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Chapter #4

Patrick- Into the lion's den

    by: ~Benjamyn~ Author IconMail Icon
You notice that Patrick's door has a small mouse hole-sized hole right at the bottom, where the fierce-tempered boy kicked it once during a fight with one of his brothers. You creep through the hole, entering the foreboding darkness of the teen's room. As you wander around, your eyes slowly adjusting to the dark, you can't help but notice the drastic change in temperature and atmosphere. The 17 year old's room is a typical teenage pigsty. The air is thick and damp, the smell of week-old laundry permeates the entire space, mixed with the feint and inexact odours of moulding pizza crusts and banana peels, stashed here, there and God knows where. You walk on, hoping you'll be able to rouse the teenager from his heavy slumber and find help. Discarded underwear, t-shirts and balled up paper are still fading into focus around you like a Polaroid - they probably stand out, being white. Just as you pick up your pace, now able to make out the snoring figure of young, bare-skinned Patrick stretched out across his bed above you, you suddenly come into collision with some leathery/plastic wall. You stop on the spot, rubbing your nose and trying to make out the obstacle before you. Slowly, slowly, the famous white lines of the 'Adidas' symbol materialise in front of your nose. Aaah, it's just one of Patrick's black Adidases, you think to yourself. You're so close to the hanging bed clothes now, you decide to use the shoe to your advantage, and you climb up, balancing on the opening, and start trying to make a grab for one of the teen giant's dangling sheets. You hold your breath, disgusted by the sweaty, almost chemical fumes that rise out the slobby kid's sneaker. "Geez, Patrick, ever heard of socks... Almost.. Got it.." You strain, reaching for the sheet's corner... Something isn't right. You suddenly realise that the giant's room has gone silent; his monstrous snoring nowhere to be heard. You hear the bed squeak, a second before you feel cool flesh contact yours in the dark at full force.
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