'How did I get here?' She thinks to yourself 'Why is it wet'. 'Where did I go wrong?' Her head is pounding. All pyou can hear is the subtle creaking of the bed, And the small groans and pants of different voices. It sounded so far, yet so close. An echo? 'It hurts. Why?' She closed her eyes, she felt so dizzy and nauseous. She tried to focus, where was she. Why does her face hurt. Her throat aches and so does her stomach. She's trying to think about how she got here.

"GODDAMN IT Y/N!" She had nearly jumped out of her skin as she heard Patrick shout her name again for the 50th time in the last 2 hours. Yes, this argument had been going on for the last 2 hours, about of course his insecurities 'Where were you today?!' 'You haven't talked to me all day, no phone call or nothing' 'are you seeing someone else?' 'Are you trying to leave?! ' 'I won't fuckin' let you?!'.

For the last 2 hours, he's been ranting and raving about these makeshift fantasies that he thinks will happen if he's given her too much freedom. Like she can't be a human being, or attempt to be one, without being called a liar or a cheater. Like she can't have friends that she wants to go out with, like she doesn't wanna go out and have fun. It's always something with Derry's Sociopath.

Suddenly, a loud crashing noise had been heard throughout the once again trashed living room. She looked down to see a picture, a specific picture that finally caused her to snap out of her stoic state, a state that she had been used to happy because Patrick felt like every laugh or smile was because she was thinking of someone else. It was their prom picture. They wore all black and crowns because Patrick suggested it. She had such a bright smile on her face, and Patrick's was of course emotionless as usual. 'What happened, why are we like this now, I was so happy with him, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!' Tears had weld up in her eyes, and a sadden whimper had left her quivering lips. She wanted to leave, she thought about it a multitude of times. Leaving while he's asleep, but he's such a light sleeper. Leaving while he's at work, but there are cameras all over the house! For the first time in 10 years, she's realized something. She's not happy, she has nowhere to go, she has nothing.

•She has no job. Patrick hated the thought of her working.

•She has no money. Patrick thought it was too masculine for a woman to make money.

•She doesn't even have her own car, She can use Patrick's, no reason to have your own.

•She has no friends. The fuck does she need friends for all she needs is Patrick, hell he even forced her to cut off the gang.

•She has no family. Patrick wanted his own family. A new one.

Followed by another crashing sound and a loud metal clank on the floor. She had truly realized the reality of this situation. She'll never leave. Oh God! Why did she say yes, when they graduated. Why did she say I do when they stood at the all white flowery altar in a Catholic church. Why?! Why did she say yes to having his fucking baby?! Why did she agree to have a family with him?! Which she just recognized her 'Would have been' New family is scattered all over the floor. A gray dust like substance that was thrown all over the couch left side of the couch which she has been sitting a foot away from and the floor. Their Her daughters ashes. Now belonging to the floor and couch instead of being in the decorative metal urn atop of the fireplace. He had even thrown their ultrasound picture that was also on the fireplace into the unlit fireplace hard. Cracking the glass and the frame nearly popping off its hinges.

"Is this. What you fucking wanted!? You wanted to fucking leave, huh?! Just know that if you leave you won't be taking shit with you including fucking these!" In his hand he held up a match box, that made Y/N fly to her feet in an instant, finally a reaction from her as, she held onto his wrist tightly, finally saying something, screaming it! "PLEASE Patrick don't, Not Jubilee, please I'm begg—!" She couldn't even finish her sentence before he had through the match into the fireplace, there ultrasound pictures of their deceased daughter being burned and ate up by flames. She tried to reach the fire, got on her knees and was willing to throw her whole body into it, just to say love the memories she once shared, and Patrick held her back with force, grabbing her by her forearms and pulling her back into him as he held her, screaming and withering just to reach those memories of happiness that she once held onto. She was crying loudly, and Patrick forced her to look as he burned the past away before their very eyes, kissing on her earlobe and neck, telling her that this was her punishment for being unfaithful, that this was a punishment for not listening. She couldn't hear him all she could hear was the sound of flames crackling and her heartbeat in her ears.

