Disclaimer: This chapter contain mention of smut and sexual harassment, don't read if you're not comfortable with it.
Henry Bowers comes closer "You know, something strange happened yesterday..."
Angie doesn't answer, her tongue is paralyzed inside her mouth.
"I realized that something, better saying, someone, has rummaged through my stuff, something that belongs to me has disappeared" Angie bites her tongue, she would like to specify that the book does not belong to him, but it does not seem the case "... And coincidentally, this morning, I hear Mr Green, who live in my neighborhood, asking fucking Hanlon who were the two girls who were with him yesterday...now..."
Angie starts shaking.
"My question is, how the fuck did you dare robbing me inside my house?" he comes closer, and Angie can feel his breath on her face, she moves backwards, but there's only the wall behind her. Out of nowhere, he places one hand on the wall behind her, while the other hand slips into his pocket, and takes out a switch blade knife. Angie holds her breath.
"I think you deserve a lesson, don't you think?" There is some strange tension in the air, Henry's gaze tries to linger on her eyes, but, at the end, it slides down on her lips. To Angie's horror, Henry erases the distance between them, he is so close now, and he places his lips on Angie's, who must hold a scream back. Henry left hand is still behind her neck, in her hair as Angie responds to his kiss. "What the hell are you doing?" She thinks. "But Henry has a knife in his hand, there is no need to react on impulse, just keep kissing him" with horror, Angie realizes that she likes it, Henry puts the knife back in his pocket, so now both of his hands can move on her hips. The kiss becomes more intense, she feels his hand on her thigh, under the hem of her skirt, rising, while the hand rises higher, and reaches the hem of her panties. It's a bit too much.
"Ok, stop it" She says, while she pushes his hands away.
"Why?" He whispers, while he kisses her jaw.
Angie moves aways.
"Oh Henry, listen, I'm sorry that I intruded in your house, please, just please, don't hurt me!"
She's on the verge of tears, he can see tears in her big eyes.
"I'm just saying, someone needs to take responsabilities for his actions, am I right?" Henry says.
"Please, Henry! I'm sorry, I'm just...." Angie is not even trying to hold tears back this time, she is crying and sobbing, she does not care about her dignity anymore, she just wants to leave.
"Don't interrupt me!" Henry says, angry, Angie shuts her mouth, but she keeps sobbing, she can't help it. "As I was saying, someone needs to take responsabilities for their actions, you know Tozier, my dad's a sheriff, I've learnt this lesson more than twice."
("You don't seem to have learnt anything, considering you keep bullying and harrassing younger kids") The girl thinks, but she obviously can't express her opinion aloud, or he would have killed her.
"Now, you came in my house without permission, and robbed me"
("The book had never been yours in the first place because it belongs to the school library, and I had the right to read it")
"Despite what other people say, I'm actually a very nice person, Tozier"
Angie snorts, she can't stand his bullshit anymore "You did not seem very nice when you were harassing my brother and his friends last week" she mumbles.
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