care for me. (henpat)

the escape

henry's pov:
"victor let me the hell out, it's not a joke." he was just sitting. "i'll let you sit in the living room but i swear to god if you try to escape you will die."

he tied me to a chair and sat on the floor next to me. "even though i did this to you, i still love you. but after what you did i just cant forgive you." "this is what you call loving someone?" those words somehow reminded me of the ones i told patrick. it felt comforting to talk or think about patrick, i felt different around him. i felt relieved about everything going on at the moment. there was bangs on the front door. then i heard the back door slam open. "PUT YOUR HANDS UP. DONT MOVE OR ILL SHOOT." it was a police officer. he put victor in handcuffs and walked him out of the house. another police officer helped me get untied and helped me out of the house. "how long have you been in here kid?" i looked at him with a straight face. "i'm not a fucking kid and also i've been in here for 10 fucking hours."

i watched victor get into the car, i felt heartbroken because i didn't understand what i did to him that made him feel this way around me. but i also wanna know who called the fucking cops on that fucker.

it's been a few days and i was forced to go to victors sentencing. when i got there i walked into the room and all eyes laid on me. "Mr. Bowers please sit." the jury said and motioned me to sit in the front row.

"Victor Criss, you have been convicted of drug use on another person as well as grand theft. That will sentence you to a minimum of 7 years in prison with a chance at parole." Victor got up. "i wanna know something. who the actual fuck called the cops on me?" the officers pushed him down and back to his seat. "young man, that is something we can't discuss with you. it's a private matter."

i knew exactly who it fucking was. "it was patrick hockstetter wasn't it? you just covered up his death or some shit of that matter so we wouldn't catch onto your act. the jury fucked hockstetter, well more into words. THE JURY RAPED PATRICK FUCKING HOCKSTETTER. YOU PAID HIM TO FAKE HIS FUCKING DEATH SO HE WOULD KEEP HIS MOUTH SHUT." the jury got quiet. "that's not something i would ever in my life do." "then what the fuck is this?" i played the video on the camera in the room they were in. the jury was talking a whole lot but patrick seemed a bit weird. maybe even high.

"hockstetter, yknow your very fucking hot for your age." patrick looked at him. "i'm 18, it's weird. and also your married." "cmon nobody has to know.." "god i'm fucking gay for fucks sake!" the jury started to unbutton patrick's pants and touch him. patrick looked uncomfortable durring the whole thing. "jury, you should quit your job before it gets worse."

"and where the fuck is patrick." hes been hiding for 4 years, FOUR YEARS! his little brother is already turning five. his mom has fucking cancer." there was no reply. i got up and stormed out of the court. "missed me?" i looked up. my eyes widened.

"oh..shit."