Twisted

Part 3

It was hard to stay awake in the state that Patrick left you. You fell asleep almost instantly. Waking up the next morning, your entire body ached. Sore, with a splitting headache. You ran your fingers through your hair, sighing deeply as you sat up in bed. You looked over at the clock on your bedside table. Noon. You groaned and hopped off of your mattress. Feeling heavy, and disgusting.

The bright light of day blinded you as you shuffled to your door. The event of the night before playing in your head over and over again. What have you done? That thought ran through your head as you stepped into the shower and let hot water soak into your skin. A small attempt to wash away the sin. But no matter how much you hated it, a small part of you felt a thrill of excitement at your new affair. This was it. The beginning of something new. You had no choice but to break it off with Henry now, right? As much as you cared for him, he'd never truly returned your affection or cared for you as much either.

You struggled to get dressed, to say the least. Your mind wasn't working quite right. And you were in no mood to look cute. You condemned yourself to a high waisted pair of torn jeans, and a T-shirt. But before you really had time to process the heavy pressure of just exhibiting, the loud sound called out to you. The obnoxious honk from that car yanked you downstairs. Your feet stumbled over you, as you swung the front door open.

"Y/N! Get in!" You heard Belch shout from his car, which anxiously putted outside your front yard. It was just him, and Vic. Which, was odd. Wouldn't he have picked up Henry before you? You hopped down the sidewalk as you pulled your shoes onto your feet. Climbing into the back seat.

"Hey guys, what's up?" You ask as you slam the car door behind you. Belch starts the car and is halfway down the block before Vic answers.

"Ah, nothin! We thought we'd grab you first since you were closest." He explains. You watch the road as you listen to the loud music playing through the speakers. You don't question anything until Belch pulls up to Patrick's. Your heart jumps with fear and excitement. He honks the horn a view times as you sit there.

"Why Henry's last?" You question. Belch shrugs.

"Henry said he wanted to hang out by the creek today, Henry's the closest to it."

"Right..." You don't want to be suspicious, but you knew Henry wasn't going to like that you were with the guys without him. He was possessive like that. Or maybe not as possessive, as he was cautious. After all, Patrick had proved time and time again to be a hassle.

The slamming of a door attracts your attention, and you watch Patrick mosey across his lawn. His long legs leading him towards you. You swear that crooked smile of his is bigger than usual.