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

Forty-Four 》His Actions

"Patrick!", you hissed loudly now.

After that, he stopped moving and let go of your hair. "I don't want to right now... get a fucking grip!", you cursed and stood up, storming out of the storage room.

"Don't fucking talk to me like that!", he yelled after you. He wasn't even mad at you, just perplexed by his actions. Why had he let you go? And why did he feel so bad for making you angry?

The boy couldn't really tell. And his confusion was displayed as anger.

What really did make him bitter though, was his friend's voice sounding through the hallway.

"[Y/n], shit! Is everything alright?", he heard Henry ask at the same time he yelled. And it made him furious... now, he appeared like even more of a jerk and Hen could play the knight in shining armor.

Patrick rolled his eyes as he stomped out of the small, closet-like room as well. His boots made loud noises as he did so.

Yet, he didn't even think about walking towards the two of you. He hated the idea of seeing Henry with him, he hated the idea of apologizing and he especially hated the idea of Henry taking care of you.

He didn't want to see that.

Although Henry probably wouldn't have had the chance to do so if Patrick had followed you now. However, he didn't.

And this led Bowers and you to be all on your own. He stood in front of you after you bumped into him, your eyes full of dread, panic and anger.

"What happened? I knew that fucker was gonna hurt you, that's why I came after you and now look at the fucking shit he pulled. You're crying!", he exclaimed, getting louder with every word.

"Henry, I-"
"No! No "Henry this, Henry that", alright?!", Henry interrupted your weak try of talking to him.
"But-"
"[Y/n], listen to-", he interrupted again, but couldn't even end his sentence.

This time, he just quit talking when you suddenly laid your arms around his torso. His outrageous thoughts came to a stop and his breathing got more steady, slowly letting the air in and out.

He was calming down before he laid his strong arms around you in return.

Within a short amount of time, you calmed down again. You anger and bewilderment towards Patrick still lingered in the back of your head and it felt too nice to let go of Henry.

It was comforting to have one of the two people you had feelings for hug you when you felt bad. Maybe Henry had used you, maybe he didn't reciprocate you feelings... but you needed him right now.

You had no clue as to why he would even care to take care of you. But you couldn't deny it... his hug was the only thing making you feel good at the moment.

All the back and forth, the ups and downs between Patrick and you had really sucked the life out of you.

You leaned some more into Henry's chest, shuddering as you felt so warm and safe.

A person you liked, even if that liking was involuntary, was keeping you safe. With Patrick as your boyfriend, this was something new and felt too good to be true.

You stared up at Henry's face while the boy had his eyes fixated on the back of the hallway, staring sternly in front him as he hugged you.

Whilst looking at him, you felt your chest hurt and get warm. You could feel your heartbeat.

God, why did you still have feelings for him?! He had only used you?! Or had he...
Maybe, just maybe, Victor had been right.
What had Patrick done that would've given you any reason to believe him... other than being there for you when you and Henry broke up.

"Henry...", you mumbled in a sad tone of voice. Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to talk. You didn't even know what you had wanted to say. All you had wanted to do was to say his name, as if to prove that he was really there.

When he let you a little loose and looked at you, you couldn't handle anything anymore. You wanted to kiss him, but you wouldn't.

You could never, ever do this to Patrick. Not even when he behaved like a total dick.

"Thank you.", you whispered and rushed past him. You rushed through the doors, past the group of boys at the table in front of their school and hurried home.

You couldn't take it anymore.

You just didn't want to be there anymore. It felt like the whole world was collapsing on top of you and all you wanted to do was to vanish.

However, there was no possibility of getting out of this situation. You had feelings for two boys. You could ignore one of them, but breaking up with the other one seemed rather unbearable.

After all, he was your boyfriend. So, what the fuck should you do?

(Guys, please break up with your boyfriend/girlfriend/whatever if they do shit like that. I just broke up with my boyfriend for physically and mentally hurting me over and over again. Of course, I was still in love and I kind of am... but you should NEVER let yourself stay in such a position simply out of love.)

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August 20, 1988

Your relationship with Patrick wasn't going anywhere. It just wouldn't get better, no matter what you tried.

No matter how often you fought and apologized, Patrick wouldn't change his behavior. He hated himself for what was going on.

For a reason he really didn't want to believe, he didn't want to hurt you anymore. Which already angered him enough.

The fact that you, out of nowhere, suddenly started standing up for yourself also played a huge factor in his temper. Because he was already loosing control of his feelings, he couldn't loose control of you too.

He needed to get his shit together. And he needed to do that soon.

When he saw you walking along the sidewalk on the other side of the street, having just left the grocery store for a cola can, he didn't do anything to make you notice he was there.

He simply watched as two guys behind you started whistling. A cold shiver tan down your spine as your steps fastened.

"Hey, little woman!", one of the man called out, hurrying to keep up with you and grab your arm. He restrained you from leaving and that's when Patrick saw his opportunity.

Not to help you, but to ignore it and prove to himself that he wasn't a pussy... That he had not fallen for you.

However, after twenty seconds of walking that felt like forever and an hour, he couldn't help himself.

He couldn't go through with this.

He ran back, crossing the street without a care and without looking for cars to help you. And when he finally reached you, he noticed how awesome he felt after punching the guy who had just started touching your breasts.

He felt so good. Like he was a god.

The two men scurried of. Probably not because they were scared of Patrick, but because their prey wasn't alone anymore. Patrick, however, took it as an ego-boost for helping his girlfriend out.

However, when he took one look at your beautiful face, he regretted it. How was he supposed to feel nothing for you if his actions surely proved different?

He needed to prove something to himself...