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

The first night

You lay in your bed, looking up the the ceiling, Still feeling the pain from the earlier assault. Your chest feeling tight, disgusted you sit up, unable to get those vile memories out of your mind. "I should have stayed with Bill while I had a chance... If he tries to do that again I rather die...." , you say to yourself as you get up and walk to your dresser looking at your reflection, your petite finger poking the mirror. "You fight back... You won't let anyone hurt you.." , tears filling your eyes, as you scold yourself you see a shadow at your window two yellow eyes and a wicked stomach turning smile, your heart races scared you turn to the window but it's gone. You furrow your eyebrows upset, "Urgh! Leave me alone!" You grab the small lotion bottle from the dresser in anger making your way to the deck connecting from your room and throw the bottle at a figure smoking near the drive way. "Fucking Prick Leave me alone! You pervert! Next time you get near me I'll kick your ass! Stop spying on me!"

"Ow! What the hell was that for?!", Patrick rubs his shoulder, picks up the bottle and makes his way towards you. "What the hell is your problem? If you wanted me to tuck you in baby girl... All you had to do is ask. Daddy doesn't like nor reward bad behavior.", he teases, tosses the cigarette butt on the ground and steps on it. He walks up the wooden steps and approaches you towering over you.
You frown embarrassed now,you step back towards your door. "I thought you were Henry...I'm sorry.", your voice softened. He looks at you his eyes looking intently at yours, "Why were you expecting Henry?".

He grips your jaw roughly his fingers digging into your skin.

Do I tell him? No, he is his friend. What if he tells Henry I told him? What if he does it too? What if he tells everyone that I started it?

You space out lots of thoughts race through your mind, you tremble, unable to speak. He sighs lifting your chin up to look at him, his touch is gentle now, his index finger under your chin as his thumb caresses your jaw tilting your face up to look at him, "What's wrong doll?" His voice being so calm and comforting. Tears fall as you tremble, he sighs as he embraces you resting his chin on your head, you feel his body warmth. "Let's get you back inside nights here in Derry aren't really safe.", he says as he walks you back inside your room locking the door to the small deck as you walk back inside unable to really speak to him, You didn't trust him your friends and even people in school would say how demented Patrick was not to mention Victor also warned you earlier tonight to stay away from him. You sat on the bed, "You can leave now. Again, I'm sorry I threw something at you.."
Patrick sets the bottle down on the dresser. "Don't worry about it. This just means you owe me." He looks back at you and winks. "You sure you don't want to hang out with me?" He sits next to you, looking at you he takes off his black beanie slicks his hair back again and puts his beanie back on, he raises his eyebrow.

"Why would you want to hang out with a chink like me?", you say looking down at your knees starting to feel anxiety you fidget your fingers on your knees. "Besides you are Victors friend not mine."

Patrick let's out a long sigh and lays back on your bed relaxing in your head he puts his hands behind his head as he lays , "I am not Henry. Why wouldn't I want to hang out with a pretty girl Like you babe?"
Your heart skips a beat, your face starting to feel warm , "I'm not your babe..." you reply softly remembering when you two kissed earlier in the car you start to blush. His green eyes look at you he licks his lips slightly his voice smooth and clear, "What about that kiss in the car? You have soft plump lips they are perfect.. Plus you owe me for throwing things at me.."You sigh Looking back at Patrick, "I said I was sorry... can you please leave now?"

Patrick smirks he starts shaking his leg slightly, "I just want to make sure Henry doesn't get any ideas don't mind me. He said somethings earlier and I would hate to hear it were true."