Headed straight for Hell

Henry x Reader

Movie: it 2017
You: (y/n) (l/n)
Your age: 17
His age: 17
POV: yours/his
Short description: he climbs into a random window to hide but finds himself seeing the one person he didn't want finding out about his abusive father. You.
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I hummed to a song i don't remember the words to as i washed my plate and a couple cups that were used earlier today. I was home alone for another night because dad had to work late again, i didn't mind it, i liked the quiet.

While dad was off at work, my mom was off doing some stranger, that didn't bother me either, dad and mom are divorced so she can do whatever she wants, as long as no one knows she's my mother, every bully known in our school would have a field day if they found out.

I dried my plate and put it back into the cupboard i took it out from and walked up the stairs to my room.
As i walked up the stairs, i heard something in the far corner of the house, which was my room.

Walking toward it, i grabed the metal bat that i had coviniountly placed in the hallway for specific emergencies like this.

Trying not to show fear, i walked to the door with the bat was swung over my shoulder. I put my hand on the knob and turned it, opening the door. The door slowly creaked open. There by the window, on his knees, sat Henry Bowers, cluching onto his arm, breathing heavily. Blood seeping through his pants on one spot on his thigh. He was just staring at me with tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He had a bruised face and marks all over the open parts of his body i could see.

His POV

I sat there on my knees, breathing heavily, my body aching, ready to give in, i was tired and hurt. I didn't know what to do, i tried to hide from him so i through the the first open window i saw, i just didn't know it would be hers. Out of all the people in Derry, i just had to jump into my crushes window looking like this.

I was about to cry. She just stood there, looking at me, a metal bat was swung over her shoulder and her face showed the slightest bit of concern. She blinked a few times before dropping the bat and ran toward me. She didn't even ask any questions, she just helped me up and started walking to a closed door inside the room. Using her free hand, she opened the door to reveal a bathroom.

She helped me walk inside and had me sit down on the toilet. She then walked out of the bathroom and came back in with a small white box. Setting the box down next to her, she opened it and looked at me, then my leg. I thought she was going to ask me to take off my pants so she could see why i was bleeding, instead, she used small medical scissors to cut my pants around the pool of blood and slowly peeled the fabric off. She scrunched up her face, either from disgust or she basicallyfelt my pain.

Things were becoming awkward with the silence so i talked. "Hey?" I said, hoping the awkward silence wouldn't continue "Henry. What the actual fuck did you fucking do you idiot" she insulted me "Uhm..." i couldn't tell her about Butch... She wouldn't believe that a cop did this

"Henry, just fucking tell me" "I can't... You wont believe me anyway" i told her looking down at my wound, she sighed and spoke "Okay fine, i will believe the next thing you say, promise"

"Im not a fucking kid" i said feeling like she was treating me like one she put her lips into a straight line then sighed again "How about...a secret for secret?"

"...fine"

"You know the town whore?"

"Which one?"

"Not funny. The town whore, the lady who always tries to get into maried, underage or frat boy's pants?"

"Oh...yeah?" I asked wondering why she would bring that up. She hesitated for a moment before answering "Thats my mom"

"...." i didn't know what to say. If i were at school and i found this out, i would've made her life even more of a hell than i already did, everyone would think she's just like her mom

"Now, tell me what happend"

"..." i still didn't want to tell her.

"Henry"

I sighed "I was chased with a car, shot at from behind, didn'tdodge this one fast enough-" i looked at my thigh then continued "-beer bottles got thrown at me, some empty, others unopened. Before that, i was beaten with a belt, buckle side up, and if i moved or so much as flinched he beat me more."

She furrowedher brows"...who did this"

"My dad"

She didn't say anything and just continued to tend my wounds. I could see her frown at the sight of my injuries.

She finally finished with all the injuries and stood up.

"Done. The house is empty, it's jut us, so you can stay in the guest bedroom if you dont want to go home, theres left over pizza in the fridge, some cans of soda too and if you need ice to numb the pain, the freezer is in the room next to the kitch-"

I cut her off with a kiss. I pulled away and she slapped me. The bruises on my face began to sting and she told me to leave the room. I left and went downstairs to the freezer for the icepacks to numb my pain.

I didn't even bother to go find the guest bedroom, i laid down on the sofa in the living room and fell asleep there. I was jut glad that she didn't kick me out the moment she saw me or when i kissed her, and that i was safe here from Butch.

I do have a problem now.

I have to face both, Butch and (y/n) tomorrow.

I hid from Butch. He hates when he doesn't get his way.

I kissed (y/n). I may just have just ruined any chance i had with her.

I don't know which one is worse. Butch wanting to murder me or (y/n) hating me more than she already did...