Living in Derry Maine as a Bowers wasn't exactly a fairytale. Leslie Bowers was just trying to survive since her mom left, leaving Henry and her to their dad's vices. But Patrick Hockstetter happened. And he changed everything.
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My face scrunched in pure pain from the mere touch of my fingers against the now burned skin on the palm of my hand, wrapping it with leftover gauze I managed to sneak into the house once when dad was too drunk to notice a thing. Wounds. I've had several of them. Gauze was useful. More useful than it should be in this household.
"Get your ass out of the bathroom Leslie! I gotta piss damn it." I rolled my eyes from Henry's annoyed as usual voice with tears now stinging my eyes from the throbbing in my hand, noting it was just now another burn mark littering my body. I looked as if Patrick went zippo happy on my ass. But in reality, I used my lit cigarettes to leave reminders, reminders of the pain I endure everyday.
"What the fuck happened to you?" He noticed my hand the minute I flung the door open, just walking right past him as if I never heard him. Like I'd ever tell him. Because to be fair, I wasn't sure myself anymore. Sure of what I'd gotten myself into. Patrick Hockstetter has had this obsession with me since I could remember. He stalks me, watches me all the time, constantly puts his hands in places they shouldn't be. Yet, I don't ever really complain anymore. Not like I used to. Someone once told me I'd just end up in his fridge one day, so dead that my body had practically molded with the fridge itself. That way he could keep me forever. That image alone freaked me the hell out.
"Les....? Your hand." Vic's worried tone but knowing eyes seemed to simmer me down a bit, now feeling like I could slap the shit out of Patrick. That is if I had a death wish.
"It's okay. Really. I got it cleaned up. The bleeding has pretty much stopped. It's just throbbing. But it'll pass." I slammed my bedroom door shut with Vic lounging at my usual photo cluttered desk, opening my bedroom window and sitting on the edge with my pack of cigarettes and zippo coming out of my back pocket, bold enough to light one up since I knew dad wasn't going to smell it. He hardly ever comes out into the backyard at night. And thankfully, that's where my window is located. Facing the backyard, towards the Hanlen's property. Mike. Sweet kid. Just terrified to even talk to me because of Henry and my dad. Now his grandpa on the other hand was always nice to me. He seemed to see what the Denbrough's see in me. Not my dad. Not my brother. Just me.
"Patrick?" I simply turned my head towards him with my hand dangling out the window with my cig dropping ash to the ground below, nodding my head, just when I heard the back door slam shut, but knowing it was Henry from the sound of his voice, Patrick and Belch following closely behind as usual. I firmly blew out smoke, leaving it dangling from my mouth, when my eyes connected with Patrick's within the dimly lit yard, seeing the smirk on his lips. I knew the night was still young. He'd be in my room eventually. Letting this be an indicator, he made a V formation with two fingers and licked in between when Henry didn't notice, eyeing me with such a dark look that I could even see from here. He looked so eerily handsome in the light, yet, deathly terrifying all at the same time.
"How can someone so twisted and demented, attract me so damn hard Vic?" I looked back to Vic before my thoughts could wander anymore, seeing his eyes searching mine. Bev always told me it would happen. So did Vic. But they did warn me what could happen, the consequences of getting tangled up with Patrick. They didn't want something happening to me. But they also knew i would do what I decided. I never said it was love. But more like curiosity. Patrick was far worse than my own brother. Even my dad. Yet, that's all I've ever known. Maybe that's why I'm so attracted to him. Twisted. But true.
"Because it's what you're used to. And that's wrong. Because you don't deserve the shit you got Les." I stubbed my cig out against the side of my window before letting the rest drop, closing my window behind me once the guys were out of view. Maybe what he said is true. Maybe I deserve better. But it's what I got living here in Derry. One of the most fucked up places on earth. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {Later That Night} "See? That's why Henry is such a dick. He's trying to get you in trouble with Patrick." Bev's words on the other end of the phone rang true in my head, knowing he wanted me to get all the trouble, yet he always fights Patrick when he sees me with him. He doesn't make sense. At all.
"I know. He nearly burned my fucking hand off. Now I know he's going to end up in my bed tonight. And I don't know.... I don't hate the idea. That's why I think i should be committed." My whispered words into the now darkened kitchen and Bev's chuckle in my ear seemed to ease my nerves, knowing dad was fast asleep. He never hears me on the phone at night. He wouldn't allow a phone in my room of course. He didn't want me having too much privacy. Suddenly, a hand reached over and firmly pushed down the receiver, ending the call. I huffed in annoyance when I knew it was Henry.
"I don't get why you're friends with that slut." I slowly hung up the phone, whirling around on Henry and stomping on his foot so hard i could hear his sharp intake of breath. But his angered eyes latched onto me so quickly. His usual death stare.
"She's not a slut just because she didn't want your ass after one time dude." He suddenly shoved me into the wall and knocked my head into the phone, hearing it fall from the receiver and almost clank against the floor right before i caught it so dad wouldn't hear.
"Watch your mouth....." I shoved him right back with no hesitation, before leaving the kitchen and bounding up the stairs in pure anger. All I ever wanted was to escape this place. But they would just find me and drag me back by my hair. I finally reached my room, not hearing Henry following me thankfully, closing my door behind me. I flipped on my light, when I jumped a little from the sight of Patrick sitting on my bed like he was always meant to be there. He slowly stood with that usual smirk on his face, bounding over with his slender legs and softly reaching over to lock the door behind me. He could practically feel my nervousness, my heart beating a mile a minute from the closeness of his body to mine. He knew there wasn't much time until Henry figured out he was gone. But he'd make every minute count.
"Patrick...." His hand clamped over my mouth so suddenly that it practically took my breath away, my eyes widening in almost sudden fear. Like this was it for me.
"You aren't getting rid of me Princess. No matter what you think of trying, it won't work. Because you can't fight me. You don't want to anyway." His shit eating grin told me everything. He really could see right through me. It's almost like he knew me better than anyone. But then again, when someone stalks you for as long as he has me, he almost would, wouldn't he? He finally took his hand away from my mouth, our eyes never wavering from each other.
"This isn't love. And it won't be. Got it?" The words just left my mouth so fast that I wasn't thinking. But I didn't need to. Because he agreed. We both knew it wouldn't be love. Ever. Just obsession.
"I don't do love. You know that Les." I just kissed him, for the second time today and practically pushed him onto my already messy bed, just as he flipped us, clearly not letting me have any control. He was always in control. And he was telling me that by the harsh bites he decided to leave on my neck, earning a little scream from my mouth. Thankfully, no one seemed to hear.
"Don't scream. I swear it'll be worse for you if someone finds out." I simply nodded, trying to hide my smile before he basically attacked me, ripping off my clothes and not caring what happened to my body in the process. We came to a mutual understanding that this would only be for fun, for pleasure, for pain. No attachment on either end. Only I couldn't sleep with anyone else. His words. And that worked for me.
"No noise. Or I swear I will get my zippo out and burn you again." He smirked through his words, just as he slowly took my underwear off, his fingers already feeling my excitement once he grazed down there. With my head firmly resting on my pillows and my legs spread wide open, he got to work just eating me out, my hands tangling in his dark hair. I did everything in my power to stay silent. And I did. It was pure ecstasy. This I could get used to.
