Patrick hockstetter x reader(sister)

Parents

      My eyes shot open from the front door slamming on the wall. "Kids, I'm home." Shit, our father was home early. He wouldn't react well to this. He already found us being close a problem what the hell would he do if we were sleeping together. I started to shake begging him to wake up. "Patrick, please get up." It was too late our father walked into my room watching as Patrick slowly sat up, his arms pinning me under him. Our father stood in the doorway frozen from shock. Patrick shift so I could sit up as well. "What were you two doing?" He crossed his arms knowing the answer. "Sleeping." "Fucking." My eyes widened in fear; he answered truthfully.  Why would he do that? He knew how our family would react. They are too scared to do anything to him but not to me. My father walked up to the bed where we both sat and looked at me dead in the eyes. "(y/n), get up out of that bed and come with me now." His voice was cold and dead. I knew I fucked up. I shook my head praying he wouldn't fight me as Patrick sat next to next to me. His eyes grew dark and he lunged for me, grabbing my hair. Patrick looked at me as I grabbed his arm. He wasn't going to help me. He's the one that said we did something and he is just going to watch as our father drags me away. "Patrick, please help," I begged him to help. My father tugged on my hair pulling me off the bed. I kicked and screamed as my father dragged me out of the room. Grabbing onto the doorway praying Patrick would jump at any moment.  But he sat there watching me struggle.  With one last tug, I released the doorway. Dragged to my parent's room.

     He slammed the door once we made it in. "Are you fucking stupid? Your the only hope for this family and you're fucking your freak of a brother." He threw me on the bed. He pinned me on the bed. I froze in fear. I was completely defenseless. He leaned in and kissed me.

      My eyes grew wide, I wanted to smack him and wipe it away.  I try to move my arms, making him push my arms feather into the bed. He lifted his head a smirk on his face. I started kicking, my voice stuck in my throat. He moved one of my hands to the other pinning them both with a single hand. He leaned over the end of the bed, laying on top of me, pinning my legs. I groan as his weight slowly started to crush me.  I felt him chuckle as he sat up, removing the weight. I look at his face now twisted into a terrifying smile. In his hands a rope. he took my hands tieing them to one of the posts. He pulled out a knife cutting my shirt from the collar to my stomach, cutting me a little. I hiss as some blood let the open wounds. Tugging on the rope praying he didn't tie well. " Dad let me go, please." He wrapped his hand around my neck not choking just there.  " I'm not your dad I'm your daddy, baby girl..." His voice was laced in something I heard once before. When I was little. I had a nightmare of a man coming into my room and raping me. It was so real that I told my mother and father about it but they claimed it to be a nightmare. The stress made me miss my period for a few months and I never could get close to males other than Patrick. 

     "You did this to me when I was small didn't you. You rapped your 5-year-old daughter." I started kicking and screaming. He got more rope tieing my feet t the end of the bed. I couldn't move. He removed the rest of mt shirt nad took my bra off. Tears ran down my face. I try to close my legs to fail as soon as my father started cutting those off of me too. the knife slightly cutting my skin as it ripped the jeans. Once they were off he cut the sides of my underwear. removing them. I keep my eyes closed not wanting to see what was going to happen next.  

      A cold metal was placed at my kneck. "Open your eyes, I want to see your fear. I open my eyes to see my father completely undressed.  his hands placed at the sides of my head. and one of his legs between mine. "Call me daddy, sweetheart." The cold blade pushed further into my kneck. "Daddy." He gave a giant toothy grin. The blade leaving my kneck. He moves into position. I kept my eyes open as he still had the blade. With one thrust, I screamed. I'm not ready for him. "Good girl, scream for your daddy." I felt every thrust looking away from him not to see his disgusting grin. My father will never have my trust again. His hand moved to my neck. Not being gentle this time, I could no longer breathe. I pulled on the ropes, moving to get some air.
     I felt a warm substance on my stomach, his hands growing tighter around my neck. He wasn't planning on releasing me. I am going to die. The world around me started fading the noises of the nearby fan faded into ringing. The room was so bright I closed my eyes. The pressure was released from my neck letting me gasped in the air. Coughing and trying curl up in a ball. I opened my eyes to see the blinding light of the hallway. Two figures were fighting both were tall and screaming. One a long object but it was impossible to tell what it is with the light. I closed my eyes and let the air fill my lungs again. I open my eyes finally able to see what was going on. Patrick and my father were fighting. Patrick had a metal pole and my father's had blood running down the side of his head. He came to save me. "Pa.." I could speak it hurt too much. As if needles were stabbing me throughout my throat.  With one last swing, my father clasped on the floor.  

     Patrick kneeled and checked if he was alive. I heard a slight "Good he's alive." Patrick stood above me and untied my wrists. I couldn't move everything hurt. He left the room and came back on the phone. He placed a towel, covering me and kicked my father in his side. I grabbed Patrick's hand and pulled. "Sta..." It hurt so much to talk. He sighed and kneeled beside the bed. "I called the police. You will be going to the hospital along with father they will take me in for questioning. I will tell them why I did it but if our father says we have done anything; I will be going to jail." I tried moving telling him to leave and get away from here. But it hurt so just to move my arms. "If I ran after calling out father can tell any lies he wanted and get you and me in a whole bunch of trouble.

     The police pulled up first but didn't take Patrick immediately as I was clenching on to him crying.  Once the ambulance showed up he was taken from the room letting me and my father get up in the ambulances as he was put into the back of the police car. I Was wheeled into the hospital almost unable to breathe anymore. "She has been choked check her windpipe and get a neck brace if there was any damage put a neck brace on her and in the ICU. My father was being taken straight to the ICU. The lack of air was getting too much to bear. I closed my eyes and the ringing in my ears grow covering the doctor's voice.

Sorry for the bad chapter but I had to write something don't get enough time to write much anymore.