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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Patricia Hockstetter had been a huge staple in my life since I could remember, being the one motherly figure I knew since childhood. She cared, which was a foreign concept to me. I didn't understand how someone could care so much for a child who wasn't their own. Maybe it's because I wasn't old enough then, but now I am. And I do understand. Because I felt that way over Belle, even if only for such a short time. Patrick had parents, real parents that saw their kids, even if they didn't really know how to handle Patrick sometimes. Because to Patrick, no one was real but him. No such thing as humans, but him. Except he saw himself on a different level, one I couldn't fully grasp. I just never would have guessed he was seeing me as a real person more and more with each passing day. Because he felt a way he shouldn't about me. It was deadly. This inevitable inferno he wasn't willing to sacrifice. But he would, if it meant having me in his life, and that scared him, the one true thing that did.
"Leslie! Honey you have become a woman. A beautiful, young woman. I'm so happy to see you." As Mrs. Hockstetter hugged me to her in her motherly arms, I felt truly at home for the first time ever in my entire life, the only rivaling experience was when I was in Patrick's arms, something our agreement made me not allowed to feel. I just never told him.
"You're too good to me Mrs. Hockstetter." The tv's sound rang about the house with the glow of a lamp illuminating the area, the usual news reports about the missing kids and continuing curfew being the norm for Derry. My dad consistently reminded me of this damn curfew.
"Patrick, it's about time you came to your senses and got with Leslie." Patrick simply rolled his eyes with pure annoyance and frustration clear as day on his face, but tried his best to sport a big smile to fool even his own mother into believing something that wasn't truly there.
"Oh I've gotten with her alright. Many times. She just keeps getting better and better the more I think about It." My eyes widened and my cheeks had to have been a tomato red color, judging by the look on Patrick's face, full of arrogance and complete satisfaction. His mom on the other hand looked as if she could slap him. I'll do it for you.
"Patrick Hockstetter! Watch your mouth. Have you been taking your medicine?" I looked down to the ground as if it didn't phase me one bit, but curious as could be. He's on medication? I didn't know anything about his home life to be honest, considering he never divulged that information to me. Guess it's not in our code to talk about it. But Patrick looked utterly pissed, more so than I've ever seen him.
"We'll be up in my room." Was all he said before practically yanking me away by the arm and up the stairs to his room, the first time I've been in it since we were little. Clothes scattered about, bed completely tore apart, lighters laying around on his dresser, it screamed Patrick. But he wouldn't look at me, as if contemplating his own emotions, something he rarely did because he hated to admit he had any.
"Patrick?" But before I could even remotely touch him, he had me flung onto his bed, hovering over me like darkness itself surrounding me in its grasp. His eyes just stared back at mine in what appeared to be such an intense gaze, so intense I could barely breathe.
"You know I'm just gasoline doused all over your body? And eventually you'll explode from being near me. Surprised I haven't killed you yet...." I couldn't get a word in what so ever before his lips attached to mine in heated dominance for control, the control he always earned with me. I always became so submissive when it came to him, my body his and his alone. His hands traveled my entire body on a fight against his own lust, wanting nothing more than to tear me apart from head to toe. Our clothes were off in mere seconds, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my entire body the moment his head found its way between my legs. I bucked into his mouth, slowly losing control. But I wanted to lose it because I had none around him. I was like a lost girl without him. His tongue did circular motions on my clit in the fastest way imaginable, practically sending me over the edge in ecstasy. He suddenly pulled away before I could fully lose it, entering me without warning once on his knees above me, my hands coming to rest on his arms in such a death grip that my fingers practically turned white.
"Patrick...." Was the only thing I could manage to moan into the darkness of his room, the only light shining through the crack in his door. He drove harder, his teeth gritted and mind a blur from pure lust. He'd never felt such lust for one single thing. One single person. And it drove him absolutely insane.
"You think I'm insane Les...? You think I'm a killer? Maybe I am." He just kept getting faster in his movements with each word that left his mouth through gritted teeth, his wild eyes never leaving mine. My heart was racing in time with his and I knew we were both close to our breaking point.
"No.... You're keeping me alive." I closed my eyes from the intense sensations coursing throughout me, my mind wandering to so many thoughts I've had for weeks now as we came together, riding out our high in his tight grip around my now trembling body. We both crashed down onto his bed with heavy breathing filling the entire room, laying atop his rapidly beating chest.
"There may be a flaw in my code for saying this, but you mean something to me Pat, whether you like it or not. Sure, you take meds. So do I. I just never talk about it." Depression medicine. I've been taking it since I could remember, it's just not something I speak about to anyone. Not until now. The only other person than Patrick that knows is Bev, outside of my dad and Henry. After mom left, I changed. Things went downhill and I was almost admitted into Juniper Hill for a while if it wasn't for those meds. Dad didn't want me there, knowing it would make him look bad having a crazy daughter, just like his ex wife he'd say. So much like your mother, he always says. Don't be like her, don't be a crazy slutbag. Those words never left me, the ones he first said when I was younger.
"We don't talk about it for a reason Les. We always said we wouldn't get this far in our.... whatever this is now. But here you are, still letting me fuck you like a madman and you just take what I give you. Maybe you're deranged like me after all. Maybe I was wrong about you Bowers." He said with such a curious look in his eyes towards me before laying his head back on his pillows, his eyes averting to the ceiling above us in lost thoughts. He was looking at me in a completely different light. He was.... changing.
