patrick and henry (after the accident)

chapt 9 Kids

It was morning finally, and the phone had been ringing, but no stop. That night, Henry had beaten patrick to a pulp, trying his best to force the boy to go see his parents. Sometimes, it was unbearable to live with him, him being a psycho and all. That didn't mean he wasn't welcome to stay. His dad was dead, and both boys had nearly died, so leaving something last minute was quite a risk. Vic and Belch (Vic mostly) offered to take him in if he wanted, but of course, patrick declined. Belch always put up with his annoyance, and Victor had insufferable parents. Patrick had just made Henry's home cosy by getting his dad out and all, yet that wasn't how henry felt. So, the conversation landed back onto Patrick's parents. The talk was awful to hear and went on for hours. His mother demanded he'd come over at once, but he refused. A bitter taste fumbled in Henry's throat when he heard Patrick's father. Apparently, he couldn't care less and was more mad than sad. The rest of the night was caught up in unsettled silence. Patrick fell asleep beside the phone on the couch and henry.. well, henry couldn't leave his side. He felt as if that thing could show at any point now. Any point at all. Those raver teeth plunging into his deep red flesh, coated in blood, made his hair stand on end. That could have really happened if he wasn't careful. But what use was worrying.

When breakfast came, it was that same silence. Only a, "morning," from both. But it was painful to keep quiet. So he took it upon himself to start. "When will you be heading to see your parents?," henry questioned. He got a shrug as a response. "Good thing you'll probably be getting pancakes for breakfast instead of off date yoghurt," he chuckled. Patrick didn't. It was hard for him to be this nice, and that smile strained his jaw. "No need to fake a smile, hen, though I love when you care," he smirked through his croaked teeth. Henry punched him on the arm as he walked past, the smile falling off his face. "Can't be normal for one second?,". Patrick shook his head. He stood up and was about to leave when he stopped. Just stopped. Henry leaned back from where he'd just sat down. But that turned out to be a very bad mistake. With one swoop, a kiss was planted on his cheek."and to answer earlier's question, I probably half an hour so we'll best walk,". And off he was. Off he was leaving henry in a blurry, confused state. One which turned to anger. "Damn you a$$hole!!".

Patrick didn't have much to pack except his past bloody clothes, a toothbrush, and some sweets he'd bought at the shop. There's nothing much else really since he just borrowed the rest. Yet that all took him the half an hour, he implied. "Ready to leave?" He questioned, extending his hand out like he was a prince escorting a princess. "Yes, yes, jeez," henry groaned. So both were up and out. Henry strolled in front, hands in his pockets, and figure out and presented as if to say, "I'm tougher, so don't pull any sh¡t". Patrick was the total opposite. He slumped behind, wearing a creepy look on him, scaring off everybody around. Some people stared and whispered, others scattering away. Just how he was used to. But this walk didn't last long since henry started to slow down. He was craving attention. "Vic convinced his parents that if you use proper hygiene, you can sleep downstairs," henry said, looking over. Patrick kept straight to the path. "Nah, nit pick viccy boy will just get on my nerves,". Henry elbowed him. "He's not a nit pick," henry blew in his ear. "What are you, his girlfriend?" He mimicked in a squeaky voice. Henry Bowers was completely jaw dropped. Hen wanted to tear Patrick's head off there and then. But he didn't. Instead, he gave how he felt to Patrick's stomach. "Ouch,". He clung to his stomach as henry strod on forward.

Once the two made it to the hockstetters household, they were welcomed with hugs and affection. Mostly Patrick's mother. The psycho, being a psychopath and all, didn't show that love back as much as henry thought. He patted her on the back? If he'd seen his mother, he'd have given her the heartiest hug ever. But patrick saw different. But there was a problem. Apparently, his mother hadn't been copping well, and Mr. hockstetter wasn't the best help, so reinforcements were taking in. Her sister and niece had come over to cheer her up. And that was a problem. From the first step in, patrick was silent, looking awfully sick. When the blonde finally got sick of his unhappy mood, he asked. "What the hell is up now?". Patrick gazed over at the living room. "My cousin, Melody's here," he stated. "She's five years old and doesn't suit her name at all. She sounds nothing like a melody and more like cats screaming. I'd rather cut off her tongue and rap it around her neck until- ". He was cut off. Henry knew the more he ranted, the more it would come true. He definitely didn't come here to see it anyway. "Boys, won't you come sit down?" Mrs hockstetter implied, patting at the empty spots of the couch. It was tough dragging the raven haired jerk to his seat but also worth it. The looks of his family members didn't. "Might be start at the beginning," Mr. Hockstetter began. He was slapped by his wife on the arm. She didn't think it was wise to drive straight into it all. "Now, now, let's not rush them," Patrick's aunt proceeded. "Let's start by asking how you are. Is everything alright with you?". Patrick didn't say anything. His aunt was a therapist, and anything he did would just show negative signs. She'd been there through Avery and was lucky that she hadn't found out it was him. But that didn't mean she was on the right path. "Ugh, but if we start talking about that, we'll be here foreeeeever," Melody cried, folding her arms. Patrick winced at the sound. His whole body tensed, and angy pompom boy knew it. "Patrick, are you alright, dear?" His aunt questioned. "I've seen this happen to some of my clients, how abou-,". She didn't have time to finish as he stood up and stormed out of the place. Henry sat quietly as he was before, now sat straight up rather than melted into the sofa. Usually, he didn't blend in with family talk, but he found that it was his place to stand up. So he did. "I think you guys should be ashamed of yourselves,". And with that, he stood up and stormed out just like patrick did, but totally confused and clueless about what was going on.

A/N: soo, I made this chapter and the next two months ago, but I forgot to publish them... silly me. Pookies am super duper luper guper sorry and will make a bonus chapter just for you guys. The chapters won't all vote out at once bc I want to ease the daily chapter mode back in. X