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Henry slept soundly in his bed, his chest rising and falling slowly with each breath he took. His usually rough and hard expression was now soft and sweet as he slept. Patrick sat on a chair across the room, watching Henry closely, his eyes fixed on the sleeping Henry. He couldn’t help but smile to himself. Henry looked so vulnerable like this, very unlike his usual tough personality. Patrick needed the sleeping boy, he always felt this pull whenever he watched Henry sleep. “Such a pretty thing.” he whispered.
Patrick sat in silence after that for a few more moments, analyzing Henry’s face closely. He was tempted to get up from the chair and approach Henry, maybe even crawl into the bed with him…what? But he resisted the urge. Instead, he picked up his phone and opened the camera app, snapping several pictures of Henry sleeping. “You look so damn cute when you sleep, Hen...” he murmured to himself. “I wish you could notice me.” although, Henry did notice him, he just pushed Patrick away and called him slurs. He then added the photos of the sleeping boy into his album of Henry, he had many pictures of him, his gallery was full of him, pictures of Henry shirtless, messy hair, sick, sleeping, eating, drinking, high, drunk, at school, cleaning, cooking, doing chores, literally anything. He continued to take pictures of him with his bloodied knuckles and chewed up nails.
Patrick then tucked his phone away and leaned back in the chair, still watching Henry. He couldn’t help but picture scenarios in his head of what it would be like to be close to Henry, to touch him.. He licked his lips, feeling a rush of joy and nerves “God, I want you so bad..” he whispered, “why can’t you need me like I need you..” Henry whimpered in his sleep, nuzzling his face into his pillow and pulling the blanket up higher, his arms were covered in bruises and cuts, from his father, Patrick growled slightly at the sight. He hated Henry’s father. Maybe he’ll get rid of him next. Patrick shook his head, focusing on Henry, his heart rate increasing at the sight. He loved seeing Henry so relaxed and peacefuk like this, as it was a rare sight. He bit his already broken lip, feeling the familiar mix of joy and nerves wash over him again.
“You have no idea how badly I want to just climb into that bed with you right now."
Henry made out a soft noise in his sleep before nuzzling into his hand. Patrick found the sight adorable, he found everything Henry did adorable, tormenting the losers, getting beaten by his father, hurting Patrick, hurting animals, inflicting pain on others in general, everything he did turned Patrick on. Even when he pissed. “My pretty boy..” he repeated. “I’ll do anything to keep you all to myself, love.” Henry made another soft noise in his sleep, turning onto his side. God, he was adorable. Patrick slowly crept over to Henry’s side, itching to touch the smaller boys hand and intertwine their fingers, “fuck it. He won’t know.” As he was about to touch him, his alarm went off. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He hissed, trying to shut it off, when he did, he threw his phone on the floor, “dumbass phone..” it was time for him to leave. The taller boy sighed and pressed a soft kiss to Henry’s lips, not waking him up somehow. He then turned around, walking away, until..
Henry’s phone sang, who was calling him at this hour?! Patrick crept to Henry’s phone and saw it was Henry’s girlfriend, Jiya. “Oh?“ Patrick said, but got cut off by another whine by Henry. Patrick immediately declined the call and grabbed their phones, shoving them in his pocket, he knew what he had to do. “I’ll be back, baby doll.” He whispered, poking Henry’s cute little nose before leaving. He was filled with anger and jealousy towards Henry’s girlfriend. In his twisted mind, she was standing between him and Henry, and he couldn’t stand it. He set off towards Henry’s girlfriend’s house, his mind already planning how he’d cause her pain. Each step fueled his excitement and anger, “You won’t take him from me anymore." he said, Walking faster.
