when the party's over, hockstetter 𝜗𝜚

v. the bowers family

❨ WHEN THE PARTY'S OVER ❩
CHAPTER FIVE:
THE BOWERS FAMILY

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the gang follows henry's frantic steps as quickly as they can, none of them having the balls to tell him to slow down.

he was an absolute wreck.

he doesn't care about the water soaking his pants as he jumps in, arms flailing manically as he tries to reach the female.

when he finally gets close enough, he catches sight of her chest and notices: she's still breathing.

"stop standing there and help me, idiots!" he shouts, struggling a bit due to the slippery sand beneath him.

belch and victor nod and immediately jump in along side the mullet wearing boy, but patrick stands frozen.

he didn't understand what the hell was happening. this had to be some twisted nightmare, a figment of his imagination. it could not be real.

a few minutes go by of the boys slipping before they finally get a grip on the small female, henry holds her bridal style, her body feeling cold.

"cpr...any of you know cpr?" he huffs, gently resting her on the grass. he brushes back a few strands of her hair that were stuck to her forehead.

"nope."

"sorry, man." vic and belch speak at the same time, taking a few steps back when they see henry clench his jaw.

"patrick?" he looks up at the dark haired boy, his eyes silently pleading.

he furrows his eyebrows, his long hair falling into his face as he slowly paces back and forth before stopping abruptly.

"okay." he mutters, more to himself than the others, "okay. i got this."

he tried several times, slowly beginning to give up hope as she still doesn't move.

he tries one last time, pinching the bridge of her nose, soft rosy lips opening just a bit before pressing against her own.

eventually, she coughs and sputters, causing the hockstetter boy to back away and allow her to sit up.

henry shoves the lanky boy out of the way and pulls his cousin into a tight hug.

(y/n) continues to wheeze, spitting out the water she swallowed.

she blinks rapidly, trying to regain focus. her gaze immediately locks with patrick's, his concerned expression erupting butterflies in her stomach.

"what the hell happened to you? i swear to god if those losers did this, i'll—"

"it was butch, hen." she cuts him off, and he stares at her with wide eyes.

although he has come close, oscar bowers has never laid a hand on (y/n) in her ten years of living with him. something must have gone terribly wrong.

"w-what'd you do?" he chokes out, belch and victor taking this as their cue to leave, "you had to have done something. he wouldn't ever—"

"i didn't do anything." she snaps at the taller male, brushing him off of her.

"then what in the hell would make him go after yo—"

"god dammit, bowers! you always have to be on my ass." she huffs, "i wasn't feelin' well earlier so i left school. i managed to sneak in quietly but when i went to go find some food in the kitchen, i got caught. butch got really mad, started yelling at me. he got all up in my face, his breath smelled like alcohol so he must've been drinking. i-i don't know, he started calling me names and just never stopped."

"that doesn't explain how you ended up almost dead in the quarry."

"i was furious. i screamed back at him and he started chucking bottles at me, so i ran. i looked behind me for one second and next thing i knew i was falling. i must've hit my head or something. i don't know."

henry snickers, "you're quite the clumsy one, bambi."

"oh bag your face."

"let's get home. it's getting late."

(y/n) agrees immediately, allowing henry to take her hand. they walk for a few before the female suddenly says his name.

"hm?" he hums, awaiting her reply.

"i love you."

"love you too, (l/n)."