Her whole body stilled in an instant. She looked at him. No don't leave me. She said to herself. I need you, I need to pretend your the one saving me from him She felt the tears come, this morning was so emotional for her. Usually they were never this bad. "But..Where... why" she had so many questions for him. She wanted to scream at him. If you were going to leave then why did you want to be with me. she screamed in her head. But she never said anything. She just looked at the floor. She looked up at him, and smiled, she knew he didn't really want her, just took pity on her. "That's great!" She said with a smile, but her voice cracked giving herself away.

Patrick looked at her. "Bell...I got a scholarship. A hockey scholarship, I get to go to a very nice school in Toronto, they are paying for everything except my books, food, and half my dorm money, but my father said that since I've done such a great job here, he could swing the extra that I don't already have saved. It's a wonderful school and I can't pass it up." he sniffled, looking down. "I am so sorry Bella, I am sure you think I am an idiot now. I love you so much, but I have to do this."

She nodded. "No no I understand." she said nodding. She realized she had been nodding longer then she needed to be. quickly she stopped. She placed the bacon on a towel. Just then she stopped. The room was spinning a little. She stopped to take a breath. Today had just turned out to be one day thing after another. Already had a frist boyfriend, that was Patrick no less, and was finding out in a month she would lose him. It was not fair. She thought to herself. She walked over to the kitchen skin and grabbed a glass that she had gotten out of the cupboard, and filled it with water. She knew what was wrong she was getting over heated. She quickly walked over to the kitchen table and grabbed her hoodie and took it off. She was careful taking it off, she was going to make sure that none of her bruises would show. under the hoodie she had another long sleeve shirt she knew she would still be hot but that didn't matter.

Patrick watched Belle for a minute and then hopped down. "Bell...Maybe I won't go. Maybe it would be best if I stayed here." he said quietly. He was willing to give up going to a wonderful school, practically for free and he was willing to give it all up for Belle. He loved her more than anything, he always had.

She looked at him wide eyed. "No. You will not." She said firmly. "You will go play hockey. Go to a great school, and have fun." She said as she turned her face back to the stove, and flipped the eggs she had started to make. "have you told your parents yet?" She asked him as she tended the bacon. "They should be proud!" she said with a smile as she put the bacon on the towel and looked at him with a happy gleam in her eyes.

Patrick looked at her and decided it best not to argue, he really need to think things through a bit. As she asked if he had told his parents he gave a very small nod. "My father and I aren't speaking currently and my mother...She bursts into tears everytime I say anything. I guess she is proud of me, but my father is mad." he said quietly. He shook his head, leaning on the counter again.

She stopped what she was doing and went over by Patrick, and stood in front of him as the new bacon sat in the frying pan. "Pat, they want is best for you, it's just..." She said as she looked at the ground "there going to miss you, And your dad will be running out of help around here." She said as she looked up at him again, and quickly back down again. "You know though, they wont be the only ones to miss you." She said with a heavy heart.

Patrick looked at her, nodding. "I know, I know, I just..." he sighed and ran his fingers through his own hair as he looked down, eyes closed. "I want them to be happy, I want everyone to be happy. I am not leaving forever, I will be back here someday." He looked up again. "I'm going to miss everything and everyone so much, I am not going to be able to come back on a lot of the breaks cause I will have games and practice, but I will try to come home whenever I can." he wrapped his arms around her. "I am going to miss you so much Bell."

She held back the tears she wanted to scream don't go but she didn't she wouldn't. It was selfish of her to wanted him to stay. She smiled at him. "I will miss you too." she said as she hugged him. It was amazing how so much could change her view of Patrick. To actually be able to talk to him and tell him these things, about her. "But hey, i will have your family, my friends, and o yah your cousins." she said with a laugh, as she backed up, to the fridge. Speaking of that were are they?" she said as she brought out the milk and the orange juice.

Patrick sighed, giving a nod to what she had said. he grabbed a piece of the cooked bacon, taking a small bite out of it. "I have no idea where they are... Breakfast!" he screamed as loud as he could. "That should get them down here." he said with a slight laugh, trying to get rid of the thoughts about leaving.

