Headed straight for Hell

Patrick x Reader

Movie: it 2017
You: (y/n) (l/n)
Your age: 17
His age: 18
POV: yours
Short description: imagine being pregnant with his kid and him saying it isn't his then accusing you of sleeping with other men.

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I stood in front of the clerk, my hands at my sides, shaking and sweaty, my heart beating out of my chest. Five pregnancy tests laid on the table. He looked at me and then the tests. He didn't say anything and scanned them, he then bagged them and i paid and left.

The reason for me buying five tests was because i had been feeling sick for the past couple of weeks. At first i thought that i had just caught a cold but then i missed my period. I panicked and bought the tests at the pharmacy.

Once i got home, i ran to my room, making sure my mom and older brother didn't see the bag and ask any questions.

I ran into the family bathroom and locked the door. I removed all five tests from the boxes and laid them all down on the counter. I was too nervous to even pee.

Once i finaly did pee. I used all five and threw them into a drawer to wait. I washed my hands and sat on the toilet lid, waiting. Time seemed to slow down. I could feel my heart slowly but loudly beating inside my chest, my mind was racing. What if i was pregnant? What would happen? Would mom make me get rid of it? Would she kick me out? Would she be disappointed? Oh god...Patrick. Does he even want kids? Would he want this one?

I looked at my wristwatch and saw that the time was up. I swallowed hard and opened the drawer. I turned over the tests so i could see the sides with the lines.

I could feel the vomit creeping up my throat. I trew up in the toilet and flushed it. I then cleaned my mouth and looked ath the tests again as if they could have changed or i saw wrong. They were still positive.

I fell to my knees, tears streamed down my cheeks. My cries were muffled with my hand. I sat there on the floor of the bathroom. Disbelief was what i felt but they were all in fact positive.

All of them were positive. Two lines. The two lines that would make some married women cry tears of joy, but for me, it was different. I was only seventeen, he was only eighteen. I wasn't ready to be a mom and he was sure as hell not ready to be a dad!

Sure, he was almost done with highschool but i wasn't, we both stilllives with our parentsand neitherof us had a job. We're still kids!. My parents would go crazy, he'd leave me. He wouldn't want it. I cant tell them.

A knock on the door startled me and moms voice echoed through the room from the other side of the door.

"(Y/n)? Honey? Are you okay in there? You just came home and ran up here and  you've been in there for a while now."

"Y-yeah m-mom...I'll be o-out in a f-few"

I silently cursed my stuttering through my sobs. She was silent for a few seconds before her voice was heard again.

"(Y/n), get out here right now or I'm breaking this door down, i know when something is wrong and something is wrong!"

I started to cry even more, this time i didn't even bother trying to keep quiet. My sobs could be heard throughout the house.

The doorknob was jiggled for a few seconds before it opend. (Older brother) entered the bathroom with the other side of the doorknob and a screwdriver in his hand, mom was right behind him, concern written all over both their faces.

I explained that i was pregnant and continued crying, expecting her to tell me I'd have to get rid of it. But that never came. She held me and told me everything was going to be okay.

A few days later, (older brother) took me to tell Patrick that i was pregnant, which was a bad idea.

Partick yelled at me, putting all the blame on me, saying that i was a slut and that the kid wasn't his, that i had been sleeping with other guys.

(Older brother) started a fight with him that was stopped when someone called the cops.

Patrick and i obviously broke up after that incident. He went missing a few days later like most kids in Derry. I met someone who loved me for me and didn't care that the kid wasn't his.

Fastforward seven years later. I still live in Derry. I moved out from moms place and got my own. I live with my now fiancé and seven year old little girl and my, on the way, twin boys. Patrick's body had been found in the sewer, it was upsetting, he was once a man i loved and seeing him dead of all things did make me feel even worse

A few years later and his scorched face still haunts my nightmares.

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I reread whats underneath and remembered why i wrote this onsehot, they are happy. They had a little surprise with the twin boys, one was a girl, we still love them though and my cousin is happily married to the guy who adopted her little girl ♡

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Everything happens for a reason.

So this chapter was inspired by my cousin. She got pregnant at seventeen. The guy accused her of sleeping with other men and said the kid wasnt his. He fled town and we have no idea where he is now and we couldn't care less. She has an amazing fiancé, the sweetest seven year old little girl and twin boys on the way. Not everything always works out as planned but they do work out somehow.

Sorry if the chapter itself sucked, i just needed to get her story out there to tell people not to give up and to just keep on trying until everything is set in place and works out.