ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ➞ ᴘᴀᴛʀɪᴄᴋ ʜᴏᴄᴋꜱᴛᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ

Bᵣₑₐₖ ᴅᴇʀɴ

1

Waking up in the morning was difficult for Henry. He always had these nightmares of the weirdest things. For instance, killing his mother, and smashing a plate over his head. None, to say the least, his dreams were weird.

He watched as you looked around the room for a clean shirt, Henry made direct eye contact with you "Do you have a shirt I can borrow?" You asked Henry softly. Praying he would give you one.

Henry groaned "Check the pile with no pants." You giggled and walked over to his bed. Going threw the piles of clothes.

Finally finding a shirt you had never seen Henry wear. Maybe he once wore it to bed. It was a shirt with the backstreet boy's face plastered on it. Whoever got this for him must have been joking.

You grab the shirt and go to the washroom to change. Your nightgown to a pair of Jean shorts that you got when you were eleven, you are now fourteen. They emerged tightly around your bum.

You once wore Henry's shorts to school and immediately got bullied. And suspended for physical violence. They did deserve it.

You were changed and walked out of the washroom, looking down the hall to see your dad. Staring at your bottom. "Change. Those shorts are too short" Butch ordered you.

You pulled your shorts a bit lower "These are my only shorts. It's too hot to wear pants Daddy" you advised him. He shrugged "You're gonna get raped looking like that" Butch pointed out. "I'll see if I have some spare money for you. You can get something cute" Butch added. You smiled at him happily "Thank you" You hummed while walking back into your room.

Henry was putting on pants "Belch got me that shirt. Thought it was funny" Henry advised you. You laughed "Belch always wears band shirts."

Henry walked over to you "Yeah but that one is for sissy's" Henry pointed out. Touching the hem of the shirt.

You roll your eyes and walk past him to the living room. Butch walked up to you and tucked the money into the waist of your shorts "Here. Spend wisely" Butch said without a care in the world. You nodded your head and started to put on your shoes.

Taking the money out of the waist of your shorts and sliding it into your pocket.

You felt a tap on your back then the door slammed. Tying up the shoe laces tightly. You stood up when they were finally stable on your feet.

"Dad wants Belch to give you a ride, so your safe" Henry gritted threw his teeth. You sighed, grabbing your backpack and slinging it over your shoulder. Nearly hitting Henry in the face with your bag.

You opened the door for Henry and he chuckled with his strong accent. You walked out behind him and locked the door.

Walking over to the Trans AM that Belch owned. Getting in before Henry, jumping over the seat. Seeing some guy you had never seen before in the middle seat. Leaving you nowhere to sit.

"That's moose" Belch shrugged, hitting the gas. Causing you to fall onto Patrick's lap. "Be fuckin' careful" Victor shouted at Belch. Belch laughed and sped up a bit more. You held onto the back of Henry's seat.

Patrick slung his arm around your waist. Pulling you closer to his chest. You let him do this so you wouldn't go flying.

"I'm (Y/n). It's lovely to meet you moose-" Belch hit a bump and you went flying into the car. Everyone else had something to keep them down. "I've heard lots about you. Your Henry's sister right?" Moose asked you politely.

"Nope. We just live together, in the same room" You lied. Hoping he would catch onto the joke. He just nodded his head "You related to him at all? You got his eyes and hair colour" Moose inquired. You shook your head "It's a coincidence my father and mother are also his" You giggled. He nodded his head.