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Chapter 3, You Know I Had To Do It To Em

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Patrick and you didn't talk much after he came back from his lunch break. He glanced at you every now and then but he didn't approach you. What a relief.

Closing time was just about 10 minutes away, and then you could finally pack your belongings and head to the bus-stop. Today had certainly been...eventful. You collect some dirty dishes, and bring them over to the sink for the cleaning staff to take care of. The restaurant seemed just about dealt with. All the tables had been wiped off and floors were cleaned, it was nice to see a spotless workplace before you left for the day. Making your way to the back room, you untied your apron and put it in a little bin to be washed later. You saw Patrick's apron was already there. It made you uneasy.
"(y/n) did you use a garbage bag?" One of the cleaning staff asked. You raised an eyebrow.
"Not that I know of."
"I guess we ran out then." She tapped her foot. "I could have sworn there was one left..."

You shrugged, grabbing your backpack and slinging it over your shoulder, opening the door to leave. You turned the corner and started making your way to the bus stop, and that was when you heard it.
Footsteps.
It could have been the echoes of your own feet-you changed your pace a few times just to make sure. Yet still the the sounds followed you. Patrick. That was your first thought. The idiot must have been trying to follow you home again. You sped up, determined to make him fall behind.

The bus top was only a little further away, but the sickening realization hit you that your ride wouldn't arrive for another 10 minutes. You couldn't risk standing around that long, who knows that Patrick could do to you if he caught you. Without putting much thought into where you were going, you took the shortcut from yesterday. Quickly rushing through a narrow alleyway hoping Patrick wouldn't follow you past there. Sadly he did, he was a safe distance away from you at the moment but it wouldn't stay that way for long. You had to get inside. Desperately, you scan through your surroundings. Hoping to find a shop that was still open, or anywhere with security cameras. The Eden Club was an option. Granted, you'd never go there willingly- but if it meant safety then it was better than nothing at all. You quickly rush over to the entrance only to see a sign that read "customers only."
No way- let's try something else.
You tell yourself.

It seemed to you that sprinting might just have to become a hobby of yours. You'd always been somewhat of a fast runner. Or at least you liked to think so. You start dashing, taking a good few strides. But that was just about as far as you got before Patrick grabbed you from behind. His hands were strong, you couldn't pull yourself  free.
"Sweetheart, how's about you come back to my place for a good time?" Oh god you hated his voice. You hated everything about him.
"Let me go!" You yell, trying to run forwards. He clamps a hand over your mouth.
"Zip it (y/n)." You bite his hand, which was a regrettable move. But at least it made him pull it away.
"HELP!" You yell again, even louder than the first time. Patrick pulled what felt like a garbage bag around your neck. Bad decision- that was a r e a l l y b a d decision. The bag tightened.

"You little bitch!" He scowled. He was choking you at this point. "You can't do anything without getting other people involved can you?" He pushes you again a brick wall. You were running out of air. "What are you going to do now bitch? Can't defend yourself? Your little android isn't here to save your sorry ass. It's a shame your pretty face is all going to waste." He kept tightening the bag, leaving a deep bruise on your neck. He was really planning to kill you right here and now wasn't he? You were starting to feel dizzy
But no. You weren't going to let his happen. If you were going to get murdered by anyone it certainly wasn't going to be at the hands of a grubby sex offender like Patrick. Pressing against the wall you use what remaining strength you had left to propel your leg straight into his gut. He let go of the bag, falling backwards. You knocked the wind out of him. "Son of a bitch-"
Heaving for air you pull the bag away from your neck, sprinting with speed you didn't even know you had in you. You couldn't afford to slow down, you didn't know if he had gotten up or not.
One block left.
You sprung forwards, running until you reached the lobby door of your apartment building. You press your keycard up against the sensor and walk in, gasping for air. As long as no one let him in, Patrick wouldn't be able to get to you. You sluggishly press the elevator button, waiting with anticipation for the large metal doors to slide apart. Just a little longer until you could finally get home.

It was empty when it opened, letting you step in with ease. You press the button for the 25th floor and let the elevator do the rest of the work for you. There was a mirror inside, you decided to get a good look at how much damage was done to your neck. Sure enough there was a dark bruise from where Patrick pulled the bag. So that was where the last garbage bag went. You touch your injury gently with one hand, it was painful. You wince slightly.

This was really getting out of control. You could have quite literally died tonight if you weren't lucky. You normally didn't swear much but man, Patrick was a bastard. It was going to be too risky heading to work tomorrow. There was a small chime as the elevator doors parted. You reached your floor. Stepping out, you quietly made your way to your apartment door, unlocking it and entering with a sigh of relief. There were a million other things to worry about but the first thing that seemed to come to your mind as your eyes fell on your coat rack was Connor.

"I'll keep tabs on Patrick just in case." You remember his words. You were scared to go to the police because you didn't have any evidence but the bruise around your neck said otherwise-
"I have proof!" You cheer quietly to yourself, only to regret it a second later. It hurt to talk. Your voice was hoarse. That bag did more damage than you thought.

You sigh, getting ready for bed without saying another word. You were going to call in sick for work tomorrow. You had a police station to get to.

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