Patrick walked quickly through the quiet streets, his footsteps quick and determined. Each step he took brought him closer to Henry’s girlfriend’s house. As he walked, his anger and excitement continued to grow. He couldn’t stop thinking about how Henry’s girlfriend had taken his place in Henry’s life, how she got to be close and intimate with Henry while he was left alone. When he finally approached Henry’s girlfriend’s house, he could feel his heart racing. Patrick stood in front of the house, his breathing heavy as he eyed the windows. He could see a light on inside, indicating that Henry’s girlfriend was still awake. A sick, twisted smile formed on his lips. ”Cute.” He said,
Carefully, Patrick climbed through the window, his footsteps light and stealthy. He didn’t want to be heard or seen. Once inside, he took a moment to get his bearings. The house was mostly dark, but he could see a light coming from a door crack. “Bingo!” He giggled. He silently made his way towards the bedroom, his heart thumping with anticipation. He could hear the sound of a television coming from the room, muffled by the closed door. He paused outside the door, listening intently for any sound from inside. “Hahaha!” A soft giggled was hesrd inside, it was Jiya. Patrick’s expression hardened, “Twat." He whispered.
After a few moments, he cautiously pushed the door open, peeking inside. His eyes locked on the figure sitting on her bed, watching YouTube, “You wanna be sexed up abusive lesbians?” Said the tv, “Fuck no." Jiya said, giggling as she continued to watch the game. Patrick took a moment to study her, his usual wide eyes narrowing. “So this is the girl who gets to be close to my doll.” he murmured, his voice dripping with resentment. He slowly entered the bedroom, his footsteps quiet and measured. He wanted to savor every moment of this. As he approached the bed, he noticed that Henry’s girlfriend was engrossed in the YouTube video, completely oblivious to his presence. “Idiot.” He said in his head.” Patrick stood behind the bed, his eyes fixed on the back of Henry’s girlfriend’s head. He could see the light from the TV casting a glow on her face, making her look sweet despite her teasing personality.
2 minutes later, Patrick was stabbing her, a mischevious grin on his face as blood spread all over his teeth and face, “Ah! Help me..!” As Jiya screamed and cried out for help, Patrick’s eyes darkened with pleasure he felt. He loved the fear he saw in her eyes. “No one’s gonna save you… it’s just us here.” he said, his voice almost a purr.. Meow. “Please! Henry! Please…!” Patrick’s expression darkened at the mention of Henry. “Henry won’t save you. No one will.” he spat, his grip on the weapon tightening as he increased the pressure. “Ha..ah..!” She whimpered, slowly falling limp. Patrick watched as Jiya fell silent, her body motionless. “Finally…peace and quiet.” he said, his eyes sparkling. He felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him, knowing that he had gotten rid of Henry’s girlfriend. “He’s mine now..”
After he had cleaned his weapon and the evidence, he was left with her body. “What to do with you…” He hummed, caressing her cheek, “such a shame.. you were so pretty, now look at you.. all dead because you took what was mine.” He then spat on her face.
Later on, he walked back to Henry’s house, as he walked, he deleted all of Henry’s contacts in Henry’s phone, he only kept his own number instead, he wanted to be the only one for him. As he crept up to Henry’s window and climbed in, still carrying Jiya's dead body, Patrick’s eyes widened as he set eyes on Henry. The boy was sitting up in bed, his hair tousled and his eyes bleary with sleep. He looked so..beautiful, like a princess. Patrick felt his heartbeat increase. As Patrick watched Henry sitting up in bed, he felt a mix of emotions wash over him. There was want, obsession and anger all rolled into one. He wanted Henry to be his..and his alone. He took a step closer to the bed, his arms still holding onto Henry’s girlfriend’s body. “Henry..” he whispered.
Henry stared at his girlfriends dead body, he felt anger, fear and pain, he clenched his fists as he started to tear up, “What the fuck did you do??!!” He yelled, not caring if his dad woke up, Patrick’s expression hardened as he saw the look of fear and anger on Henry’s face.. “What does it look like I did, Henry?” he replied, his voice cold and emotionless. He took a few more steps towards the bed, still holding onto Henry’s girlfriend. Henry started to cry more and more, scooting back on his bed. Henry yelled again, “You.. FUCKING BASTARD! YOU FUCKING MURDERED HER! WHY?! ANSWER ME YOU GODDAMN FUCKER!” He practically screamed, tears rolling down his cheeks, Patrick’s empty heart clenched at the sight of Henry’s cries. But he pushed the feeling down, his expression remaining dark and emotionless. “Because she was in the way.” he said simply, staring at Henry.