Kimberly came running downstairs and into the kitchen. "Breakfast?" she said excitedly. "About time, man you people are slow." She pushed past Belle and Patrick getting a plate of the food.

Bell laughed as she watched Patrick yell. "You know that's not very nice there not dogs." She scolded him. Just as she did she wanted to take back the words in came on of his cousins and plowed right through her to get to the food. She instantly lost her balance and landed on the ground. Mortified she looked up with a shocked look on her face, along with her checks glowing a bright red.

Patrick glared at Kimberly. "That was extremely rude and you need to apologize to her right now!" he snapped. He hadn't really been effected by her push, mostly moved out of her way. "Are you alright?" he asked Belle, reaching his hands to her to help her up.

Kimberly rolled her eyes. "Oops...Maybe you should just stay out of my way." she muttered, pushing Patrick again before she went and sat at the table, her feet up as she ate a piece of bacon.

She quickly grabbed Patrick's hand and looked after her. She went to sit down at the kitchen table and munch on the bacon she had made. "No no it's ok. she said as she stood up on her two legs. She walked to the table and sat next to Patrick's cousin. "Hi i'm Bell, I work here in the mornings and at night. I help with the horses." she said as she stuck out her hand.

Patrick sat at the table, knocking Kimberly's feet off the table in the process. "Keep your feet off." he muttered, sitting at the end of the table with his head buried in his arms.

Kimberly stared at Bell. "Uh...I should care who you are why?" she asked, shaking her head. She looked at her extended hand. 'Ew...Animal and farm germs.' she thought making a disgusted face. "I am not touching your hand."

She gave a laugh as she looked at the girl. "You should know.." she said as she looked at the girl. She looked down as she blushed. She had never been treated that bad other then by her father."I was just trying to be nice." She said with a sigh. "These hands made the food your scarfing down in your big fat mouth." she said as she pointed to it. "In case your were wondering." she told her. She was being honest, what she didn't say is that she had washed her hands before touching the food.

Kimberly stared, her eyes getting wider. "Gross, gross, gross, gross, gross!" she shrieked, spitting the food out onto the plate. She wiped her tongue off on her hands.

Patrick hid his chuckles, behind his sleeve and then stood. "I'm going to let you two talk. I need to go talk to Shiloh for a bit." he said, slipping on his shoes. He treated that horse like his child and he felt like Shiloh understood him and that he understood Shiloh. He had raised the horse himself, his mother being one of the first horses they got when she was a baby. He had to tell Shiloh about going away, see how he felt.

Bell got up as Patrick put his shoes on. "Hurry back, Beakfest will be done soon." she said she headed back to the stove. But wait she scares me. she thought to herself. She was not used to city people. She quickly whipped away some sweet with her sleeve. Once she heard the front door close she gave a thank you, smile and looked back at the girl. She seemed to gross out to be bothered with Belle. Quickly she took her long sleeve shirt off, revealing a black tank top underneath. She was careful not to let her stomach show, as she faced away from the girl. Just as she did this she felt the back of her tank top go up. Quickly she pulled it back down, hoping the girl had not seen anything. She prayed she hadn't, as she went back to cooking.

Kimberly had seen and the smirk on her face disappeared. 'That's not good' she thought to herself, watching Belle. 'Do I confront her? Tell Patrick? Tell my aunt or uncle?" She swallowed hard. "Belle? Does Patrick know about that?" she asked.

"Know about what?" she asked her with confusion in her voice. She looked up at her with a look of confusion on her face as well. "About me making breakfast? I usually do." she told her with a laugh. "Or about my tank top? I usually don't wear one at night, but its really hot in here this morning." she told her as she went back to the stove and flipped the egg. "What kind of egg would you like." She asked her.

"I'm not talking about either. You have bruises on your back. Your father hurts you doesn't he? I've heard my cousins talking about your father being strict, Patrick said something about being worried about you." she said softly, her behavior changing a lot. "Scrambled is good..." she added.

((Gotta go.))