The Nightmare leading to Summer of 1989(Patrick Hockstetter x reader )

Why are you scared?

The smell of cigarette filled the air of the car, your heart raced, feeling like a rabbit in a wolves den. Patrick is actively checking you out, invading your personal space. Not used to it you lean slightly closer to Victor, "Must I ride home with you? Can't I just walk? Mom said I could invite a friend over for dinner."
The loud engine of the car along with the loud Hard rock music making your voice unheard to Victor. "Why so nervous?", Henry turns around to you looking at you, his blue eyes looking at you, he smirks "Don't worry those losers wouldn't be able to take care of you like we can baby girl. Besides you are Vic's little sis we need to mold you up. With initiations.. So you can be a part of the gang..... IF we think you got what it takes."

Victor rolls his eyes, " We can leave her out of it... I don't like babysitting." Henry smirks looking at your timid face, " Vic come on don't be so boring, Your mom invited us to dinner and from what it looks like we will start with desert..."  Your heart beats faster, your cheeks rosey red from embarrassment and fear, afraid of the intimidating young adults, closing your eyes shut you shake your head lean closer to Victor , "I don't like the company you keep with, just let me out... I wanted to go hangout with Bill..." Victor shoves you to Patrick as he rolls his eyes in annoyance. You open your eyes and look down at your lap.

"Why do you want to hang out with those losers anyway?", Reginald says as he speeds, you look at him then at the road, you hold on to Patrick's leg scared, your heart races not thinking who you are grabbing on to, you just needed to hold on from the sharp turns. "They are my friends I hangout with them while I visit over the summer. We go play at the Quarry and explore around..." Henry laughs at you as he tosses his cigarette butt out the window, " What a fucking loser, You sound like an elementary schooler! Perhaps you really are already one of the losers huh? No wonder you want the stuttering little shit so badly."
Having a cocky smile Patrick turns to you slightly and puts an arm around you leaning close to you" Don't worry doll we can be your friends and hangout with you... Help you grow up... in the best of ways.." His voice calm and his lips brush your ear. You shiver and get goosebumps shaking your head.

Victor finds it cringy they like you, doesn't show it just stares at you uninterested, "Well now you are going to be with us. We are heading to Henry's house to practice our shooting until it's time  we dreadfully have to go share a meal at my house..."
You wipe your tears your eyes are now red and puffy, you look up at Patrick his face being close to your face, his green eyes looking into yours. You look at his facial features, you can't help but blush and feel intimidated, you look away, see Henry is still looking at you. "Oh come on little Virgin we are just getting started with our afternoon.." Henry raises his eyebrow at you. "Why are you scared? All 4 can take very good care you.. taking turns.. or all at once. You name it."

Victor has finally gotten fed up, raising his voice, "Henry cut it out she is not that Greta girl lusting over your dick. Man, and she is like my sister so this is all gross. If you guys want to hit on her do it at your own time and away from me hearing it." He sighs looking out the window . Belch drives onto a dirt road the sign reading 'Bowers farms'.  "Hey man we are just teasing her around.", Belch says as he parks the car.

You realize you held on to Patrick's Leg, "I am sorry, please excuse me." You quickly take your hand off his leg. Henry, Victor and Belch get out of the car, you follow Victor, you quickly stand next to him, feeling uneasy about being with them from the stories the Losers and other kids in school said about the Bowers gang it made your anxiety go over the charts. The sun slightly setting, you look around and you see Henry's house, a white farmhouse like building American flag out on the front of the house and a wrap around porch as well. Seeing the fields with some tabacco in the distance.

You see Henry hurry off to a cellar, Belch and Patrick wrestle over who gets to shoot first. Victor lights his cigarette he was clearly stressed, he looks at you as he sits on a lawn chair, "You are such a stupid bitch, why would you go run after those losers as soon as you get here? Do they not have freak losers in China where you're from?" He says with his usual monotone cold voice as he smoked his cigarette. You furrow your eyebrows, "They are not losers... and I'm not Chinese... Stop being mean, I am technically American just born in else where ..."
He blows out smoke casually, shrugging, leans back on the lawn chair, smirking his legs open clearly relaxed, he slicked his platinum blonde hair back.
"I don't give a shit what you are, a chink is a chink. You are still a waste of space, for all I care you are just a weight around my neck right now. Now sit down and shut up. Be invisible." He coldly stated as he continued to smoke.
You look around and sat on an empty chair, biting your lip making it bleed, not wanting to show him your feelings. You look at the two wrestling on the ground.
"Patrick you fucking prick let go!" Belch says trying to get free from a headlock, Belch's face turning red clearly upset. Patrick laughs, "Awe come on put up a fight fatty! This is too easy! You are not even trying!" Belch starts choking taps out, Patrick let's go of himas he  gets up. " Too easy." Patrick walks over to the gun in the shed, cleans it, winks at you. Belch gets up, coughing trying to catch his breath, shakes off dead grass and dirt off him, "Lanky fucking asshole.." Belch walks over to you and sits next you. Henry returns holding some bears, "Alright boys let's have some fun before the old man gets here."
Sitting down he tosses a beer to Victor and Belch, he whistles towards Patrick throwing him a can. Patrick turns around and catches the beer opening it takes a few drinks as he walks up to you and hands it to you, "Here hold it." Commanding you instead of asking. You hold the cold can, still timid the culture shock these guys were devils compared to where you grew up most of your life. Bullying, drinking and now even shooting things. You wondered why Victor would hang out with these guys if his parents had good jobs and made money why would they allow Victor to be like this... your thoughts were Interrupted by the music turning louder from a boombox Belch had, "Back in black" playing by AC/DC, becoming a little more relaxed at least maybe their music interests were the same as yours? Perhaps maybe you could help your friends be friends with these guys? (You are very naïve and have no idea what these young adults have done)
You switch your focus back to what Patrick is shooting, in the distance you see what looks like to be a scarecrow. His shots being precise. A smug grin on his face, "Beat that Bowers." Henry gets up finishing his beer, tossing the empty can on the ground, "Childs play Hockstetter.." Henry says as he takes the rifle from Patrick, reloading.
Patrick walks towards you with one finger under your chin he makes you look up at him, "You are in my seat doll. If you want to sit here you can sit on my lap.."
You quickly get up, hand his beer back to him and go towards Victor standing by him, " No thank you. I am ok to stand." , you say to Patrick, you look towards  Henry as he aims back at the scarecrow and shoot it's pumpkin head off.
"Hell yeah. Can't top that you assholes." Henry smirks handing the rifle to Victor. Victor gets up and takes the rifle walks over to ammunition and reloads it getting ready for his turn. Henry grabs you sits down on the lawn chair Victor was sitting in. He held you on his lap.

