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

Part 9-𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹

 tw: drugging, murder

1nd person POV

I wake up to light coming into my room. "what the hell happened.." i mumble to myself as i sit up on the empty bed. "Oh..right.." i sigh looking around the room. I sit in silence for a few moments, before trying to stand up. "what the?!" i say as i start taking notice of that my lower body wouldn't budge. As i try to get up again, i fall of the bed with a loud 'THUD'. "ow.." i hold onto my side. 

2nd person POV

You flinch when you hear the bedroom door unlocking. "Oh shit- princess, are you okay?!" Patrick said as he ran over to you. You on the other hand backed up into the wall, looking up at the ravenette boy with fear in your eyes. he picked you up and put you back on the bed. "You can't do that, don't break too soon, princess. Your're for me to break." He took your face in his hands and kissed your forhead. "What the hell did you do to me.." You said with fear and anger in your voice, and fresh tears rolling down your cheeks. Patrick wiped your tears and put his hands on your thighs, genrly rubbing them in 'comforting' circles. "Oh my sweet doll...Don't be scared.. You'll be able to walk again in about 2 days. This is just for protection.. You know, when i trust you enough to not try and run away from me, there wont have to be anything like this.." he smiled and the sickeningly sweet smile made you shiver. "why would you do this. How did you even do it.." "Lidocaine injection " He replied, ignoring your first question. "what..?" you asked with a shaky voice. "It's used for numbing body parts. I just used i bigger dose so you would be numb for a longer time. But don't worry, i did my research. So you won't get hurt." You placed your hand over your mouth, trying to muffle any more tears. "Well, let's go eat breakfast. What'cha say, princess?" He said, picking you up again.

losers club POV.

"G-guys don't you tuh-think we w-were a bit huh-harsh on y-y-y/n?" Bill asked looking at the losers. "i don't know,,I mean, i haven't see her since the last day of summer." Stanley replied. "Jeez guys, she's probablly on a vacation or something." Richie said, scratching his hand nervously. What if something DID happen to her? "No no that can't be it! i clearly remember hearing her say that she wont go anywehre until aughust!" Eddie added, glaring at Richie. "SHE'S FINE OKAY?! DON'T OVERTHINK IT!" richie yelled and everyone looked at him. "Richie-" "No! just Stop! We told her that we didn't like her!! WHY WOULD WE SEE HER?" stanely said and richie cut him off with yelling. "guys he's r-right. y/n's probablly fuh-fine. It's not l-like we huh-had a choice. Bill said, putting a hand on Richies shoulder. "Stupid Hockstetter. I swear he's gonna get it one day." Stanley sighed.

Your POV

I lay on Patricks chest silently, him playing with my hair, tugging on it lightly from time to time. The tv was playing some random movie that i didn't pay attention to. My heart was beting so damn fas i bet he could feel it. When he asked me to watch a movie with him i didn't even think of a 'no'. beacause i basically couldn't do anything right noe besides obeying my kidnapper. After a while the movie ended and the news came on. 

"A dead body of ____ ______ was found near the junkyard wit multiple stab wounds and burn marks all over his body." the director spoke and your heart sunk. Patricks grip thightened when he felt you tense up "Relax princess" he spoke and it actually made you relax. But you knew the boy. He had asked you out multiple times since you moved into derry. And you politely declined every time. But now he was dead.

Partricks POV

I played with her hair as i watched her expression stiffen. Oh how beautiful she looked like that. I smirked to myslef seeing my handy work on the new. All for my girl. She was mine after all. And that guy was getting in my way. But now she's mine for good.  Just 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚. No one else gets to have her. I hug her tighter and she relaxes into me. I feel butterflies fill up my stomach. It was so sickening, it was driving me super fucking crazy. I loved it, i wanted more. I love the way she makes me feel. It's so gross that it makes me feel good.  

2nd person POV 

he ran his hand along your spine, making you shiver. The longer you spent time with your kidnapper the more you started to enjoy it. He smelled of ashes and ciggaret smoke. Yet it wasnt a bad smell and you were getting attached. You felt crazy giving into this. You were practically becoming 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹. Exactly what he wanted... Maybe it was because you were completely at his mercy and he could do anything to you if he wanted to. Because again, you could't do anything. But right now it didn't feel that bad. He DID take care of you after all. You trully were breaking under the palm of a man that claimed to love you more than the world itself.

if any of you say that y/n is a cry baby i'm going to fucking explode.

SORRY FOR A SHORTE CHAPTER!! I'LL TRY MAKING THE NEXT ONE LONGER BUT I WAS VERY TIRED