Dollface

Thief P.H. Part 1

First it was the pencil box, and now he was missing a lighter. Patrick's stuff had slowly started to go missing. He had started to think he was just misplacing things, being awfully forgetful but he was no idiot. He had searched everywhere. The dump, his locker, his room at home and the items were no where to be found. But if he hadn't lost them, where the hell were they?

Primrose had a problem, she had a habit of stealing things. Well not always on purpose, sometime people would lose things and she would simply pick them up. Finders keepers losers weepers was a saying she had often used as a child. She didn't want to steal things, it just happened sometimes.

One day in class she had fallen when heading to the front of the classroom, all her things had scattered across the floor along with a few things that she had knocked off of Patrick Hockstetters desk in an attempt to catch herself before hitting the linoleum. His precious pencil box had clattered to the ground along with some papers. Prim hurriedly picked up everything setting the papers back in front of the intimidating boy before scurrying off out of the classroom.

Unknowing she had accidentally taken the pencil box. It was red with a white plastic top. Curious she slid off the cover and peeked inside. She slapped her hand over her mouth in shock as she saw the graveyard of fly corpses that occupied the inside of the box. Quickly she slid the lid back shut and shoved the box inside of her locker underneath a stack of papers. What was she to do. She couldn't just walk up to him and give it back. The boy would surely hurt her for having something that belonged to him in her possession, so she kept it.

The lighter on the other hand had not been as much of a mistake, actually it hadn't been a mistake at all. Over the years primrose had become quite the pickpocket, able to snatch things away without the person even feeling. When she had seen Patrick slip the lighter into his back pocket after taking the first drag of his cigarette she couldn't help but want to take it. She had slyly made her way over to where bowers gang was standing under the bleachers and walked past them quickly reaching into his pocket and pulling out the object before quickly walking away to go examine her treasure.

After that day she swore to herself that she would not steal anymore of Patrick's things. She feared that he would start to notice and become suspicious of her, and she was exactly correct. It was a Tuesday when she had headed into the woods to go for a walk to get away from her helicopter parents. She was carrying the pencil box and lighter along with various other stolen things she had acquired in her bag that sat comfortably on her hip.

As she made her way through the woods picking up rocks that she found along her path she heard talking from across the stream. Curious she hopped the creek by stepping on taller rocks to avoid the cold water. She crept towards the voices, hiding behind trees along the way so she wouldn't be spotted by anyone. When she saw who it was her heart dropped to her feet. Standing in an opening was bowers and all his friends. Henry had a knife in his hand and he was throwing it at a tree that had been marked with a red x. Victor criss sat on a log smoking a joint next to Patrick and belch Huggins. Terrified she was just about to turn around and sprint the other way when she stepped on a large stick that was beside her.

Henry's head snapped in her direction and she stood there frozen with fear. "Well look what we have here boys" he laughed pulling his knife out of the tree and quickly making his way towards her followed by the others. "What are you doing out in the woods all by yourself. That's how girls like you get hurt you know" bowers chuckled as he grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled her towards him. "I-I was just leaving" she replied trying to pull away from him. "Leaving now? But then you'll miss out on all the fun" not knowing what to do she yanked away from him hard, causing her bag to slam to the ground and all the contents inside to pour out onto the forest floor. Patrick's eyes looked down and he noticed his pencil box and lighter laying among the objects.

Leaning down he picked up the stolen items and a smirk spread over his face. "It seems we found ourself a thief boys" Patrick's voice was dark and fear invoking. Primrose couldn't help but shiver as he stepped closer. 'This is where I die' she thought to herself. Patrick took a harsh grip on her arms and pulled her over to where he had been sitting before and pushed her back so that she was now sitting on the log. "I don't like when people take my stuff, Prim is it?" He questioned, his grip still tight on her arm. "I-I'm sorry" was all that she could get to come out of her mouth. "I think your gonna have to do better then that. Your gonna have to think of a way to make it up to me"

Authors note: ok ya I know this literally sucks and if y'all like it I'll make a part 2. I'm still taking requests, so PLEASE if you have any ideas let me know 😂