"ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ" (Yandere Patrick Hockstetter x reader)

chapter 4- 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲

                   HIII I HAVE A SONG FOR THIS CHAPTER

i luv the song

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1st POV

I wake up to a cold, wet feeling. I look around to realize i fell asleep in the woods, and it started raining. "shit.." i mumble, blinking the sleep away from my eyes. I slowly get up, trying to recall what happened. "right.. the clown.." i say to myself, shivering from the cold rain hitting my skin."of fuck! my parents are probably home!" i start speed walking towards my house, worried that the clown may have hurt them. when i got to my house, i saw lights coming from the windows. i quietly open the front the and walk inside, closing it. i slowly make my way to the kitchen, and peek my head to look inside. To my surprise everything is back to normal. No blood and no bugs or maggots. I see my parents and i sigh in relife but confusion. "where did it all go? was it just in my head?" and similar questions are running through my mind. "y/n? is that you?" i hear my mom calling. i walk into the kitchen with water dripping from my hair and clothes. "where the hell were you?! do you know how worried we were?!" my dad starts yelling. "b-but the clown.." i say with my head low. "are you serious ?! what clown!? you are ridiculous y/n!!" he yells 

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i sit in the warm bathtub, washing away the rain water and dirt from sitting on the ground, as a few quiet tears roll down my face.  Just a few minutes ago my parents/guardians were yelling at me and lecturing me on how irresponsible i am for walking outsuide at this time. I splash my face with the warm water and then get out of the bathtub.  I walk towards my room with a towel wrapped around my torso. I change into my pjamas and get into bed. As i lay in bed, i think about what happened today. after a few minutes i fall asleep. 

3 weeks later

for the past 3 weeks ive been getting more strange little notes in my locker. i learned to not mind them. Although i was still curious to who may have been writing them. Me and the losers have been pretty distant. I don't know why or what may have caused it, but they try to avoid me. It dosen't bother me as much anymore because Patrick ocasionally talks to me and i made a new friend. Her name is Beverly Marsh. She's a bit younger than me. But she's really nice to hang around .Although there are some ugly rumours about her. I don't belive them tho. She dosen't seem like that type AT ALL. plus, she's too young to be doing these kind of stuff.  

2nd POV 

you and Beverly were sitting at the quarry, just talking and chilling."Hey Bev? can i tell you something?" you looked at her. "sure, what's up?" she smiled as she took a puff out of her cigarret, and blew the smoke the oposite way from you.(if you smoke then idk imagine you're smoking as well) "i have been getting 'love' letters in my locker for almost a month now and i have no idea who it could be." you said making eye contact "looks like you've got a secret admirer my dear y/n" she chuckled but frowned upon seeing your expresion. "hey.. you don't seem too hppy about it?" she spoke, putting out her cig. "no not really. The letters are getting weirder by the day... look at what it said today" you took out a letter a gave it to her 'just letting you know i wish i could have you all to my self, where no one else could reach you. a place where you would love me and only me. i'd cut anyone up if it meant i'd get your full attention even for just a bit.' "holy shit.. that's not okay. Y/N who ever sent that is not okay in the head." beverly said, looking through the note "i obviously noticed. what am i supposed to do?" "i don't know.. you shouldn't worry about it. maybe someone is trying to mess with you." she shrugged. "okay but who?"you qestioned. "i dont know but if anything happens you can come to me, okay?" she put a comforting hand on your shoulder. "okay.." you replied.

later

i got home and went curly to my room. As i looked around my room, my heart dropped to my ass. on the table was laying a note and a bloody red rose next to it. i picked up the note with shaky hands, which had "love me" written in red ink all over the page. Following with hearts who i assumed were drawn with blood, because of the colour and texture. your heart quickened as you dropped the letter and you looked around the room for any sign that someone was there. You were scared. Really fucking scared. Yet you didn't tell anyone because deep down you liked it. You liked the attention and you liked the idea of someone loving you. Was it messed up? yeah, but you didn't care. At least not for now... 

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you were getting ready for bed when suddenly you heard a knock on your window. Your eyes widened and you hesitated for a moment, but slowly you made your way over to the window. you pushed the curtain away to be met with a window that someone blew onto and drew a heart onto the steamed part. You didn' dare to open the window but you leaned to the side to try if you can see someone. You didn't. But what you DID see, was a red balloon floating on the road."FUCK NO." you thought as you closed the curtain and jumped onto your bed.  after like 5 minutes you got up and picked up the note you threw earlier. you put it on your night stand and then you went to put the single rose into a tall slim glass filled with water. 

you went to bed and yet you couldn't fall asleep. You were so confused. Why? Because you didn't know if you want this attention or not. You thought about this untill you fell asleep.

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Patricks POV

My heart was racing like mile a second when she put the rose into water, i never wanted to go into her room and take her for my self more. Yet i didn't. I couldn't, not yet at least. So i just watched, waiting for her to fall asleep. It took a while, but i was finally sure she was asleep. I quietly opened her window and i got inside her room. i took the scissors from my pocket, and walked over to her bed. I sat on the edge and took a strand of her hair into my hand and gently cut it off. "i wonder how she would look like with me gripping her hair and- fuck don't think that dumbass." i thought to myself as i put the hair into a small bag. i kissed her head as i placed my hand on her hair. I still don't understand what i'm feeling but i want more of it. Never in my life i was so desprate of wanting someone for myself as i want her. after a few more minutes i went to leave, when i saw her old hairbrush. So before leaving, i took it. When leaving i made sure to put everything how it was suposed to be.   

"𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣"

END OF CHAPTER 4!!!