Patrick had said something to her, but she couldn't hear. He must have gotten irritated because before she knew it, she was lying on the ground, holding her hurting face and the taste of iron in her mouth. He hit her, back handed her with his ring hand. This wasn't a surprise because he has done it multiple times, but it has never been done this hard, well except that night she lost the baby. This was actually the same reason she had a miscarriage. He was angry one night and drinking, he assumed that the baby that she was carrying wasn't his, and he had slapped her so hard, and she had hit the corner of the kitchen island hard, she had sat there for hours on the floor, in a puddle of blood in pain, holding her stomach, whimpering to Patrick that here was something wrong and that she needed a doctor, she needed to go to the hospital, and all he said was 'Its your fault!' 'Its okay just walk it off' 'Stop being dramatic, get the fuck up and go to the bathroom' 'You're getting on my last fuckin' nerve doll, just shut the fuck up'. She sat there covered in blood for 4 hours crying and holding her stomach, until Patrick finally was somewhat out of his drunken stupor sober enough to actually realize what he had done and drove her to the hospital. As soon as they got the news about their daughter, Y/N just sat in the hospital bed for days with an emotionless face, she had no more tears to cry, And Patrick on the other hand was trying to talk with her, trying to make it up. Giving her kisses, apologies, food, massages trying to make her feel better. But Y/N wasn't having it. She was dead to the world now, and the world was dead to her. She remembered when she had first conceived her little angel, it was 3 days after graduation, Patrick's mom had helped him get a place to settle in at, to start his life, somewhere outside of dairy, a nice little family suburban. It was late 2am late, the Bowers gang just left and it was just them two. In their bedroom. Y/N was reading a book and Patrick was just getting out of the shower. He stared at her from the frame of the bathroom weirdly. Concerned Y/N asked if he was okay, and he just nodded, told her he wanted to chat with her about something, so she looked up at him and that gave him the go ahead. He asked for something that night that she was surprised about. 'A baby' Patrick Hockstetter asked his Angel if they could finally start their ruling of God and goddess in this world. Patrick had always been a little strange in Y/N eyes, but that's why she loved him, she thought that everyone was exaggerating or being a little too harsh on Patrick. But he was very disrespectful to his mother, who literally broke her back to do everything for him. red flag number 2, Should have left right then and there He told her one day that he thought that she was real and they were the only real people in this world. red flag #2 he then showed her his fridge in the middle of the junkyard. reg flag #3. Told him that she didn't want one. Not yet anyway, she wanted to be financially stable, but Patrick gaslit her into believing that they had everything they needed. That night was messy, a bunch of screaming, crying, kicking, scratching and reluctance. He told her this didn't have to hurt, it didn't have to be this way. He wanted to make her feel good, feel like an Angel that she truly is. But she was being difficult, it's her fault that it hurts like this, and she thought he was correct, so she stopped, stayed quiet and let it happen with tears in her eyes. Until he forced his sticky tip to touch her abused sore womb with a powerful thrust and a loud groan, spilling his seed inside of her as he forced a ring onto her finger, that she wouldn't have been able to see until later that day after she woke up sore and him still inside of her.

Being abruptly ripped out of that painful memory, because now Patrick's hands were around her neck, squeezing hard, telling her that she wasn't his angel anymore, that she was an imposter and he needed to find his real goddess. He was scary! Pupils eating up the blueish green hue in his eyes and veins looking like they are about the phase through his skin. Y/N grabbed at his wrist tightly. Tears spilled from her red eyes, a choked 'Please stop' falling from her lips, and that seemed to get to him, he released her neck entirely, body shaking as he looked around the trashed living room, he looked down at her finally and immediately got off of her. He backed away and swallowed his spit, telling her to get up and hurry up to get upstairs to their room before, he did something he'd regret for the rest of his life. That's his way of apologizing. Without missing a beat, he had gotten up on her stumbly legs, early wobbling her way up the stairs without any hesitation.

30 Minutes later she was in the bath, taking a really hot one in the dark, crying her eyes out, she was shaking so badly water splashed out of the side of the tub. A knock at the bathroom had jumped her out of her grief, a broken 'Yes' leaving her bleeding lip, as Patrick opened the door with a glass of ice water in his hands, pulling up a stool from the vanity connected to the sink, next to the bathtub. "Baby—" He started and handed her the water, "—I'm sorry about that, earlier, I wasn't in my right mind, I promise I'll stop drinking—" a lie, it always is, just to make her feel better. "—I'll get help, I want us to be something. I want a family. I wanna see you smile I miss your laugh Angel, please... I—" He had stopped his rant when Y/N looked up at him with so much sorrow and pain, shaking her head no, as she trembled and drank the water. 'No. Never again, I don't want this monster's baby. If I'm pregnant I'll be tied down forever, I won't be able to leave, it'll slow me down' Her thoughts were running wild now. She had to find a way to leave here before she ends up dead, or worse.

