Kickdrum Beating in My Chest Again (Alternate Version)

Chapter 120

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

Hello Everyone! Happy Friday! I hope you all had a good week this week. Mine was normal except I had a new student start singing lessons with me! She's a lot of fun and I'm excited to work with her! I really love teaching and sharing my knowledge of singing, music theory, and music history to others! It also helps that I get paid to do it too! Summers are usually light on lessons for me. Everyone wants to do things and not be tied down to meeting once per week. The school year is starting soon though, so I'm expecting my student load to go up, since that's what usually happens.

I'm just going to say that if I didn't catch all the typos and grammar things as I was proofreading this, I'm sorry. I was really tired last night while I was reading this and kept nodding off. It's not because this chapter is boring though, haha! For some reason, I was way more tired than I usually am, so like I said, I hope I got everything. If not, I did my best! This week, Brad decides to teach Patrick a lesson about snitching, so he beats him up, causing a bad concussion, and sucks his life force for a long time. He vomits a lot from the nausea of the concussion. Patrick tells Brad that he needs medical help like sick bay or Gabe because he's so fucked up, so Brad gives him as much blood he can have without hallucinating. Brad compels him to forget who attacked him or what they did, telling him that he will only remember that someone jumped him and taught him a painful lesson about snitching, where they beat him up and he banged his head very hard, which gave him a bad concussion and caused amnesia before, during, and after the event. He also tells Patrick that he returned to his cell after he was attacked and then Brad came to get him for his work orientation. Then Brad takes him to just outside where orientation was and leaves him there. Patrick can't even see straight and can't concentrate on what the instructor is saying. He was told that he would be a dishwasher and cleaning tables and the kitchen after meals. He's lucky that he finds some inmates there that were willing to protect him from others who might hurt him and talks with those until they have to go find their guards.

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Chapter 120

********Trigger Warning for Graphic Violence and Mentions of Drug Use and Rape********

Patrick is still snoozing in his bunk. He's in that state where he's not awake, but he's not asleep either. He's kind of in this in-between state but he knows that he's waking up. His eyelids still feel somewhat heavy, but he feels consciousness coming back to him, whether he wants it to or not. He finally opens his eyes and finds himself under the covers in his bunk and Joe is gone. His brain is still a little hazy, so he must think about what happened right before he laid down and went into his sleep coma. He remembers something happening with Brad, but he'd called his bluff, and Brad was pissed about it. He thinks a little harder and remembers that he fell on their way back to their cell and he didn't have the energy to get up and keep going because of the drugs, so Brad picked him up and carried him back to their cell. When he'd opened the door, he all but threw Patrick onto the ground, which really fucking hurt, closed the door and left. Joe helped him stand and walk over to his bunk. Joe had pulled the blankets back when someone was banging on the bars at the front. Joe went to check it out and Patrick was done after that. What was left of the Versed made him feel extremely exhausted, so he laid down and passed out. He didn't even know what came of all that. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes and looks at his watch. He sees that it's the time when Joe is usually at work, so that explains why he's not here.