#forgotten candy

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I don't have anymore games to play, but don't be sad, these games won't be my last

Henry x reader x Patrick

Warning: toxic teenage love

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I do what you want, I let you take control. Such chaos. Yet I won't give it up, the thrill is too much to just kill. The other part of me, knows this is all wrong. Staying around a boy that probably not only doesn't care for me, but also does horrible things. I allow it, because I some how got caught up in your game. Almost as if I was a fly caught in a web. Maybe it makes me a fool, but your attention towards me is like a drug. I will always want more, no matter how small the affection I get from you. In the end, I'm an addict; I will do anything that will acquire me your attention. Guess that's why I started playing bad. The abuse, is all you know; I can't blame you. I even started taking after you. Abusing others, because I still feel the pain; but I allow it, because I need you.

I'm glad, that you are happy at how much of a fool I am for you. You're loyal, surprisingly. Maybe the fact that you scare people away, or there's no need to cheat. I'm always here for you, Henry. When you are drunk from drowning your sorrows, that's when we actually communicate. I brush my hand through your hair; something you hated when we were in public. You laid in your bed, out of your mind. "I love you, Henry." I say facing Henry in his bed. We both laid there, I focused more on your face than you did mine. I blame it on how drunk you are, but who knows if you actually want me. I smile as I caress your face, you were extremely tired. "I love you Henry, so mu-"

"You're the only one my dick can get hard for." Henry blurts out, looking into my eyes. I stay still for a moment, looking into his blue orbs. Not exactly the most romantic sentence, but it was flattering. Henry only wanted me, and that made me smile. "I'm confused, what the fuck you want my heart for?" Henry asks, his warm breath hit my face. It was wrenched, but with Henry, I learned not to care. "I don't know, I just, you feel, I don't know why I love you so much.

"I'm misused what the fuck you want my heart for?" Henry said in a more violent tone. He generally didn't understand my love for him.

I sat up, keeping my eyes on his. "Can you even hear me?" I asked in a tiring voice. I've been trying to love this boy for so long. Only for him to mistreat me. I know he doesn't know any better, due to his own shit. "Henry, I'm gonna go home. Have a good night, okay?" I say in a soft tone.

Maybe it's best if I get some space. It's draining, trying to love someone who doesn't want love. Grabbing my light jacket from his bed and leaving Henry's room. He sat up watching me leave, but did nothing else to stop me. As I left the house, it started to sprinkle.

I was walking the dirt road for awhile until I approached town. It was late, night was approaching. As I was coming close to my home, I heard someone call out my name. I look over, it's Patrick. He gave me that smirk he always wore. I went across the street to him. We've been around each other a few times because of Henry. Never really got to know each other much however. "Not with Henry?" He asked in a snarky tone.

Patrick was right, I was always with Henry. Focused on him, acting like a lost puppy. A puppy that Henry would mistreat. A bad dog in the making. "I'm not too sure anymore." I replied. He has a small chuckle after my response. Which causes me to examine him more. Patrick was Henry's friend, he knew I was off limits. "Come hangout with me then." He said walking off behind the house he stood by. I obliged, following him behind a few feet.

He smirked looking over his shoulder at me. "Why do you like Henry so much?" Patrick said in a mocking tone. "You deal with a lot for a boy who isn't even loyal to you." His snicker made my heart sink. I stopped in my tracks, looking at him turn around. "You really didn't think Henry was the loyal type, did you?" Patrick asked me as if I was confused. I felt my heart breaking the more he spoke. "Why are you telling me this?" I snapped at Patrick. Henry wouldn't, or would he?

Patrick has that mischievous smile playing on his face. "Sweetheart, I see how much you do for him. And what does he do? He goes and fucks Greta in the bathroom." His sentence made the little bit of me left, shatter. I couldn't even react, couldn't cry. Something so deviating to me, and I had nothing.

Looking Patrick in his eyes, I slowly approach him in silence. Smiling the entire time as he looked at me. I grabbed him into a violent kiss. Without hesitation, he grabbed back and kissed just as hard. What was I doing? It doesn't matter. Two can play this game.

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