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

Forty-Two 》A Friend's Friends

August 13, 1988

"[Y/n], it's your friends!", your mother happily shouted from the kitchen when she saw the trans am pull up in front of your house.

She was happy you had finally found some contacts in town. You had always seemed as pretty much of a loner to her, apart from playing silly games with her oldest son when you two were younger. But now, you had friends.

That was at least what she thought.

She thought the kind boy Patrick had introduced you to his group of friends and you all were willingly hanging out around each other.

Yet, that wasn't fully true... Even though you hung out together, you had to come with them. Whether you wanted to or not. Patrick demanded that you were with him pretty much all the time.

Well, while he was with Victor, Henry and Belch. Whenever he was horny, wanted to feel good and loved or simply wanted to have a little fun, he'd order you to come over. And, being utterly and completely oblivious to what he was doing, you complied each and every time.

If he accidentally hurt you, he'd try to talk himself out of it. And you would simply let him.

But he'd feel bad, which he hated.

If he supposedly hurt you on accident, he'd blame you until you believed him. And that's just how it kept going for a whole ass week before it got even the slightest bit better..

Not that he suddenly had a change of heart... No. He just started feeling pretty bad about making you fall for him and surrender to everything he wants. He never knew that he could show such sympathy towards someone else.

Again, he hated it.

And he had to do something about it, because it was simply eating him up inside. When he would look at your sad face after he had convinced you to blame yourself whenever he did something wrong, it would tug at his chest.

He felt bad for you...
And admitting that to himself got him pretty railed up. The past few days he had been more distant, trying to figure out what was wrong with him.

The day he had noticed how drastically his pity towards you had grown was around a week ago. He had finally realized what he felt when he made you cry. He had finally understood why he always got so angry when you cried, even if he was the cause of your tears.

Patrick didn't like seeing you cry.

He had once, but now... something was different. He had immediately guessed that it was the closure between him and you, and therefore he had shoved you away for some time.

For round about seven days, he had only occasionally let you hang out with him and his friends.

Yet, Huggins and Criss had bugged him too much and since Belch was driving today, he had driven past you house to pick you up.

So, now he had to face you again. With his thoughts still running loose. Maybe he should just shove you into his fridge. Maybe not. He was just making sure all his options were open.

When the car abruptly stopped, you were already walking out of the house, ready to meet your 'friends'.

When you climbed into the backseat and got pulled onto Pat's lap, Henry puffed out air.

You could feel his eyes burning holes into you two as he watched your every move through the rear view mirror. And it sent shivers down your spine.

Vic and Belch greeted you happily and before you could even steady yourself, the car drifted off again, leaving your house behind.

Although he had kept a relatively safe distance between you two the past week - apart from three days ago, when you slept with him -, Patrick immediately laid his arms around your torso.

He placed his head on your shoulder and started sucking on your neck, causing your pussy to tingle.

Oh, how you wanted him.

"Pff, could you two stop that shit. It's disgusting. Patrick, your little slut looks like she's getting beaten every day with all those bruises.", Henry commented in a remarkable angry and annoyed voice.

"Maybe, if you'd pull some chicks, you wouldn't be as disgusted anymore.", Patrick replied, grinning as he let his hand slide up and down your bare thighs.

He didn't care for Henry. He didn't mind whether he or his other friends saw it or not.

"What?", Henry laughed, sounding a tiny bit eerie.

"You're one to talk. Every girl in school is frightened of you and comes running into my arms.", he added humorously.
"One would've to be some stupid and desperate motherfucker to fall in love with you."

Hearing this saddened you. You had no idea why, but you still liked Henry. You still cared for him. Hell, maybe you even still loved him! But he seemingly returned none of these feelings.

Obviously you knew that he had lied to you, Patrick had told you. Yet, you were still hoping for some sort of decency.

However, you supressed the tears that were threatening to fall down. Just as you were about to open your mouth, Pat's hand clasped over it and held it shut.

"Ditto, I guess.", he grinned, looking over your shoulder and at Henry. And you loved it.
Your heart picked up a beat as you heard him defending you.

Well, maybe not defending. But putting Henry in his place. You suddenly felt so safe after being not as close to Patrick for the past week.

Not even five seconds later, Patrick's middle and pointer finger were being shoved past your lips and into your mouth, causing you to close your eyes as a reflex. And you, immediately folding, licked and sucked them like the 'bad' and 'bold' girl' he wanted you to be.

In reality, he was using you like a toy. Making you his good girl, that supported all his needs and wishes.

But something inside of you was pleased when you then, after opening your eyes again, saw Henry's forced expressionless face watching you.

You smiled at him with your boyfriend's fingers in your mouth before you suddenly noticed Victor's attention on you as well.

With widened eyes you spat out Patrick's fingers and looked at him. Then, you both started laughing wildly. You couldn't keep it together and finally, for the first time ever, you felt completely secure around the four boys.

Because for the first time ever, your mind wasn't going on and on about Henry and Pat.

You felt like you and Vic could actually become good friends.

Your laughter was cut short however, when Patrick squeezed your legs harshly to stop you. This boy's jealously... damn.

Henry had reverted his gaze onto the street again and Belsh hadn't even cared to ask what was going on, since he simply wanted this ride to be over with.

He hated how Henry treated you. Even more how Patrick treated you, because he was your partner and supposed to be nice to you.

But he wasn't allowed to say anything. And since he had only heard about your relationship with Henry second-hand through Victor, he couldn't even comment on the mullet-wearing boy's behaviour.

Grunting, he pulled up to the empty school ground and turned the car off.

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Sorry for the long pause, again!
It's been fucking 4 or 5 months and I only now found the will to write again.

An awful lot has happened and I also didn't open Wattpad for a long period of time.

NOW, I'll finally try to pick up writing again.
hope y'all aren't mad :)