You took a deep breath and sighed with exhaustion as the bus pulled up to the school. You watched students run around the school yard and dash in and out of the building. You were early. The school bell hadn't rung yet. You slowly stood up and strolled down the school bus isle and out onto the sidewalk. You stood there for a moment, and watched as others went about their business.
Your head whirled, you felt slightly nauseous and physically unstable. Like you could fall at any moment. You didn't move until you saw a long figure making long stides towards you. Patrick glared at you from across the yard as he came at you. So you simply tried walking away. Tried. He caught up to you. That's apart of how you knew he was real.
For the longest time you thought you were alone in the world, in the world you had created for yourself. You got what you wanted, when you wanted it, no one ever told you no. Except, for him. Your one and only equal. It terrified you at first and after a failed murder attempt involving drowning him, you settled down and finally accepted it.
But thats how Patrick started to think about you as the same. After you pushed his head under water, he was shocked, distributed even. How could anyone, especially a girl like you be capable of such a thing? He was enraged with you after that, but got over it after he came to the conclusion that you weren't real. You were a creation of his subconscious to provide him with some entertainment and challange. So he kept you around.
"Don't you fuckin' run from me Y/L/N!" Patrick hisses as he reached a hand out and swiftly grapped your bicep. He pulled you back harshly and caught your other arm with his other to keep you there.
"Fuck off Hockstetter!" You shouted back. You really just wanted to be alone. Especially now. You see, you had been feeling sick and dizzy and like shit for weeks. Practically an entire month and when your period didn't arrive...you peed on a stick. The second line told you your fate, and it confirmed your belief. Patrick was real. How else would you get knocked up? No other guy ever had before.
"You been avoiding me all goddamm week, the fuck is wrong with you?" He shook you as he growled between gritted teeth.
"Let me go, whore." You tried to shrug him off but you got too lightheaded and he was too strong.
"Answer me, bitch." He ordered, leaning down and starring into your glassy eyes. Name calling was just, apart of your relationship. You had been wondering if you should tell him or not. Another reason you knew he was real, you never knew how he was going to react. You took deep, heaving breaths as you starred at him. When you didn't answer he shook you again.
"I'm fuckin' preggers goddamn it, quit shakin' me!" You hissed as you closed your eyes and covered your head with your hands. Your headache was blinding when he did that. Patrick paused. He just starred at you with a furrowed brow and a glare. "What?" You asked when he didn't say anything.
"You're fuckin' with me."
"No I ain't! Now leave me alone!" He let you pull away from him. You looked at him another moment before you started walking away again. He followed.
"Prove it!" He demanded.
"What, you want me to rip open my guts?" You shouted back.
"Prove it, goddamn it!!" He pushed your shoulders forwards so you'd trip up slightly. Your stumbled for a second but reached back into your back to pull out the tiny stick. He snatched it from your hand and starred down at it. "What the fuck is this?"
"A pregnancy test you dumbass." You hissed quietly as you snatched it away. "Two lines means pregnant."
"That doesn't prove anything!" He cried. He was stalling, in denial. He didn't want you to be pregnant, the idea was forgien to him. Babies were forgien to him, anything sweet and gentle and soft was forgien and he hated it all. But more than anything, he was fearful. This meant something more than just responsibility and young parenthood. It meant you were real. It meant that you were capable of creating a third life other than his and yours. It shook him to his very core.
"Fuck you it doesn't!" You yelled as you walked on to Derry High's front doors.
"The hell are you two screaming about!?" Henry demanded as he, Belch, and Vic approached you. You starred at Henry, not wanting to indulge in any of his bullshit. Once you had considered Henry real, but soon you realized that he was just a pest.
"Bitch is knocked up!" Patrick blurted.
"Gee, I wonder who could have DONE THAT!" You shrieked at him before entering the school. He chased after you.
From there on, Patrick followed you around when he wasn't held up in class or bullying. He was particularly cruel that day. Broke some kid's nose even. He wouldn't leave you alone, going through the 7 stages of grief. The initial shock was first, denail, anger towards his peers and even you. Bargining when he asked you to get rid of it, and you refused. That triggered a short lived depression when he went silent all lunch. And now, he was teating you. He was acting like the conversation never happened. He had his arm around you as you leaned against a wall after school. He leaned down and started kissing your cheek, which led his lips all the way down to your neck.
