Patrick hummed. His footsteps making a dull crunching noise. His eyes fixed forward while his arm was firmly restraining you from around your torso.

Your complaints and pleas for him to let go had fallen on deaf ears.

If you had known this was going to happen, you wouldn't have yelled at him and ran. It had started so quickly—with mean words before snapping at him. It was expected for him to snap and chase you all around town, finally ending up in the forest. You still pleaded and whined out.