Liar // Patrick Hockstetter x fem!Reader x Henry Bowers

Twenty 》Sorry

You still had his jacket wrapped around your front side as he led you back to the water, one of his hands on your back.

"Look, I have no idea what you're planning to do or when you're planning to head home, but you need to disinfect that shit.", Patrick stated.

He pushed you down, making you sit on a stone as he gathered some water in his palms to splash your wound with it.

It was not do disinfect, but to clean some of the dirt away.

Henry and Patrick certainly weren't the best at cleaning or taking care of wounds, but they tried, so it was alright.

How the hell had that stupid ass stone given you such a deep scratch anyway?

His actions caused you to hiss in pain. And you didn't know why—maybe to spend comfort or something similar—, but Hockstetter started to carefully caress some parts of your skin.

You wanted nothing more than to jump away from his hands. But you kept in mind, that he was the psychotic one, not you.

So, you stayed still. Because you were definitely not planning on being found dead at the quarry.

Your body tensed when his arms slowly reached forward and wrapped around you. But other than that, he didn't do anything. He didn't pull you closer, nor did he try to break your ribs or something like that.

His arms were just loosly resting on your blank legs. His cold fingers brushing against your skin caused goosebumps to appear.

You were going crazy right now. If you pushed him off of you... God knows what he'd do.

And if you stayed like this, how far would he go? He hadn't done anything bad, yet, but with Hockstetter you couldn't be sure.

You felt simply uncomfortable at the thought of being hugged by your boyfriend's best friend while only wearing undergarments. And his jacket.

Patrick made sure to not touch the wound on your back as he rested his cheek against the area by your shoulder and scapula.

Closing his eyes, he relaxed. It was strangely easy to act caring and kind.

Well, not that he was ever going to be like that again to someone other than you. But he was somehow glad that you let him touch you.

He was sure, that he'd get to your heart soon and then he'd finally have something Henry didn't have. And have something, that showed him love like no one else could.

You didn't even flinch at his touch, a big grin was plastered on his face as he thought about it.

It's not like he had feelings for you. He just wanted you for sex and the feeling of being admired, since he liked to see himself as a God.

He'd love it if you saw him as one as well. So, he treated you like you were worth something instead of hurting you.

A couple of minutes had passed and you still had not relaxed into his touch.

You weren't going to just give in and act like nothing ever happened. At least that's what you told yourself.

Just because Henry had apologized and made up with you, Patrick's doing wasn't forgo-
"Sorry." you suddenly heard from behind you, the movement of his face pressing against your shoulder blade while he talked.

You stayed quiet for a while. Maybe Henry had talked to him? Maybe they had gotten to terms and Patrick finally understood, what he did wrong in all those years of agony?

The answer to all these questions was a simple 'No.'

He knew he had to make up with you to get you into bed and a relationship. It'd be easy to just sleep with you right here, it wasn't like you could do much about it...