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

Forty-Six 》Liar

August 22, 1988

Patrick had made up his mind. He would visit you and try and talk to you. Somehow he was gonna get you to come around. He was sure of it.

So, with a steady pace, he walked up to your house. This time he actually planned on a normal visit and on knocking at your door. But when he saw your window standing open, he simply took the chance and climbed up.

You were sat at your desk when he looked inside the room, so he silently climbed in before he let himself fall onto your bed.

You jumped when you heard the bed rattle a little. In an instant, you turned around on your chair and were met eye to eye with the boy you had spent your whole night crying about.

What was his plan now? Was he going to act just like nothing happened? Like he hadn't cheated and broken your heart.

Yesterday, you had been walking down the street, thinking about him. Wondering why hadn't even made sure that you were alright after the two men had followed you. Questioning why he had left so quickly after helping you out that day.

And then you had found yourself out of town and - to your suprise - at the same spot as the boy himself.

You had stared at him, even more confusion taking over.

And then, you had seen her...

Some chick you had known from school. She was one of those girls. A girl that talks shit about everyone, annoys every student and teacher in class and probably smokea on the boys' toilets, waiting to get laid.

You had never talked to her, but just by looking at the first second of your boyfriend and her interacting, you had been able to tell that this wouldn't end well.

Of course, you had immediately wanted to leave. But something was making you stay. It was as if you had really wanted to make sure what this was going to turn into... As if there had been any reason to have faith in Patrick's morals and honesty.

But, to no-one's suprise, they had kissed.
And your tears had started flowing not even a second after, your mind having prepared for what was to come.

You hadn't been able to stay there any longer. For not even another second.

And now, a day later, this asshole just showed up in your house like he had done nothing wrong?
You were furious.

But you didn't speak out loud about it. You just stared at him, baffled and with tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

Yet, you held them back. To see if he was gonna speak up about his wrong-doings on his own or not. To test him.

Again, to no-one's suprise, he failed that test.

When Patrick noticed, that you weren't going to mention his cheating, he thought that he might've mistaken someone else for you the day before.

You didn't yell at him the second he entered. In hid head, any sane person who witnessed their partner cheating would do so.
So, he stayed calm and smiled at you devilishly.

"No hug, sweet cheeks?", he asked, concern playing in his voice.

If you hadn't seen him, you would hig him. Would you not? Or was he just putting too much thought to it?

"Sorry, I was... lost in the stuff I was doing before you got here...", you mumbled, taken back by his words.

He really wasn't going to tell you...

With a quick glance past you, he spotted what was on your desk. "Lost in looking at records?", he asked humored.

"Yeah.", you replied dryly.
"Some of the stuff bands decide to put on it is nicely picked.", you added, sounding uninterested.

Whilst crying about Patrick about an hour before he came, you had decided to distract yourself, so you had gotten out some of the records you hadn't looked at yet.

Now that you weren't distracted anymore, your brain was going gorilla-mode and bombarding you with the image of him, kissing another girl.

Since you seemed a tad bit off to him, he got up smoothly and took some steps towards you.

"You want me to get your mind back on track with something else?", he asked, suppressing his grin and hugging you from the side.

But now, you couldn't answer him.
You were 99% percent sure, that he had probably, most definitely fucked the girl from yesterday as well.

So... processing what was happening now was hard. Nearly as hard as his dick pressing against your waist.

But you couldn't move. You didn't move and you didn't talk, afraid of what would come out.

Because, facing the facts and your emotions right now, it would probably be a scream or a sob. You couldn't really tell, maybe it would be both.

Instead of doing nothing, you decided to just shrug off his arms. And this ticked Patrick off a little.

"What? Ya can't talk to me?", he asked, laughing as he hid his slight rage. To him, this was just the usual getting angry. But in reality, he was sad and upset about you ignoring him.

"I just don't want to... h-", you wanted to tell him, that you weren't in the mood. How would you? After finding out about this.

You didn't know if it was the first time, the only time... you didn't know anything. And you were planning on asking Victor or Belch for advice and maybe help if it should come as far as breaking up with Pat.

But you couldn't even finish your sentence. He didn't let you.

"You don't want to talk to me? Do you not want to interact with your boyfriend or what? What's up with you?", he questioned you hurriedly.

He was desperate. Why were you being so distant now that he knew for sure, that he had feelings for you?

"Patrick, I seriously can't-"
"Can't what? Do you not want to be around me anymore or are you on your fucking period? Cause-"

"Shut up!", you yelled, since he had gotten louder and louder and you wanted him to be quite.

Upset and hurt, you blurted out whatever you had in mind and lookin him in the eyes, you scoffed loudly: "You won't fucking let me talk to you calmly, so let me tell you what's up and why I don't wanna fuck you this way!

I am mad. I don't want anything to do with you. And this is your own fault, so don't act all innocent, you fucking piece of shit!
You fucked this girl yesterday, didn't you?! And you didn't waste a second thinking about what I would feel!"

By the end of your small rage, you quickly composed yourself. You had basically been yelling and you really didn't want your parents to come up and meet you two like this.

"[Y/n], listen-"
But you didn't want to hear his dumb excuses and lies. You were crying now and you wanted to get away.
"Fuck you.", you whimpered, tears flowing down your cheeks as you stormed past him and jumped out of the window.

Landing on the ground, you made a quick run into the woods.

You didn't want him to find you, you wanted to suffer alone and not be persuaded to come back to him.

So, after reaching a good distance, you climbed up a thick tree and cried. You let it all out. Crying silently, as if you needed to scream and no sound could escape your lips.

However, the sobs and sniffling erupting from time to time were heard by someone else, strolling in the woods to catch a good breath.

Henry.