patrick and henry (after the accident)

chapt 10 babysitting

Henry found the creep hockstetter outside smoking with a dull look on his face. Thoughts flooded his mind and not the good kind. Too many people were there. Too many questions were asked. Henry was feeling uncomfortable. You were feeling uncomfortable. She knows you killed Avery. She knows you don't regret it. Patrick smirked. "What the hell are you smiling for now?" Henry hopped down the steps one by one, stealing the cigar from him. "You're welcome, plus they say smiling makes you look good. You should try it some time," the psycho chuckled. The cranky boy rolled his eyes, taking a puff of the ashy substance (haven't had one don't judge meh). "Why did you follow anyways?". He leaned against the backdoor, steaking the cigar back. "I kind of zoned out and just played along, I guess," henry shrugged. Creepy boi took a puff of the cigar, which made henry repulse. "Can't say anything, you stole it first,". It was indeed true. But that didn't matter in Henry's mind.

The boys soon returned in to see the family back to their gloomy state. But something else clashed with it. Anger. Patrick's aunt was furious, eyes blaring like fire. She looked as if she could burst at any moment. "So, you two decide to turn up!?" She forced in a calm tone. His mother butted in. "And Henry dear, would you like to help me with the tea in the kitchen," she shuffled him along and out the way. The two boys looked at each other for a second, both pondering one another's future. Who had jr worse?  Hockstetter, of course. Bowers had Mrs Hockstetter, who was a complete sweat heart and ,etc everything role by. She may be strict with manners, yet she spoilt anyone rotten. In fact, she pampered Henry in the kitchen with so many squishy cuddles and grateful thank yous due to looking after hef son. Patrick got the total opposite, which was forced talking and punishment. "Patrick, feelings are feelings, and yours are definitely valid, so stop making tantrums instead of talking,". He didn't respond. Nothing went on in his mind. He wasn't paying attention to anyone or anything. Ot was blank. Her voice was slowly swallowed into the darkness. "So I'd like... and... in the future...,". This normally happened, and he knew soon enough that lousy voice would come back. How he wished everyone would just hail to him like they should. He was what was keeping them alive. He could've let them die when they got chased. But he didn't? Why didn't he? It didn't matter. Yet it did? But that didn't mean anything. Maybe he wanted to tease henry more. That must be it. It was one I his favourite activities, so maybe he needed to do it just a bit more. Though his days have gotten more depressing. Slowly being curved into a loop. What did henry think? Probably nothing like the rest. But he was different, so he might think a little. Like a word. Yes, a word. The clown wasn't his imagination. Or was it? Henry saw it. Maybe henry had something special about him?