“You.. you didn't.” Henrys voice was quieter and softer, his body shaking as he stared into Patrick's dead eyes, “Fuck.. fuck you." Patrick’s heart felt like it was being crushed as he watched Henry’s reaction. He could see the pain and disbelief in the smaller boy’s eyes. But he couldn’t let himself show any weakness. He did this all for his one true love, he couldn’t ruin this beautiful moment. “I did what I had to do.” he said firmly, tightening his grip on Jiya. “Why the hell would you.. do this?!" Henry started yelling again, he started panting for air.. was this really happening? Patrick’s expression remained cold and unfeeling. “Because she was taking you away from me.” he said oddly calmly, his voice low and dangerous. “You were mine, Henry, and she was getting in the way.”
“I was never yours! What the fuck is wrong with you?!?” Henry said through gasped cries, this couldn’t be real, no, it had to be a dream, but it wasn’t. This was real. Patrick’s jaw tightened at Henry’s words. He felt his anger beginning to rise. “Wrong? There’s nothing wrong with me.” “he retorted, his voice turning quieter. “And you are mine, Hen. Whether you want to admit it or not.” Henry cried harder, “No, baby, no." He croaked, staring at her lifeless body. Patrick’s expression softened slightly as he saw Henry’s tears. He could see the pain and fear in Henry’s eyes, and something inside him snapped. He let go of Jiya’s body and sat down next to the crying boy. “Hen…” he slowly reached out to gently touch Henry’s cheek, blood smearing over Henry’s wet cheek. “Sweetheart, you're okay, you’re safe with me, you’re all mine. Mine forever and ever.” Patrick said, “Nothing can ruin this. You’re safe with me, pretty boy.” Henry froze at the names, “I'm.. n-not your damn-" he tried to protest, but Patrick had already crashed their lips together.
Henry didn’t know what to do, Jiya had been killed, by his own friend, and now his friend is kissing him.. blood staining his freshly washed bedsheets. He was lost.. lost in the kiss and lost in general, Patrick pulled back, staring into Henry’s beautiful blue eyes, “Oh, angel..” he said, “It's okay now, you can be with me forever, I’ll never let anyone take you away from me again.” He said, Henry cried harder, trying to get away from Patrick, but Patrick pulled him into a tight hug, staining Henry’s clothes, Henry tried to protest, “Let me go, fucking psycho!" But Patrick easily overpowered him, he loved it when Henry was messed up, and he loved knowing he was the reason he ruined his perfect little doll. “I love you, Henry.” He whispered into Henry’s ear, sending shivers down Henry’s spine, “I..I don’t know.. I don’t..” Patrick gently shushed him, pulling him into his lap, and rocking him back and forth. “Shhh.. it’s okay, Hen. You’re okay. No need to say anything, and no need to know. You’re all mine.. I’ll do anything for you, sweetheart.”
Henry found himself slowly melting into Patrick’s embrace, he didn’t want to, he didn’t like boys, but.. the shock and fear overpowering his stubborn nature made him weak and exhausted, “Hockstetter.. no." Henry mumbled, Patrick smiled down at him, his face covered in blood and other bodily fluids. He placed a gentle kiss to Henry’s cheek. “Shh, it’s okay. She’s gone.. nothing will ever take you away from me, my love.” And with that.. Henry had fallen asleep in Patrick’s cold arms, Patrick smiled wider and laid him down, tucking him in as he continued to watch the pretty boy sleep. “My dear, nothings going to hurt you now. Your father will be next..” Patrick whispered, standing up and walking to Henry’s fathers bedroom.