One Fateful Night

Every step he took was as pain filled as the last. Patrick held everything in. He couldn't let Jonathan see him cry again, he'd probably think he was a cry baby as well as a slut. He glanced over at Jonathan. Nothing.

Jonathan was silent as per usual, but Patrick knew what he was thinking. It was the same thing he was feeling.

Dirty. Rotten. Whore.

What man lets himself get ra- he can't even think the word. He'd been violated and tortured in front of his best friend.

Jonathan had ended up lending him his jacket, but was probably gonna burn it when he got back. He'd probably wouldn't even talk to Patrick ever again. Who would want to?

What if the team found out about this? They would hate him every single one of them. He's be kicked outta the NHL for sure.

he couldn't tell anybody.

He wouldn't tell anybody. No matter what it takes.

He gripped Jonathan tighter when a sudden jolt of pain surged through his blood soaked legs. He heard a grunt up above. Jonathan was probably fed up with him Who wouldn't be? He's just a crybaby.

Jonathan held onto Patrick for dear life while at the same time trying not to hurt him. He was scared. There was no doubt about it. His best friend had just been raped and he didn't do a single thing about it. He knew what Patrick had going through his head. He probably thought Jonathan was calling him a slut.

All Jonathan was thinking was that he wanted Patrick to cry. He was holding it in and Jonathan knew the reason why. Patrick was scared of what Jonathan thought. He didn't want Jonathan to hate him. And Jonathan didn't. He's alway loved Patrick like a brother.

Jonathan breathed a sigh of relief when they finally reached where his car was parked. He scrambled to find his keys and unlock the car. As soon as he did he opened the passenger door and slowly and carefully lowered Patrick into the car. He ran to his side of the car and hopped in immediately putting his keys in the ignition.

The race home was silent but the speed Jonathan was driving would've impressed Richard Petty himself. Jonathan focused on the road as Parick curled himself into a ball on the passenger seat. Jonathan's jacket was too big for him and began slipping off one shoulder.

'He'll hate me" Patrick thought. 'For getting blood on his seat.'

Patrick shifted but stopped when he felt pain in his lower torso. His lower torso... He's not supposed to feel pain down there. He's not a girl. He's not the one that's supposed to be one the bottom. He's supposed to be in charge not forced.

Jonathan bit his lip when he heard a whimper escape Patricks lips. He couldn't reach over and hug Patrick no matter how much he wanted.

the arrival home caused Jonathan to jump outta the car and to Patricks side of the car. Patrick was like a little kid while Jonathan helped him out. They held onto each other with every ounce of strength they had. Which do Patrick wasn't very much.

Jonathan led Patrick inside his house and helped him over to the couch. Jonathan went to leave when Patrick grabbed his arm, a look of pure fear shining through his baby blues. Jonathan leaned down in front of Patrick.

"You gotta let it go, Peeks. You can't hold it in." Jonathan spoke softly hoping not to scare Patrick but at the same trying to get him to let it out.

Patrick shook his head. He couldn't cry on front of Joanthan. Not now. He'd already cried in front of him and now he feels ashamed and like a little child. A poor helpless child.

"You need to at least take a shower." Jonathan said standing up and backing away. "I'll get you some clothes just wait here a minute."

Jonathan walked into his bedroom and towards his dresser. He picked up a picture of him and Patrick when they were 19. Back when they were both innocent. He flung the picture at the wall and it immediately shattered. That was stolen from Patrick. Something he didn't deserve to lose forcefully.

He grabbed the pajama pants and one of Patricks old tshirts that he had left here before and walked out the door.

"There's no need to be frustrated, Toews." Patrick croaked out with crack in his soft voice. "It was my fault. I deserved what I got."

Jonathan dropped the clothes on the chair he was next to and walked over to Patrick. He immediately slapped Patrick across the face.

"Next time I hear those words come out of your mouth it'll be more than a slap." Joanthan stared into the eyes of a fuming Patrick. "What makes you think you deserved that eh?! That man had no right to do what he did to you! And if I hadn't acted like a stupid chicken I could've stopped him and-"

A very hollow chuckle escaped Patricks lips. "So this is what it's come to?" He questioned. "I blame myself while you blame yourself?"
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Jonathan shrugged then walked towards the clothes. "We need to get you in the shower, Kane. You smell horrible. "

Patrick just stared at Joanthan. He knew that Patrick foun it funny, but that he wasnt in a joking mood.

Jonathan gripped Patrick and helped him up. He noticed that Patrick had clenched his teeth. He couldn't imagine the pain that Patrick was feeling right now. He led him to the bathroom with the clothes tucked under his armpit and opened the door.

Joanthan set Patrick down on the toilet and turned on the water. He turned It to a comfortable and let to run.

"You got it from here?" Patrick nodded. Jonathan stepped out of the bathroom Nd walked to his guest bedroom in order to fix it up a little. He never actually cleaned it from when his brother had visited.
Jonathan pulled up the sheets and straightened them out the. Placed the gray comforter on top. He placed the pillow on the bed and walked out of the room when he heard a loud thud coming from the bathroom on that fateful night...

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