Bowers Gang preferences And Imagines

pet Racoon

"Benny!!" I yelled out. "Benny where are you!!" My pet Racoon ran outside and didn't come back. He does this rarely I can only guess he found another Racoon. "Benny"

I walked really far into the woods since this was the last place I need to check.

After jumping in a pile of crunchy leaves I heard familiar squeaks. "Benny?" I looked around and saw Patrick holding my Racoon. The psychopath of the school who has dead flies in his pencil box. "Put him down!" I yelled. Patrick snapped his head toward me. He dropped Benny and Benny ran over to me. "What the hell were you doing with him!!" His eyes were wide then they went back to normal. "Non of your business" he said angrily "yes it is. I don't ever want to see your hands on him you got that" he didn't say anything I walked pass him. "What a Weirdo" I whispered but not enough since he grabbed my wrist. "You wanna say that again princess" he said through his teeth. "Hey get your hands off of me freak!!" I tried to pull away "look who's talking, I'm not the one with a trash panda"

"So, you can't hurt me and if you did the cops will arrest you and put you in a mental hospital where you belong" he gripped onto my wrist tight "really? Did the other kids get found yet?" I knew he meant the kids that had gone missing. They had all been forgotten "your the one. Your the one killing the kids!!" He smirked "oh princes if I was the reason they were going missing they wouldnt even know" I ripped my hand away and started running. Benny held on tight to me. Since Patrick was a lot taller than me he was catching up. I tried to run into town, even though no one cares a lot the cops will still stop him. I ran and ran .

I was now in a junk yard. And I tripped letting go of Benny. Patrick got on top of me "get off! Get off!" I started to kick and hit him. He grabbed my face with one hand "Ok you bitch you're going to keep your mouth shut. And your going to stay by my side so I know you don't tell anyone about this. And if you manage to tell someone you, your family, and that trash eater are going to die a slow and painful death. Nod your head if you understand" I nodded my head shaking and crying.

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