"Damn Henry, you fucking Vic's sis.. so soon too?", Belch says.

Henry eyes you like eye candy and holds the end of your hair. "You know what they say about short girls... I want to give her a nice ride on a 7inch all American cock." His vulgar language making the back of your neck get goosebumps. Disgusted you try to get up but he keeps his strong grip on your hip bone.

Patrick rolls his eyes looking at the group seeing they want to be hard ass but are more then nothing but all talk. His leg shaking and moving as he smoked with them, glaring at Henry slyly. Not liking how close he is touching you not showing any emotion just his signature smirk. "Guess we will find that out later on?"
Victor appears so be getting upset, "Cut the shit out man it's not a pleasant thought to think about. Plus what if she blabs to my parents? That's a rabbit hole I do not want to go through nor deal with." Victor says after putting the butt of the cigarette in the empty beer can then aiming at scarecrow.
Henry lets go of you and you quickly take the opportunity to get off his lap. Looking at you he laughs, "Relax I am just messing around such a pretty little thing might as well wine and dine then eat up..." You cringed at the thought, tears fall but you quickly wipe them away. "Victor I am leaving. I do not like the company you keep wit-" , you get caught off guard by Henry standing up pulling out his knife holding it to your cheek. "What makes you think you can just leave baby girl?" You feel the cold of the blade press up against your cheek, slight blood starts to drip, you feel fear and your legs tremble. Victor quickly feels the sudden change of Henry's mood and goes by your side, "Henry calm down. Let her go man..." Anger is clearly on Henry's blue eyes, you whimper as you feel it cut more, his eyes soften at your slight whimper he lets you go. You make a run for it, running away as fast as your legs can take you off the damn Bowers Farm, as you run you curse in your head and wipe your eyes wanting to just go back home.

Patrick's POV:
Damn it, fucking Henry always having to rely on his stupid little knife and kid scare everybody. Not that it fucking matters, No one is real... Everyone is non existent only me... Valarie.... Could she be real? Her eyes are the color of sweet honey just as her...   And if there is anyone that's going to scare her into submission is me... Looking at Victor he is too chicken shit to defend her...

Coward....

I have to play nice infront of Henry seems he has moved his eyes from that Cow Greta to My Valarie....
I regain my thoughts cautiously plotting and grin.

"Hey she wants her space let's let her. Maybe she misses St-t-ttudering B-b-b-bills dick. She ain't worth it guys. After that he will probably do something gay like walk her home. Let's just have a couple of beers.", I say as I walk over to Henry and Victor  shoving them playfully. "We good? Right?", I say in a joking way.
Victor only furrows his eyebrows, "Fuck do I care what that loser does?" He goes back to shooting. Henry looks at me smirking, "Well Hockstetter when did you become so laid back? If that were a loser kid you probably want to go set them on fire or some shit. But fine let's drink boy's fuck,these bitches."

Heheh Idiot....

3POV:

Running, you ran as fast as your legs could take you, feeling the pain of your legs worsen as you run, your chest starting to feel constricted, sweaty, panting hard you run into Eddie and Ritchie on a bike, tumbling over and scraping your leg and chin on the sidewalk, you whine and cough a lot, feeling you throat dry and coarse.
"Whoa,What the fuck?!",Eddie and Ritchie fall off the bike. Bill, Ben, mike and Stanley all hop off their bike and run to you, Eddie and Ritchie. "Are you guys okay?" ,Stanley asks worried looking at the blood on your face and leg. Bill quickly goes to your side and sits you up. "V-vvalarie... are you o-okay? W-what happened?" You embrace him sobbing crying your blood rubbing on his white shirt.

Trembling clinging to him, "Bowers."