Patrick just smiled, "It's okay baby. I know why, just think about it please. I love you Angel." He left the bathroom with that, closing the door softly, she could hear him go downstairs, and go back to do whatever he was doing earlier when she first left. Y/N enjoyed her bath for about another 20 minutes before her hands started shaking for some reason now, her vision getting blurry, and her eyes getting heavy. 'What the hell is happening to me' She passed out, Patrick knew with a small knowing smile as he heard the glass fall from her unconscious hand and shatter onto the tile floor, that he was under in the dining room for this specific reason, cleaning up the mess he just made. He climbed the stairs with haste walking into their bedroom and then the connected dark bathroom, as he swooped up his wet angel in his arms and told her into the bedroom and set her gently on the bed.

Patrick couldn't wait. No more than he already had, he had quickly unfastened his belt and undid his zipper, taking off his pants and boxers in 1 tug, taking off his shirt as well. His Angels name engraved on his pelvic region. His cock Smacking against her thigh, as he climbed on top of her to pull them apart. Pushing a couple of fingers in her hole to check if she'd be wet enough for him to enter without causing a bleed, she wasn't, so he curled his fingers into her spot a couple of times, while his other hand pulled on his slowly erecting cock, the tip leaking precum. His cock finally at full attention, but not standing due to it being heavy, his slapped his girthy cock on her stomach a couple of times just to see exactly how far it'll go once he sticks it in. Patrick let out a groan of pleasure, finally feeling the wetness of her cunt soak at 3 of his invading fingers. He didn't have time to waste, only 15 minutes before she woke up, he hadn't put that big of a dose in her drink to keep her unconscious for long, but he did put something in there that'll keep her paralyzed for the next 45 minutes after she comes to. It'll keep her nicely dizzy and lucid.

Remote and Unmoving

Pulling his sticky fingers out, a few strands of slick kept them connected until he decided to lick them clean. A deep groan leaving his thin lips and his eyes rolling to the back of his head 'It's been a while' He thought to himself as he lined up his bulbus tip with her tightly pussy, pushing on slowly to feel every twitch, pulse, and suction. It was too much for him, too tight. Patrick buried his head in his wife's neck, interlacing his ringed fingers with hers as he rutted into her at a slow pace before speeding up. Panting heavily in her ear, his other hand, the wet one with saliva wrapped around her throat firmly as he kissed and sucked on the side of her neck. An audibly loud wet sound of skin clapping now echoing through the depressing room, filled with a few holes in them when Patrick had his violent tangents.

Back to where we are now, that's how she remembered it all now. But she can't move, she can't feel Patrick cock destroy her from the inside out, she remember the first time she had sex with Patrick... She prolapsed and he happily pushed it back into place... A memory she did not want to remember right now.

"Mmngg~ Angel!" Her eyes moved towards the voice that was groaning in her ear "Ahh~ Fuck Baby, gonna get you pregnant again~ Gonna make ya' swollen again. Gonna make sure you know who you belong to! Gonna make sure it's leaking out of ya' when we're done!" She was panicking now, it really dawned on her now 'I CAN'T MOVE! PLEASE NO! PATRICK DON'T PLEASE!!!' Patrick felt her stiffen up against him, he smiled cuddling into her, chanting 'Get Pregnant' like it was a prayer. His held Y/N hand tighter as he felt himself getting close, Patrick can't feel his cock twitching reading to buret any minute. Y/N eyes widen as all of the color drain from her face and a single tear slide down her bruised cheek as she felt him bottom out of her with a groan. Disgustingly hot heat bursts through her and hits her womb, sticking has tongue down her throat to stake his claim some more.

Patrick pulled away from Y/N panting with a lazy smile on his face. "I won't ever let you leave, won't ever let you out of my site again. When I fucking said till death do us part I fucking meant it!" Y/N felt him harden inside of her again, her eyes switching from place to place around the room in fear. "I hope you are ready for tonight Angel, I'm not stopping until your a broken fucking cock drunken mess" Patrick leaned back down into her ear, moving his hips again as he felt more tears cascading down her cheeks.

"I Love you Angel~🖤"

⚠️ This is my first long Fanfic here. I hope you enjoy it. Also I do not condone any of the things mentioned in this fic, it is a work of fiction, and should not be reenacted irl. And I do not approve of people who do. They are scummy. And if you do try this I hope the person you do it with is a consenting partner!!

LOVE YA~