The crunches of leaves got louder and louder as the group approached. "Come out come out wherever you are. I have your shirt, don't you remember?", a voice yelled. She stayed in her hiding spot behind the tree. "Don't you want it back?", the voice beckoned. There was anger in it. Henry Bowers hadn't stopped chasing her since she changed her clothes at that store. She quickly peeked out from the tree. The gang was searching under leaf piles and behind trees. Henry was holding onto her old shirt that she had left in the dressing room. Patrick was not with them. "Where are you, pig? Come get your shirt", he taunted. She sucked her breath in. Any sound could give her away. Henry knew these woods well since he always came here.
The weight of the flashlight could not be supported by the pocket of the sweatshirt on her waist. It began to fall out and hit the ground with a slight crunch. The 3 members of the gang all lifted their heads, and Henry grinned evilly. [Name] started to silently panic, there was nowhere to hide. Henry krept up behind the tree she was at. He reached around it and grabbed her arms, pulling them back and around the tree. She screamed, as the tree was quite thick. Henry continued to try and pull her arms all the way around it, while the sockets of her shoulders popped and crackled. Her spine pressed sharply to the rough tree and her hair was getting caught in loose pieces of bark. He let out a loud laugh and she tried to break her arms free, but his grip was too tight. "I should break your fucking arms for running away from me", he said, as her shoulder let out a loud, deep pop sound. Henry let go of her arm and it loosely took its place at her side. She couldn't move it. She screamed in pain. Victor looked around, showing signs of concern on his face. [Name]'s shoulder was popped clean out of its socket and was simply dangling down from its former spot. Henry walked over to her and flicked her shoulder, she let out another ear-piercing scream. He then grabbed her arm with both of his hands and jerked it up. The bones in her arm slide against themselves and with another loud pop, her arm was back in its socket.
Although getting her arm back in its socket seemed like a good thing, it was actually very bad. Henry had done this knowing that the sliding bones would leave her in excruciating pain. Her shoulder had already begin to bruise in a large patch. "You should've thought twice before running away from me", Henry sneered. "Look..." She tried to explain, but Henry pinned her shoulder tightly to the tree, "Did I fucking tell you that you could speak?", he questioned. She didn't say anything, he pushed her shoulder even further. Her face contorted into a painful grimace and she closed her eyes.
A set of footsteps could be heard in the distance. [Name] assumed they were either Victor's or Belch's. Henry removed his arm from her shoulder and turned around. Just as he had, he had been punched in the face. She opened her eyes, despite being terrified of what might be there. Patrick was standing right in front of her, he had blood on his knuckles and Henry was on his knees, trying to stop his bleeding nose.
Sorry I forgot to post a chapter yesterday😅 Reminder, I did publish another story that I'm currently working on, but I won't be paying as much attention to that one as I do this one.
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Personal Space (Patrick Hockstetter)
Fanfiction[Name] blended in with the crowd. All her life she's been in the background, and that's how she liked it, until one fateful meeting with the sociopath known as Patrick Hockstetter. After that day, her life wouldn't ever be the same, and everything s...
