Patrick Hockstetter

Summer holidays are coming. Nothing else bothered you. you go to the window to unwind. Your room was on the first floor. Sticking your head out, you smile.A sharp flash, the hiss of a canister, and then laughter immediately made it clear who it was. The reason was Hockstetter with his idiotic habit of igniting gas from a canister. "Forget about the existence of this house and go where you were going," you say. you slammed the window, and then went about your business. It's been about 20 minutes, and you're going back to your room. "I thought you weren't coming." - Sitting on your bed, Hockstetter was playing with a folding knife, grinning at you. "Come on, why are you frowning so much?" "Are you really sick?" he asked. - you glance at the open window and at the dirty footprints by the window, he still had the brains to fall on your bed in his dirty boots.

• As you know, I would just like to spend time together. You know.. His eyes drop to the folding knife.
• What kind of pastime are you talking about? Pat, this is not funny, get out of the house right now. Patrick gets up from your bed, but in a couple of steps he is next to you, without letting go of the knife, now playing right in front of your face. Of course, if he's up to something, then you just won't be able to stop him, and the knife in his hand wouldn't let you rest, even if you tried not to show it. "Come on, just calm down, I won't hurt you." Until you ask, of course. He giggles, hugging me, and for a couple of seconds I thought I was imagining it, but he pulled me towards the bed.Hockstetter sits on the edge, pulling me with him. You sat sideways on his lap, avoiding eye contact. "Don't be afraid of me. I don't want to hurt you right now. He adjusts a stray lock of your hair, and touching your cheek, gently presses so that you turn your head and look at him.Your cheeks instantly burned, but Patrick didn't think to stop, sliding his hand around your waist, squeezing hard. "Shall we try?" - he asked.