat. 
                          
"Yeah. Exactly...I'll see you there in an hour and a half. I'm sure you know what would happen if you didn't show up." 
                          
"I know. You don't have to remind me." 
                          
"Great." He said, "And oh, another thing Y/N." 
                          
"What?" 
                          
"Make sure those scum wouldn't know or follow you."
                          
"Got it." You responded. "You don't have to call them that." 
                          
"Whatever, Y/N." Martin said, hanging up. You place down the phone as someone started to knock. 
                          
It was Patrick, calling for you. You didn't say anything and it killed you inside--seeing the person who's been with you, ever since you were orphaned as a kid, call your name and asking you to evacuate to the relocation area. 
                          
But you have no choice. You wanted to save, not only them, but everyone. Quietly, you went to the dirty kitchen and used the back door, trying to fight back your tears. 
                          
You started running away, making sure no one would see or follow you. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you cringed as you digested the thought of leaving them. 
                          
But for good. 
                          
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As you exactly reached the fourth intersection, a black van was waiting on the spot where it used to be a bus stop. The van's door open and there came Martin, looking ravishly beautiful and neat in his blue suit and blond hair. 
                          
He gazed at his watch and looked at you, "Thirty minutes early, Y/N." 
                          
"I'm not in the mood for your speech." You snapped. 
                          
"Chill, Y/N." He stood right in front me, shoving his hands in the pocket of his suit. "I have something to tell you." 
                          
"What?" 
                          
"Someone followed you." He whispered in your ear. You gasped and God knows how Martin enjoys your reaction. "Let me help you." He snapped and his men jumped out of the van, running to the alley and pulling someone. 
                          
"I told you not to let someone follow you." Martin whispered as his men brought Patrick right in front you. 
                          
"Patrick?" You called. 
                          
"W-what are you doing with an elite, Y/N? You know they're behind the things that destroy our city and even the one who killed your parents." 
                          
"Patrick, let me explain...I--" 
                          
"You don't have to explain anything, Y/N." He said in disbelief. 
                          
"Patrick, please." You went to him, grabbing both of his arms. 
                          
"I've had enough of your pleads!" He barked, the back of his hand hitting your cheek. 
                          
An anguish look was plastered on his face as tears skim his cheeks. 
                          
"You were like a family to me! I-I don't understand why you are doing this after all things that we've been through!" 
                          
All you wanted to happen is, the ground, swallowing you as embarassment rushed in your veins. Gazing at the ground, you couldn't help but sob. 
                          
"Patrick doesn't know what you have done for the people." Martin said, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Y/N, let's go." 
                          
Before you go with Martin, you looked at Patrick for a while. He's almost red, his tear gushing down his face and he couldn't look at you directly. 
                          
"Good bye, Patrick." You said sadly, walking to the direction of the van. Martin sat next to you and as the van door's closed, he wrapped his hand on yours and let you drop your head on his shoulder. 
                          
"He doesn't understand, Y/N. What you did, is for their sake. Welcome back, Y/N L/N."