ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ➞ ᴘᴀᴛʀɪᴄᴋ ʜᴏᴄᴋꜱᴛᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ

Bᵣₑₐₖ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ

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You stood in the kitchen pouring your father (Butch Bowers) a cup off coffee as he got ready for work.

"Promise me you'll be safe. My sweet little girl" Butch said, pouting out his lips while grabbing the cup of coffee from your hands. "I'll try Daddy" You responded. Butch smiled at you, once he noticed Henry standing there awkwardly, Butch walked away.

Henry chuckled, he knew his father didn't love him as much as he loved you. Henry never got much love and affection from his father ever since his mother ran away after being nearly beaten to death by, Butch.

You roll your eyes and sling your backpack over your shoulder. Your backpack was once Henry's in middle school.

It was a boring blue backpack. It had a couple holes but it did the job. Henry got ride of his backpack and didn't use one anymore. You wondered why. Did he think it made him look cool?

The door slammed, signalling that your father had left for his job. "Need a ride?" Henry asked while buttoning his shirt up.

You shook your head "I don't like drivin' with you and your friends" You replied simply.

You didn't need to explain. Henry knew how his friends looked at you. With lust and admiration. It was awkward whenever you caught them staring at you.

Henry grunted, "Good. My friend are a bunch of pervs' anyway" Henry spoke with a heavy accent. You found it hilarious, not knowing you had a weak accent yourself.

You nodded your head with a giggle. Turning around and walking threw the hallway, picking up your skateboard. Henry followed behind you, watching you struggle with the board in your armpit as you used your other hand to properly put on your backpack.

You jumped once you heard a long honk come from the front yard. Dropping your skate board. Henry laughed at this, then walked past you out the door.

Picking the board back up and walking out of the house, closing the door softly. Walking down your steps with a Erie creek in each wooden floor board.

Watching as Henry hopped into Belch's Trans Am. Belch had been begging his parents for that car, since he got his license.

"You gonna' get in (Y/n)?" Belch asked teasingly. As if you were scared to get in there car. "Not today Reggie" You responded, dropping your board on the ground.

Belch blushed at your using his actual name, well a nickname of his original name. Not a nice nick-name, he got from burping a bunch.

You stood on the board and began to push your foot against the ground, so the wheels would move. You skated down the driveway, stopping when you saw Mike biking past your house.

"Hey you... Wait. Mike" You shouted, beginning to chase after him. Picking up the board and running on your feet.

Quickly catching up to him, running beside his bike "Henry and his friends are going to school now, so you oughta' be careful. Alright?" You panted whilst running beside his bike.

You felt terrible for Mike. Your brother and father had it out for Mike. The sadist part was that they hated him for his skin colour.

Mike ignored you and peddled faster. Finally biking past you. Obviously Mike would never actually like you, but he could at least try to be nice back. You often took a beating for saving him from your family's harassment. (Whenever they noticed you talking to him kindly, or when you helped him deliver meat.)

You sighed and let go of the skateboard, you jumped on it and began kicking the ground to the faster. Bending your knees for even more speed.