If you won't love me I make you.

📝Notes📝

Y/n pov :

Being Patrick hocksetters girlfriend had it good and bad traits like with the good traits are he's good talker and plays attention a lot.

He's bad traits are he a little obsessive he was obsessed with the little habits of mine.

I was walking in the halls when I bumped into someone I looked up to see a blonde hair boy with brown eyes.

Y/n: 'oh I'm sorry you okay?'

The boy: 'yea sorry,'

Y/n: 'I'm y/n you?'

The boy: 'hi y/n I'm Michael.'

Y/n: ' well I hope your okay.'

Michael: ' I probably shouldn't be talking to you unless I want to be burned.'

Y/n: 'ignore Patrick he overprotective plus he won't hurt you now your my friend unless you don't want to?'

Michael: ' thanks and I don't mind being you're friend.'

Finally a friend other then the bowers gang sure  they were fun but it get boring bullying after a while there was both new happening.

Y/n: 'what class do you have?'

Michael : ' I have English?'

Y/n: 'same come on let's get to class!'

Me and Michael walked to class. On the way to class me and Patrick made eye contact. He didn't seem mad so maybe he was fine with Michael I hope..

I was in class my head in my arms  well Michael sat next to me writing notes he was pretty good at English but me on the other hand sucked at it. Michael hit my arm with his elbow not hard tho. I looked up at him he passed me a note then when back to writing. Grabbing the note your breathing nearly stopped looking at the note was written.

Michael note: 'Patrick outside I think he's watching us?'

Looking up at the door to see Patrick looking right at me!

I looked back at my work luckily it was the last lesson I could ask Patrick the fuck is he spying on me?

The bell rang pack up my books stuffing them into my bag.look back at the door Patrick was gone.?

I said bye to Michael I walked towards Patrick why does he look mad at me! I haven't done anything have I?

Y/n: 'Patrick why the fu-'

Patrick: 'who was that boy?'

I ignore his question and want back to asking why he was spying.

Y/n: 'why were yo-'

Patrick: 'WHO WAS HE?!'

He raised his voice so people were now looking at us too.

Y/n: 'if you wanna know his names Michael and his my friend.'

Patrick: 'I don't like him stop being friends with him got it?'

Y/n: 'no I don't got it I'm not stopping being friends with him cause you say so.'

Patrick: 'we talk when we get home.'

I rolled my eyes I started to walk. I didn't wanna be in the same car as that asshole.

I got home I opened the door to see Patrick shutting the door. Turning around now and see Patrick shutting the door. Turning around now seeing him look down at me and was really close to me he grabbed my chin turning my head up now looking at him.

Patrick: 'your mine forever got that?'

Y/n: 'yes I've got that but my keeping my friends.'

I shoved pass Patrick to the kitchen to get something to eat.

Patrick: 'no you're not you slut!'

Y/n: ' excuse me?'

Patrick: 'you hear me slut.'

Y/n: 'get out Patrick if your going to be a dick.'

Suddenly I was slammed back to the fridge door my back hitting the metal Handel to feel a hand around my neck I looked up to see Patrick hand around.my neck and knife close to my throat.

Patrick: 'your mine forever got that?'

Sharp tears fell into my eyes I wasn't about to cry in front of him I grabbed a glass cup.

Patrick: ' your mine fo-'

BANG

I hit him with the glass cup he stumbled back I ran upstairs to the bathroom door and locked the door laying on the door I was so scared I started to cry a little. I could hear his boots but the steps getting closers to the bathroom door his boots stopped at the bathroom door.

Patrick: ' I'm sorry angel come on out I put the knife away.'

I ignore him and started to sob more Patrick could probably hear me.

Patrick: ' I am dearly sorry angel come out we can have a cuddles have a nap I'm sorry please come out.'

I stood up wiping the tears that were on my  face . I was scared to unlock the door. I unlocked the door to see Patrick the knife was gone I sighed relief. I walked over to Patrick cuddling him in fear? No love? What was this feeling?

Y/n: ' I-I'm sorry.'

Patrick ' don't worry darling come on let's have a nap.'

Y/n: 's-sure.'

God why was I stuttering I felt like bill .I felt weak..