David—or Davey—stumbled back. He had no place to go though, so when Patrick began storming towards him, he barely had time to turn around and try and figure out an escape route before Patrick was grabbing him. He lifted him up and hauled Davey over to the river, and Davey struggled and kicked and punched the entire way, but Patrick was determined. Chris knew that Patrick was unstoppable once he put his mind to something.
So they all continued to stare in shock as Patrick threw Davey into the icy cold creek with absolutely no disregard for the boy’s safety. Davey landed roughly on the rocks and his pants were completely soaked. He didn’t even get the chance to stand up before Patrick had splashed over to him. Chris watched in horror as his friend began kicking the small boy in the side, knocking him entirely into the freezing water.
“Stop that!” Victor yelled. “You’re gonna end up killing him!”
Both Victor and Mikey started to run towards Patrick, but Chris knew that would only result in more punches and kicks. So Chris ran forward and decided to try and stop Patrick himself.
His teeth clenched as he felt the freezing water surround his feet and completely fill his socks, but he pressed on. Grabbing Patrick by the shoulders, he yanked him as hard as he could away from Davey.
“Stop it!” Chris yelled. “That’s enough!”
Patrick looked at him with those same hot-cold daggers, but Chris did his best to throw out a glare of his own. And slowly, Patrick’s expression melted with hesitant relaxation.
“You’re insane!” Davey yelled, slowly getting up to his knees. He had one arm wrapped around his torso and he was shivering, chattering teeth and blue lips. Mikey and Victor quickly helped him to his feet and pulled him out of the creek. Chris could no longer feel his feet, so he led himself and Patrick back to shore, a good distance away from Davey and the other boys.