When she reached her bag, she panic radiated from her.
"Hey, what's up?" I asked, taking my hair from the hairband.
"My dad is going to kill me!" she mumbled, throwing everything into her bag then sliding her sneakers on.
"Ali! It's okay, don't worry, we can go back now." I tried to reasure her but it failed.
"I was supposed to be back an hour ago, Patrick!" she yelled, grabbing my wrist and pulling me away.
We began our way to her house, her taking the lead once she knew where we were.
She unlocked the door with a shaking hand.
"I'm so sorry, daddy! I was with a friend and-" she stuttered, running through the door, leaving it open.
Her house looked a lot like mine. Bottles covered the floor, cigarette ash filled the air, wallpaper peeled from the walls and the atmosphere was thick. I awkwardly hovered around the front door, hoping Ali would come back soon.
"Oh, Alice I was so worried!" a tired looking man came into my vision, hugging Ali. His accent was clearly British.
Once he let go, she shuffled her feet awkardly, glancing up at me.
Her dad looked young but tired. His tiredness made him look older than he actually was. He had really long hair which was tied back in a ponytail and he wore ripped jeans and heavy workerboots. He looked like Ali's dad.
He followed her glance and faced me. His lips fell to a straight line he stood up straight. He looked as if he was trying to intimidate me but his plan was failing.
"And who might this me?" he asked, his voice sturn.
"Uh, dad.. This is Patrick. He's a lad from school..." she introduced me nervously.
He walked over to me, holding out a hand to shake.
"You alright, Mr Talon?" I smirked, shaking his hand.
A smile hinted on his face.
"Do you treat Alice with respect?" he quizzed.
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, glancing over to her.
"Alice?" I pondered.
"Oh, you know her as Ali? Well, do you treat my daughter with respect?" he asked again, catching my eye.
"Yes, sir. 'Course i treat her with respect." I lied, smiling nervously.
"Well, nice to meet you, Patrick. I'm Dan." he smiled, looking much calmer.
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Burnt Out - Patrick Hockstetter.
FanfictionThe gang set their eyes on the loner a couple days after she started. She was mysterious and nobody seemed to know anything about her. They were drawn to her by her recklessness and lack of cigarettes, the snarky remarks and her untold truth. She w...
