You tried running away sideways, but you were quickly stopped by Patrick, who grabbed you by your arm and tossed you away from the building, down onto the grass a few feet next to it.
He and Patrick got near you again, before they squated down on either side of your quivering body.
You held up your hands in defense.
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This could be triggering! There's gonna be harm done to [y/n] by Patrick and Henry.
"You weren't planning on leaving Derry without saying goodbye to your good old friends, right?", Henry asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"No... you wouldn't do that to us, would you? We would be so hurt.", Patrick played along, his psychotic smile making you fear him even more.
Their words hurt you, because they shoved the fact, that these two were the only people who even talked to you right into your face.
Your bullies were the only ones, who gave a damn about you leaving...
And it was just because you were their favorite to pick on. You couldn't help it but feel pity yourself.
"When will you come back, little fucker, huh?", the blonde boy asked, pulling out his knife. He snapped it open and brought it dangerously close to the cheek he'd just punched.
When you tried to move your head to the side, he cupped your face with his other hand and held it still.
Meanwhile Patrick proceeded to move and hold both of your wrists down to the ground above your head. Now, he knelt above and not next to you anymore.
As soon as Henry realized, that you wouldn't respond, he moved to straddle your lap and increase the force of his grip around your face.
You whined and shut your eyes shortly after. "I-In a m-month, maybe?", you stuttered, trying to breathe steadily.
"A month sounds like a long time, doesn't it, Pat?", he asked, grinning down at you.
The taller boy just laughed and tightened his grip on your arms. "Hey, Hockstetter! Shitface! I asked you something.", Henry partly yelled.
Patrick answered: "Too long for my liking. Can't believe you'd do such a thing to us, doll." His nickname for you made you curse inwardly and he knew it.
You were totally disgusted and grossed out by being called these names by none other than this sick son of a bitch.
"I think a little reminder of us would be pretty nice.", Bowers said more to himself than to you or Hockstetter. "Hey whore, you like that idea?", he smiled as he grabbed a hold of one of your arms.
You didn't know what was about to happen, but since he had let go of your face you shook your head. You weren't able to get yourself to speak.
"I'm afraid, I don't care.", he told you, acting like there was some sort of halo above his head. As if he was sorry.
"Fu-Fucking A-Asshole...", you mumbled, more tears escaping your eyes and rolling down the side of your head.
"Shut it.", Patrick ordered. He knew what Henry had planned and it made you shake in fear not to know the same thing.
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Liar // Patrick Hockstetter x fem!Reader x Henry Bowers
Fanfictionin which [Y/n] Denbrough, the older sister of Georgie and Bill, gets into a lot of trouble due to protecting her younger brother and his friends from the 'Bowers Gang'. A clique full of douchebags, who have nothing better to do than to pick on the...