A hot, hard feeling grew on his cheek, and his eyes shot open wide. The feeling of getting slapped alarmed him, and it wasn't good. "You always do this, and I'm not being nice anymore. You need to spend time with the family you abandoned, and we need some alone time, so we're at our odds. There's only one thing i can think of, and it's happening. Us adults are going out tonight, and you're looking after Melody,". That name echoed through his brain, and so did her screech. Her face peeled away in disbelief. "But, but, mum, I don't want him to look after meee!" She squeeled. Her legs darted about as she kicked and hit everything, throwing a large fit. An ugly roar stretched out of her throat, causing both the kitchen buddies to hop out. "Is everything alright?" Mrs Hockstetter questioned. "Yes, we've just planned that we go out for dinner at Patrick look after my Melody," she announced, tailing her 5 year old into place. Henry's face went pale. Everything froze for a second. He looked over at Patrick and saw the boy in deep thought, a smile so crazy smeared on his face. He was going to kill her. "Could I stay as well?" Bowers asked, trying so hard to put a friendly ring to it. "Yes, of course dear, he'll sure need the help,". The two ladies giggled at each other whilst Mr Hockstetter put down his newspaper. "Chop chop, let's get ready," the girls chanted. Melody grumbled as she couldn't join and stared at her cousin. The two looked at each other the same way, probably having the same thought. "Yo creepo?" Henry nudged. Nothing. "Jeez cocksucker, gotta get on my nerves now?". Melody stood up. "So you also think he's a weirdo? Good," she said. Running up, she extended her hand, awaiting for it to be shaken."Melody's the name,". He shook it back. "Henry,". She took it back and eyed her cousin again. "I'm bored. Let's go to the park," she announced. "Yeah, that's not happening," henry snapped back. "Why not?". God, he hated brats. "Look over her at your actual babysitter," he pointed. She rolled her eyes and skipped off. "Alright chihuahua,". He gritted his teeth together. "It's not real. It was a joke. Their just pressing my buttons. They'll regret it. I'll get rid of them,". Patrick was rambling. Henry groaned, knowing full well he was gone. He had only had an idea, and he hated it. It would, of course, end his whole ego. Yet it seemed funny. Walking up, he went on his tippy toes (he's a short boii no judgin) and got close to his ear. "Ouch," he murmured, pushing away a laughing henry. "Pathetic, I didn't even bite hard,". Patrick knew that wasng true. A small wine could be heard from the front door, and he knew exactly who it was. "Hurry uppp," she groaned. "You heard her," patrick stated, and in one swift motion, he grabbed Henry, picking him up. "Wtf, dude, put be down,".

Melody walked slowly behind the two arguing boys, both teasing and arguing like an old married couple. Hockstetter still was weal from the trauma, yet he had enough strength when it came to henry. So he felt entitled to use it. "Get off your prick," henry growled, eyebrows furrowed as his body was tugged closer. "Awe, but you got so close before," he faked a sigh. The two boys did this the whole way, causing a thought to unravelled in Melody's head. "Are you guys dating?" She questioned as she reached the gate. The two stopped dead in their tracks. "Mummy says people who bicker over small things don't fuse over big things. That's why she let's daddy place train tracks with her,". The bouy grew even more uncomfortable. "Train tracks?" Henry questioned. "Yep, she says to her friends that she got railed by daddy after their last fight,". Both boys didn't know whether to laugh or throw up. "I'm leaving," psycho weirdo stated but was pulled back by the smaller. "Who said we were dating? Plus, we are not!". Patrick faked a sick puppy look, his eyes glistening. "Awe, I'm hurt," he teased. Henry scowled. "That's why you guys fight like my mum and daddy,". "Yeah, well, hate to break the fantasy, but I date girls," henry stated. "Okay, but im watching, " Melody grinned and skipped off. "That's why I hate kids,".

An overwhelming sensation came over patrick. The sound of kids screeching in his ears made him sick, and the sight just made him want to hide. So, in an act of distaste, he put up his hood and sat on a bench. Henry kept trying to cheer him up with a lighter, daisies, and laughter. Soon, a burnt daisy crown circled his head, making henry burst out in laughter. "Hah, looks like you're one of those edgy teens,"he chuckled. "Says the one who makes girly flower crowns," he cheesed. Allow a sudden a kid in overalls waltzed up, his face being like any other. "Why do you look like that," the kid asked. "Why do you look like that," henry snarked back. The kid stared unfazed. "Are you a p€d0?" He asked. The two jumped at the comment. "Yeah, and I'm here to rip your eyes out," patrick added. The boy started to tear up. "Jeez, I'm not, my cousins over there,". He pointed. There was Melody, soiled in her own pee, crying her eyes out. "Well, that sucks, " henry sighed. "Eww, Mr. Why aren't you helping?" The boy asked. Patrick got annoyed. Henry sensed that. "Scram kid or it'll be you next,". The kid got frightened and ran off whilst another arrived soaked in pee. "Some kid from above on the monkey bars peed on me," she wailed. It was definitely home time.

A/N: my pookies I tried to make it a tiny weenie bit longer so here! I served 🙇‍♀️ now go touch grass