𝕸𝖞 𝖕𝖘𝖞𝖈𝖍𝖔.. {𝖍𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖐/𝖍𝖊𝖓𝖕𝖆𝖙}

- 2 -

henry sighed now fully clothed and fully bored..

he didn't know what to do, there were two choices, invite his friends over or to have a nap honestly at the time both sounded as bad as eachother. of course he loved his gang how couldn't he? but right now he was tired and they were too energetic.. another long sigh escaped him..

he pulled himself up and dragged his feet to the phone that hung on the wall about to dial the number just until BOOM BOOM BOOM on his door. the bangs were clearly very aggressive and hard making henry jump.. "what the fuck.." he cursed as he grabbed his small but sharp pocket knife for protection, hiding it behind his back while approaching the door slowly and quietly.

the door handle viciously shook like the person on the outside was desperate to get in, it was scary but in his mind he was stronger and more powerful than the thing on the other side so he swung the door open swiftly and pointed his knife out in hopes it would protect him.. he finally got a better look at who it was "Hockstetter?!" the other's arms and shoes were drenched in a thick red substance, his hair messily dangling in front of his face, red scratch marks crawling up his arms like an animal attacked him...or he attacked an animal "what the fuck took you so long?!" his voice raised at the still confused henry. 

bowers' focus was still stuck on his arms "what happened to you?! what did you do?!" he yelled at him using his hands to express how angry he was "ill explain if you help me, pretty boy~" Patrick grinned all his anger was gone clearly but henry's remained and got slightly worse because of his friends remark "call me that again and ill kill you right here right now.." he replied but still grabbed his medical kit to help "come here fucker.." bowers sat on his couch and patted the space next to him. Patrick gave him a nod and sat, stretching his arm out towards him "thanks bowers.." he mumbled quietly and leaned back it was obvious that he was stressed "whatever..what happened?" henry questioned while carefully wiping away the blood he wasn't too scared because it wasn't the first time he saw Patrick like that and he knew pat wouldn't hurt him...well he hoped he wouldn't. the dark haired teen shifted a little "well, I was at my fridge relieving some stress like usual and I was grabbing this cat it put up an annoying fight though and tore up my arms pretty bad but anyway..i grabbed my hammer and bashed its head in!!" it was creepy that he sounded so proud of himself "I cut open its stomach and strung it up in the fridge by its insides .." henry's face went pale as he looked at Patrick with pure disgust "you're a sicko.." 

"and your innocent?" patricks eyes went dark as he grabbed henry's wrist tightly "don't call me that when we both know that you have some sick thoughts too and I can name them...your like an open book when your drunk.." it sounded a lot more threatening than it should of and it kind of rubbed henry the wrong way so he pulled away from his grip and grabbed his blade "your full of shit!!" hen growled and pressed the edge of his knife at the others adams apple poking it "you shouldn't of come here.. your pretty stupid coming to a cops house like this" 

"I knew he wasn't here bowers, your a bad liar plus I know by now your daddy would be too drunk to even know his fucking name and you'd be on the ground CRYING!!!!" hockstetter went too far pressing all of henrys buttons because he had insulted something that Patrick was proud of until he snapped. 

henry's face turned red with anger, his ego and his pride stripped away from him because of one sentence "cocksucker!!" he swung at Patrick hitting his jaw making it crack slightly "I hate you so much!!" tears ran down his cheeks as he carried on attacking Patrick with his fists until slowing down from getting too worked up and tired "you done..?" hockstetter knew what he said was wrong and it was only right for bowers to react that way so he didn't get mad and instead just sat down pulling him down too "you're a bastard.." mumbled henry as he rested his head against pats chest, slowing down his heavy breathing matching the tempo with the beating of the others heart. a chuckle left the psycho before he raised his hand to mess with henrys hair "I know I know, but your a bitch" henry didn't reply and instead just closed his eyes accidently falling asleep on his friend who by now had already started carrying him up to his room taking off his shoes and henrys, getting inside the bed with henry still holding onto patricks yellow tom shirt..

the two boys spent the whole night in eachothers arms spooning the horrid atmosphere had lifted and turned into a more loving type..