Thanks Patrick (Patrick Stump x Reader)

Rescue

Y/N POV

I woke up. I grabbed the covers and snuggled into them appreciating the warmth they gave. I looked over at the nightstand. 10:30. As I was getting up I noticed Patrick asleep next to me. I smiled. He looked so cute like that. I got up and wandered downstairs. The house was beautiful and open. I felt bad making this man take care of me. I should leave. I looked down and saw my bag by the door. I took out some of my clothes and got cleaned up and changed in the bathroom. I planned to leave and find somewhere else to stay.

I opened the door and gripped my bag. As I left I took one more look in the house.

"Thanks Patrick." I whispered to myself before shutting the door behind me.

I walked down random streets. I wasn't quite sure where I was going but I just needed to leave. It wasn't raining anymore thank goodness but the streets were still pretty barren. I turned a corner and I saw a figure approaching. He looked familiar. It hit me. Jack. I put my hood up and looked down as I walked past. Suddenly a hand grabbed my shoulder.

"Y/N? I've been looking for you." I couldn't see his face but I could sense he had that same sinister smile from my dream.

"Get off Jack." I was quiet but firm. He turned me around so my back was on a wall.

"When did we get so fiesty." His face was close to mine and I could feel his hot breath on my face.

"Jack let me go." I was louder this time. I felt his hand cover my mouth and his other hand on my neck.

"You better shut the fuck up bitch. Now, your coming back to the apartment and I'll make sure you never leave."

I bit his hand and he recoiled from the pain. "I'm not going anywhere with you!" I tried to run but I felt the sharp pain of the punch he laid on my face. I hit the concrete ground hard. He kicked my stomach and sides.

"This is what you get for defying me." My vision was going blurry but I could see someone running towards Jack.

"What the hell do you think your doing. That's not how you treat a woman or anyone for that matter!" Was that Patrick?

"She my bitch I'll do whatever the fuck I like shorty." I could hear them fighting.

"You better get the fuck out of here before I call the police." Patrick sounded serious.

Footsteps ran in the opposite direction.

Patrick's POV

Y/N was on the floor groaning in pain. I picked her up bridal style and laid her in my car.

"Y/N can you hear me? I'm gonna take you back to my place to get you cleaned up. Okay?" I saw her nod her head in agreement.

*time skip to back at the apartment brought to you by Patrick's sideburns*

I placed the wet cloth on her bleeding wounds especially the one on her head.

"Why did you leave?" I asked her.

"You don't even know me why would you want to take care of me." She had tears forming in her eyes.

"No please don't cry. Listen I just wanted to take care of you because you needed help. Is that guy who beat you up the one who gave you the bruises the other night." She hesitated for a moment then nodded.

"His named Jack he is - was my boyfriend." She looked sad again.

"Don't worry about me though I'm used to it." I grabbed her chin so she was looking at me. God I loved those eyes.

"I will never let him hurt you again." For the first time I saw her genuinely smile. I embraced her on that couch.

Authors Note

This chapter felt rushed just wanted to add a bit of drama I guess idk if it worked. Let me know what you think and feel free to leave suggestions. Stay safe.