Personal Space (Patrick Hockstetter)

Chapter 8: Lies

        It was Saturday morning now. [Name] hadn't slept one bit after her nightmare. Patrick came in after about 15 minutes of smoking his cigarette. He dozed off on the couch. It was 7:15 now. [Name] got hungry and stuffed some waffles in the toaster. While she waited for them to pop up, she poured a glass of orange juice for herself. Having Patrick over was a dangerous gamble. So many things could go wrong. If someone saw them leave the house together, they'd quickly get the wrong idea. She also didn't know when her parents would be home, and if they saw that she had a boy sleep over, she was surely dead. The waffles popped up and she removed them from the toasted and put them on a plate. She doused them in syrup and checked out the window. Still no cars. Where the hell were her parents anyway? Did they go on vacation? She had no idea. She walked over to the couch where Patrick was sleeping, it smelled strongly of cigarette smoke. She hated that smell. It always lingered on the smoker like a shadow. You couldn't get rid of it, but it was surely there. Her parents would certainly question her about that smell, but right now they weren't home so it was that big of a concern. She lightly tapped his shoulder, she wouldn't yet shake him awake. [Name] still considered him dangerous even though she had gotten a little more comfortable. She knew what he was capable of, and it wasn't always pretty. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her. He looked exhausted. "I made waffles if you want one", she told him. He let out a long breath, "I'll take one", he said slowly. He got off the couch, still in his clothes  from yesterday. His hair was a mess. He walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table, testing his head on his hands. She put a plate with a few waffles in front of him and he began eating immediately. She laughed, "You're hungry", she said. He said something back, but she had no idea what it was since he had a mouthful of food.

       "I'm going to go get dressed, I'll be right out", she said to him. "I'll come with you", he said. Once again she rolled her eyes, "No you won't.", she said. He grinned, "I've had enough of you telling me what to do, I think it's my turn now", he told her. She knew this would happen. Patrick had been messing with her this whole time. It was a trap. "Patrick, sit back down", she told him, taking a step back. He stood up to his full height and took a step forward, "I'm not joking around [Name]", he said in almost a threatening tone. She felt like everything around her had shattered into pieces. "I'll call the cops! I'll scream!", she yelled. He only laughed and took anther step forward. She stepped back and ran for the door, swinging it wide open and running out as fast as she could. He followed behind, but stopped when he got a few steps out the door. She kept running in her pajamas. She stopped against a building and rested once she figured she had gotten far enough away. No one seemed to be around since it was early on a Saturday morning. She checked the pockets on her plaid pajama pants, she luckily counted 20 dollars in them. She would get breakfast with this money, since he hadn't eaten her waffles back at home. She began to walk to one of her favorite cafes when she noticed a car out of the corner of her eye.

     The car was old and blue, and seemed to be creeping up the street. It looked like it would break down any minute. She turned a corner, and the car turned too. She moved faster, and so did the car. She heard laughing coming from inside the car. A familiar laugher. Henry Bowers' laugher. She turned her head towards the car and her prediction was unfortunately correct. Henry Bowers, Belch Huggins, and Victor Criss were all in that blue car. She ran into the nearest store, a clothing store. She grabbed a pair of pants and a tee shirt and ran into the dressing rooms. Although stupid, her plan was to either sneak out in new clothes, or stay hidden. She couldn't choose since both had a high chance of failure. There was nothing else she could do.

A little but of a plot twist in this one. Incase you didn't know, sociopaths are highly manipulative and will often put on "shows" to get what they want. Since Patrick is known to be a sociopath, I tried using an example of that in the story. Off topic, but 2k reads!!!

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