Please Stay... (A Pen Fanfic)

Part 5: The Break Up

⚠️⚠️Self harm trigger warning.⚠️⚠️

*Timeskip To Jen's House*

Uh-oh. I hope Bob doesn't yell at me. I wish I was still hanging out with Pat, I really like him. He's one of the only people that actually cares about me.

"Get out of my car," Pat's mom says to me, and I open the car door. I am scared to death. I walk up to the door, and ring the doorbell. I hear the familiar sound of it, and wait for Bob to open the door. He doesn't, and I ring the bell again. This time, I look through the window and see him wrapped in a bathrobe. He opens the door, and I quickly wave goodbye to Pat's mom as her car drives away. I step through the door, ready for anything.

"What the hell were you thinking!!" Bob yells at me. I wince as he grabs a belt and smacks it into my face. "Don't you ever do that again!! Ever!!" I run to my room, which is on the main floor, and go into my sock drawer. I open the secret compartment, and pull out my pocket knife. I flick the blade up, and wince as it makes contact with my skin. I slowly and gently drag it down my arm. It's not too deep, but deep enough to feel the pain. It hurts, bad, and I run into my bathroom to grab some toilet paper. I wrap it around my arm, then go back into my room. It instantly turns bright red, so I wrap a towel around it. I plop down onto my bed, my face buried in a pillow, and begin to cry.

Pat's POV

Apparently I have to get 'ready' for Frannie to come over. I put on a different muscle tee, and a pair of khakis. Good enough. Now I just have to wait for Frannie. I can't stop thinking about Jen, I think that I already fell in love with her. She's so perfect, I just hope she feels the same way about me. All of a sudden, I hear footsteps. It's probably Frannie. She pushes the door is open, and runs up to me.

"Pat!" She shrieks, pushing me up against the wall. Her lips press against mine, and she starts making out with me. I wish she was Jen. I can't do anything about it, or my parents will be so mad at me. Her hands move towards the bottom of my shirt, and she starts pulling it upwards. I instantly push her off of me.

"What the hell Frannie!" I scream.

"I love you, Pat," she says, moving towards me. I kick her, and she shrieks, a horrible sound. My mom runs up the stairs as fast as she can. She flings the door open. "What happened?" She asks, "you love Frannie." She directs that last part at me.

"She tried to take my shirt off!" I scream angrily. "Aww, that's so sweet," my mom replies. I am steaming with anger. That's it! I'm going to find Jen, I don't care anymore. I run downstairs.

"Patrick Brown, come here this instant!" My mom yells at me, but I ignore her. I burst out the door. "Patrick George Brown, get back here this instant!!" My parents scream at me, and I know that they're furious, but I drown them out. I don't know where I'm going, all I know is that I have to find Jen. Once I'm far enough away from home, I pull my phone out of my pocket, and dial Jen's number. She picks up instantly.

"Jen?" I ask, breathing heavily from all the running.

"Pat? You sound awful, what happened?" She questions.

"Frannie tried to take my shirt off, so I ran away, angered my parents and..." She cuts me off.

"Say no more, you're welcome at my place. Just don't go through the front door, Bob will be mad at me for having you over."

"Where do you live, and how will I get in?" I ask.

"I live on 30 Main Street, and my bedroom is on the main floor, so you can get in through my window," she answers, "but how will you get here?"

"I'll just walk, I'm strong enough, I can handle it," I say, "And I'm already far enough away anyway. Thank you so much, Jen, I hope my parents cool off soon."

"Yeah, I hope so too." She hangs up, and I look behind me to see if anyone is following me, and no one is. I am relieved, and I just keep on running.

Frannie's POV

Pat's mom seems to be so distressed that Pat ran away. I am too, honestly, because he's my boyfriend. "Where could he have gone?" I ask her, "Hopefully not far."

"Wait, he could be at his friend's house, he had her over today," Pat's mom squeals, and I can tell that she found a lead.

"What was her name?" I ask, hoping to get more info.

"Oh! I know it, but... Jem is it... No, I'm pretty sure it began with a J," his mom tells me.

"Jennifer?" I ask, hoping that it's not. "That's it!" She exclaims, and I die on the inside, "do you know her?" Know her!?

"Yeah, she's the slug," I say, "she's the girl that always gets picked on, and no one likes her. She even cuts herself." "What the hell!!!" She screams at me, "He's so stupid!! He could be kissing you, the most popular girl in school, right now but instead he ran away to be with the ugly slug!! Let's go to her house, we have to get him!!" We run out to her car, and she gets in the driver's seat. I jump into the passenger side, and she speeds off, leaving a trail of smoke and dust.

Jen's POV

I can't believe Frannie did that to Pat, I want to kill her so bad right now!!! My phone buzzes, and I check my messages. It's from Pat, Check your window. I look out the window and see Pat with a goofy grin on his face. I unlock the window, then open it. He climbs into my room, and his eyes immediately focus on my arm.

"What happened!?" He exclaims, and I put my hand over his mouth.

"Shh, Bob will hear you, be quiet," I say.

"What happened?" He asks again, this time quieter. He points to my arm, the one with the towel wrapped around it. I am at a loss for words right now. I have to tell him the truth.

"I..." I start to say, but I choke up. C'mon Jen, tell him the truth. "I cut myself," I blurt out, "I'm sorry but I did. Bob slapped me with his belt, and I got carried away. Pat, I'm so sorry." Pat wraps his arms around me, hugging me tight and holding me close.

"Jen..." He says, "don't be sorry, it's not your fault. I know you couldn't help it, and Bob is just a big meenie beenie," Pat says to try and cheer me up. He starts tickling me, and I am in hysterics.

"Stop..." I say in between laughter, "please stop torturing me, I'll do anything." He smiles, and stops.

"Anything?" He questions jokingly, "I know we just met, but will you be my girlfriend?" He asks, and I smile. I've never had a boyfriend before. He wraps his arms around my neck, and pulls me towards him. I lean in, knowing he's going to kiss me. I smile as our lips touch, for the first time in my life I am genuinely happy.