Rampage - Patrick Hockstetter

Chapter 5

"Which one is it?" Belch asked, driving slowly down the street, peering at the house numbers.

'Drive past it, drive past it, drive past i—"

"That one, that's the one." Patrick pointed, his hands hovering above her waist. Jay shook her head profusely.

"What? You're saying I'm wrong?" Patrick chuckled. Jay peered at him, the handkerchief encasing her lips and the hair band cutting off her circulation, turning her wrists blue.

"I'm always right." Patrick bellowed, smirking, gripping her waist through her jeans.

"Pull over Belch." Patrick hissed, his eyes remaining on Jay's. Jay remained stubborn, shaking her head as Belch pulled into her driveway.

Henry pushed open his door, stepping out as Patrick followed. Once out of the car, Patrick gripped Jay's ankle, hauling her out of the car and over his shoulder.

Jay grunted as Patrick made his way to the porch. "See you fuckers tomorrow." Henry shouted, speeding away in the car. Patrick laughed, his hand landing on Jay's backside with a smack.

Her eyes widening, Jay kicked him in the hip. With every step he took, she felt as if his shoulder would puncture her stomach as her legs dangled over his torso.

"Let's see if Miss Jay Sloan is correct or not." Patrick grunted before setting Jay down into a red lawn chair on the porch.

"But before we receive results, let's see what's in store for Jay shall we?" Patrick asked, strutting down the wooden porch.

"Behind curtain number one we have, lounging on the couch with her favorite man in her skimpiest outfit she owns."

Jay wretched, rolling her eyes. "Behind curtain number two we have cooking dinner in just undergarments!"

Physically gagging, Jay coughed aggressively. "Which one would Miss Jay like to choose from?" Patrick asked, kneeling next to her.

"Mph!" Jay shouted into the handkerchief. "What was that did she say two?" Patrick asked, cupping his ear.

Jay shook her head stomping her foot on the wood underneath her. She would never want to do either of those things not even alone but the skimpiest thing she owned was a lace bralette and running shorts that were too small for her but those were hidden.

"Oh, did she say one?"

Jay nodded, holding up a finger. Patrick glanced to her finger and then to her. "Well ladies and gentlemen I guess we'll have to find out inside!"

"He won't be able to get it, it's locked." Jay thought to herself.

Her dad always locked the front door, mainly cause he never uses it. He always kept a the backdoor unlocked. Easier access to the garage so he could make his liquor store runs more efficiently.

Lifting the potted plant, Patrick easily picked up the key and jiggled it into the door with no hassle.

Stunned, Jay watched him twist the knob and push open the door. "Bingo." Patrick winked, pulling her into him.

"Shall we enter our honeymoon suite my love?" Patrick asked. Jay shook her head, "Mmmph!"

"Your request is my command." Patrick tipped his head, tucking his arm under her legs and back, sweeping her off of her feet.

In that moment, she was his bride as the two made it inside the house, Patrick kicked the door shut with his foot.

Entering the house, she felt as if it wasn't hers like she had never been there before, but all her things were there, her couch, her television, everything.