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

For thy lady's hand!

The warm sun warms your face the bright light making you shift in your bed, the sound or an alarm clock the bell's irritating your ears,you huff and sit up growing your pillow at it. "Shhhh!!", you toss back into your bed and stay in the warm cozy soft comforter. You close your eyes again and you hear faint knocks on the door leading to the porch.  You whine , you sit up, your hair messy rubbing your eyes together you see Ritchie waving. You get up tossing the covers on the bed again, you go to the door unlocking it allowing him to come inside. "It's about time you wake up jeez do you know what time it is? It's late the guys are making their way down to the club house right now!", Ritchie says as he walks into your room , throws himself on your bed, laying on it, fixing his glasses, "Oh wow they are treating you nice with this soft bed. My folks  have a water bed! But this is top notch."
You giggle and shake your head starting to gather your clothes , "Yeah they are nice parents.  Do you guys usually wake up early on weekends? Isn't it Saturday?" You question as you take out your hair buns and walk into the bathroom, you can hear him rambling on about how they want to do a lot of things in the summer and how the curfew limits them so they have to improvise. You continue stripping down you put on your plain white bra and panties. Looking at the bruises on your hip from last night, gaging remembering it happened in the bathroom, you quickly grab your tooth brush quickly opening the tooth paste and you start scrubbing your teeth, your chest tightens, looking at the mirror you brush your teeth remembering all the vile things, you turn your back to the mirror and continue dressing, you wore your faded washed skinnies along with your stripped baggy Shirt, brushing your hair you make 2 low twin tails. You rinse off the tooth brush and use mouth wash too, finishing up you peek your head out seeing Ritchie hasn't stopped talking. "When did they come out with the curfew? Last year there was no curfew.." Ritchie sits up and looks at you nodding, "Well to be honest lots of kids have been disappearing and some actually have been found dead.... Adults too... The town made that curfew in November of last year."
"That's a lot... So there is a murder in town?", you walked to your dresser and take your anxiety medications. You were terrified your friends would find out, what would they say about you? You knew everyone labeled Beverly as a slut you did not want that. Ritchie got up and poked your forehead. "Hey are you ok?", he asks looking at you. You could clearly tell he was worried about you. You look at him you smile as he smugly smiles and hugs you then puts his hands on is hips like a super hero.
"There is no need to be scared we will protect you. We gotta keep our friends safe ya know. Now come on!! Let's go out the guys are probably waiting for us!"
He stops and quickly makes his way to your bathroom, "Annnd riiight after I take a leak. Come on get ready." He closes the bathroom door behind him.
You go out to get your shoes from the front door of the house, you make your way down stairs trying to not make noise. As you turn around you see Victor, his platinum blonde short hair slicked back, he wears a baggy white shirt and some black skinny jeans with some rips. He brushes his teeth as he looks at you, "Where are you going?"
You nervously bite your lip, " ummm.... Well.... I would like to go and hang out with my friends... I'll be back before the curfew.." you say as you make your way past him. He grabs your wrist and narrows his eyes, he is taller than you, his blue eyes looking in yours he pulls you close to him. You could smell the mint of the tooth paste.
"Make sure you come back by 500pm... I don't want mom to freak out if she doesn't see you back when she comes back... Her and Dad went out of town on a business run and I don't want to go out to look for you or your remains ... I am going to a party and I won't be here... I will be back tomorrow afternoon before they get home.", He coldly states as he lets go of your wrist.

You massage your wrist and look at him, "It's not like I'm going to die.... And yeah I will be back... wait... I will need a key to get into the house or Could I go stay at my friends house?"

Victor frowns backing up a bit to the 1/2 bathroom in the foyer, removes the tooth brush out of his mouth and spits in the sink rinsing off the toothpaste, wipes his lips. As he walks to you he ruffles your hair and pats your head, "You ain't got no girlfriends to hang out and sleep over... All you do is hang out with a bunch of guys... which ARE teenagers and guess what we all want..." he leans down a bit his face close to yours. He gave you goosebumps as well as made you feel awkward, you blush. You back away near the stairway, frowning while looking at him, "Not all males are pigs but of course all your friends are so you must think all males are only after one thing.."