"What the fuck are you doin?" You asked him as he kissed and nibbled at your neck. He even turned to place himself in front of you so he could rub and grope you as he pleased. "Hey, Pat, cut it out." You hissed as your tried to get him off of you. You felt stronger now, not great, but better.
"Come home with me." He told you.
"Fuck off. I'm going home." You groaned back as you pushed on his chest.
"Come on hot stuff, you can't get anymore pregnant, might as well-"
"Oh suck a dick!" You shouted as you managed to push and slit your way away from him. You ran to the bus stop where you hopped on and made it home safley. You just wanted some fuckin' peace and quit. Which, you had. Up until about 3am.
You laid there in bed, getting what little sleep you could. Peaceful, quit, sweet, as innocent as you could get. But all that went to shit when you heard your window slide open. Goddamn it. You opened your eyes and watched an almost demonic figure crawling into your room.
"Fuck off Patrick." You groaned and tried to roll over in bed.
"Awww don't be mad, sweet thing." Patrick cooed as he crawled into your bed with you. He was on top of you instantly with his hand sliding up and down your soft skin. "I've been thinking about you all night."
"Why don't you just go jerk off?" You grumbled.
"It aint the same baby." He moaned as he ran his hand up your ass. He gave a small purr. "Besides, you've been blue ballin' me all week. You gotta throw me a bone." He whispered into your neck. If there was anything about Patrick that was good, it was that he was a good seducer. He knew how to touch you and make you melt.
"Patrick..."
"C'mon baby. You won't regret it, I promise." He pulled up your oversized pajama shirt up other your head. That left you in just panties. He threw your covers off of you, and starred down at you. He really did love your body. In defiance, you turned over on your belly. Patrick, not picky, gave a sly smile. He straled your legs so he could easily pull down your panties and reveal your ass alone. He groped and ran his hand up and down your cheeks before he spreas them apart. Suddenly, he had himself an idea. He pulled off his shirt and pulled down his pants before laying down on his stomach too.
"Pat, what are you?" You looked back but took a deep gasp when he placed his tongue flatley on your click and licked up all the way up to your ass. You gave a long moan. Patrick stayed there. He licked and sucked at your ass as he his kept your cheeks aprt for him. After all, there was nothing Patrick wouldn't do for the pleasure of seeing you moaning because of him. He chuckled at your reaction, at your enjoyment. He ate you out as he pleased until you sufficiently wet enough for him to place a finger at your entrance, and press in. "Ah! Patrick, no-I- ah." He fingered your ass until you could take a second. It didn't hurt nearly as much as you thought. Patrick had never fucked your ass before, but he had toyed with you.
He started eating once more before he sat up, and stratled your legs together. Your felt his hard cock on your bare ass cheeks before he spread them apart once again. Your hreat bear furiously in your chest. Was he really going to? You let out a sudden gasp as he suddenly pressed the head of his cock into you. You squeaked as he pushed on, making you grip the sheets.
"Aaaahaha...fuck." Patrick sighed as he slid himself all the way in. So deep. Soon he started to thrust in and out. Letting a large strand of spit drop from his mouth onto your ass for additional lubricantion when he needed. You whimpered and squeaked as he fucked your ass. He pressed his hands onto the small of your back as his pace sped up and he started fucking you harder and harder.
"Oh...god..." You chocked out, it made him chuckled.
"You gonna cum?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. He took one hand and reached out and reached his hand around your neck to pull your head up. He turned your head and kissed you roughly. "You gonna cum for me?" He cooed as your orgasm approached you. You closed your eyes tight as you went dizzy. Your bit your lip to keep yourself from screaming as you came. Patrick chuckled again and continued fucking you until you felt him jerk and twitch. He grunted loudly and his thrusts got harder and faster. "Ohh fuck, oh fuck yeah y/n." He growled before his jaw dropped and gasped. He came inside your ass.
"Ha...ah...fuck..." You panted as Patrick slowly pulled himself out of you. He leaned forward and kissed you again.
"I figured you'd like that. Don't wanna hurt the baby after all." Patrick's logical was flawed.
"Fuck you." You growled and it made him laugh.