I hear footsteps coming from down the hall. "Pat, hide!" I whisper to him, and he dives under my bed. I quickly pull the covers over me to hide my arm. I pretend to be sick. Frannie and Pat's mom walk into my room, followed by Bob. I shudder.
"Where is he!?" Frannie screams.
"Now now, don't accuse Jen of stealing him," Bob replies. I hate that word. Stealing. It was Pat's choice to come over, not mine.
"Why did you steal my son!?" Pat's mom screams at me, and I push my arm further underneath the blankets.
"Look," I say, trying not to give myself away, "you can search my room, but you won't find him. He's not here."
"Fine, maybe we will," Pat's mom asserts, and they open my closet.
"He's not in here," Frannie says, and I just pray that they won't find him.
Pat's POV
Ahh-ahh-ahh-CHOO!!! I sneeze, then immediately regret it. Why didn't I stop myself? Why!?!?!? I'm sure that they're gonna find me now. Please no, please.
Jen's POV
I put my arm (my good one) up to 'cover' my nose, so they think it was me that sneezed.
"Aren't you gonna say 'bless you'?" I ask.
"He's here!" Pat's mom yells, and Frannie mutters 'bless you'.
"I told you guys he's not here," I say, "just please leave me alone, I feel terrible, I'm awfully sick." The truth is that I do feel somewhat sick, but I also really want to hang out with Pat, I want to get to know him better.
"Maybe he's under the bed," Frannie suggests, and I have to make up an excuse so they don't look.
"It's very dusty under my bed," I say, "dirty, dusty, messy, and there's no room to fit a person under there. No way that a person could fit." I hope this works.
"Let's look, anyway," Bob suggests, and they slowly pull the comforter up to look under my bed.
Pat's POV
I can hear everyone talking about finding me. I don't want them to, I want to be with Jen. I see the edge of the blanket move upwards, and I know that I will be revealed. I squirm into the dusty corner, and try not to sneeze.
"Aha!!" Someone shouts, and I am suddenly being dragged out from under Jen's bed. Frannie, mom, and Bob look me straight in the eye.
"Jen!!!!!" Bob screams, and yanks the blankets off of her. His eyes immediately dart towards her arm. "Damn you Jen!" He shouts,"Stupid idiot!" I promise to protect this girl no matter what, I love her. He rips the towel off of her arm, and blood drips onto the rug. She winces in pain as he pushes her to the ground, dirt and dust infecting her cut. She looks like she's about to cry. I don't blame her.
"Patrick George Brown!" Mom and Frannie shout in unison, "don't ever scare us like that again! All because of that stupid slug." They point to Jen, who is laying on the floor trying not to cry. "You're coming with us!" They shout, but I grab onto Jen's bed.
"I'm not leaving her here with him," I say, tears starting to blur my vision, "not like this."
"Patrick George Brown, come with us this instant, or else!" My mom shouts. Or else. What does that even mean?
"Or else what?" I shout back. "Nothing is worse than seeing Jen like this!" My mom and Frannie start to pull me off of Jen's bed, but I won't let them.
"You've got a lotta explaining to do, mister," Frannie says to me. I hate her so much, this is all her fault. I grip her bed tighter. Finally, my hands start to slip, and I fly backwards, almost hitting the wall. I fall right into Frannie, who smiles creepily at me. I scramble away from her, and look over at Jen, who's head is hung low. I can't tell if she's crying or not, but my heart feels like it's been ripped in half. I can't stand seeing her like this.
"I hate you!" Bob screams at Jen, then smacks her on the head with an empty beer bottle. Blood runs through her gorgeous brown hair, dripping onto the rug, and staining it bright red. Not that it makes a big a big difference, though, because the rug is pink. My mom drags me out the door, just after Bob stomps out of the room. Jen looks up at me, sniffling, and I mouth 'I love you' before I leave. I hope that she understands it.
"What the hell were you thinking!!" Mom yells at me once we get in the car, "Hanging out with the dumb girl who cuts herself!!" 1, she is not a dumb, she's beautiful. And 2, she only cuts herself because of Bob, Frannie, and everyone else who tortures her at school. I hope that she's ok.
"God Pat, you scared me!" Frannie exclaims to me, "Don't ever do that again!" Don't worry, I will. She squeezes me tight, and starts kissing me. Again, I wish that she was Jen. She pushes away from me after a few minutes, and I just want to lay down on my bed and cry for Jen. We drive the rest of the way home in silence, except for mom and Frannie babbling on and on about how they didn't know where I was, and they were worried... And blah blah blah. When we get home, I sprint out of the car, and run into the house. Frannie follows close behind me.
"Babe?" She asks, but I ignore her. I run to my room, and slam the door shut. I turn the key so it locks, and let myself fall onto my bed. I immediately start crying. I pull out my phone, and text Jen.
P=Pat
J=Jen
P- Hi, how are you, babe
J- Awful, my arm really hurts
P-😢 I feel so bad for u. Is it ok if I call u babe?
J- Yeah, I'd love that
P- 😊 I'm so 😤👿 at Frannie right now, I want to kill her
J- ikr
P- This is all her fault, all of it
J- I know
P- Gtg, see u tomorrow, maybe we can go somewhere after school?
J- Sure, I'd love to, but wouldn't u r mom and dad be mad?
P- Yeah, but I honestly don't care at this point, they can't take me away from my one true love
J- 😍😍😍😘😘 Goodnight, love u!!
P- Goodnight, love you too!
Suddenly, someone knocks on the door, and I scramble to hide my messages with Jen. I run to open the door, and Frannie enters my room, and sits down on the bed next to me. "Guess who's staying overnight!?" She shrieks excitedly, and I want to throw up.
"Not you," I reply, "your mom called me and told me that you had to go home."
"Really?" She questions.
"Yes, you need to leave now," I say, hoping that she believes me.
"Ok... Bye baby," she says to me, kissing me on the cheek. I am so done with her.
"Bye," I mutter, and she leaves. I get up and lock my door, before laying my head on my pillow and crying myself to sleep.
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Please Stay... (A Pen Fanfic)
FanfictionTRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF CUTTING AND S*ICIDE Jen is an 18 year old girl whose father abuses her and her brother Bob. One day they decide to run away, but soon Bob becomes a drug addict and starts abusing Jen. But that all changes when she meets P...
