Kickdrum Beating in My Chest Again (Alternate Version)

Chapter 98

!!!!!!!!!!Author's Note!!!!!!!!!!

Hello Everyone! Happy Friday (I know I'm late)! I hope you all had a good weekend and week. I'm starting to feel better, but I'm not back to being 100%. It's just very frustrating, however, I've lost some weight, so that helps. I just want to say that I'm so glad everyone is enjoying my story! I've worked really hard on it, so it's nice to see that you all appreciate it! I know it's very long, but I assure you, it is definitely going somewhere, so please don't lose faith. I have a lot of things planned for this story and very detailed notes, so I don't forget any of them. This is going to be a very long and very involved story that will unfold relatively slowly. Just stick with it, and I promise you, you won't be disappointed!

That being said, this week, Patrick has a nightmare and tells Joe about it, they both discuss what happened with Gabe and how it's affecting Patrick, and Eric comes to bring Patrick to sick bay for the evening activities. Patrick resists him and it doesn't go well for the poor guy.

As always, enjoy, tell your friends and if you like it feel free to leave me kudos or a comment. If you'd like to speak to me directly, you can contact me on tumblr @dancecoaster. I'd love to hear what you have to say or your guesses for what might be coming next! Happy reading!

Chapter 98

********Trigger Warning for Graphic Violence and Rape********

Joe is still sitting in the chair next to Patrick's bed when he wakes up with a start. He's sweaty and breathing heavily. Joe guesses that Patrick probably had a nightmare and managed to wake himself up from it. He reaches over and tries to put a hand on Patrick's shoulder when Patrick freaks out and flinches from it.

"Hey. Are you ok?" Joe asks.

Patrick looks around the cell, glad that he's awake.

"Uh...yeah. I am now that I'm not asleep anymore." Patrick answers.

"What happened?" Joe asks.

"Well, it started off fine. You, me, and Dan were on the outside hanging out at a bar and we were eating dinner. A strange man had come in and was looking at me a little too closely. We are talking like stalker vibes. He started buying us drinks and at first, we thought nothing of it and drank them and thanked him for it. As the night went on though, he and his friends had come over to our table and he was being handsy enough that it was making me feel very uncomfortable. We were all pretty drunk at that point, because he kept buying us more drinks, so my brain wasn't exactly working normally, and I just wrote it off as being paranoid. Eventually, you two started noticing that this guy was feeling me up and that I was uncomfortable so Dan suggested that it might be time for us to go home. Again, we were trashed so our judgement was not totally on par. The guy suggested one more round of drinks before we left, and we agreed. Once we finished those, we told them that tonight had been fun, but that we needed to get home. We left as gracefully as we could. When we got outside, we all realized that we were way too drunk to drive home and that we all felt way drunker than we should've been given how much we drank, so we called for a taxi. As we were waiting for the taxi to come, I started feeling very strange. I was very tired suddenly and I was having trouble keeping my eyes open, I felt incredibly dizzy, I was slurring my speech, and I was very nauseous. I mentioned it to you two and you said you were both feeling the same way. We gathered that the guy and his friends had slipped something into our drinks, and we'd been drugged. We tried to find some safe place before we lost consciousness, but we didn't have enough time, and we all fell on the ground and passed out.