Liar // Patrick Hockstetter x fem!Reader x Henry Bowers

Six 》Mrs. Sunker

After having told the boys why and how it came to you knowing the Bowers Gang and explaining to them, that Patrick and Henry had terrorized you when you were younger, it felt like a weight was lifted off of your chest.

Finally you could tell someone, who wasn't your grandma, about it. And you didn't have to paraphrase it like you've had to with Richie two years ago.

But you still didn't dare to tell them about your last day in Derry.

"Well, I guess we should be heading home now, guys. Your parents are gonna worry at some point.", you said as you sighed and smiled at the kids.

Trashmouth was about to make a snarky remark about Eddie's mother, but with one glare of you, he shut his mouth.

Y'all simply went home after saying goodbye. "So, how was it before that Bowers asshole got there?", you wanted to know, shooting a grin at your little brother.

"I-It was good, re-really funny. The last t-time we ma-met was two weeks a-a-ago.", he laughed slightly, before his stare got more serious.

"N-Now, what did H-Henry mean b-by talking about your a-arm?", he questioned, looking at you confused.

"Nothing to worry about, Kiddo.", you laughed, tugging at your sleeve in discomfort.

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May 15, 1988

Three days had passed since then. In six weeks, Bill's and his friends' summer holidays would start.

You weren't attending school until after them, because you could gladly live without that couple of weeks in hell.

The death of your grandma was a great excuse not to go.

Now, you were in your room, one leg leaning against the wall next to your bed and one hanging and dangling carelessly out of the window, which was above your bed on the same wall.

Your favorite song was playing on record as you closed your eyes and let your arms fall down the side of your bed.

You laid on there sideways, your hands now nearly touching the floor of your room.

You hummed to your music silently, before you heard a knock on the door. "Yea?", you asked, narrowing your brows.

"Open up, please."

You rolled off of bed, landing flat on your face, before you made your way towards the door and unlocked it.

Unexpectedly, you were greeted by not only your mother, but your old math teacher, Mrs. Sunker.

"Uhm, good morning?", you asked, rubbing your eyes and blinking in confusion. "It's afternoon.", your mother threw in with a harsh expression.

"Of course it is.
Well, Mrs. Sunker, great to see you again, how can I help?", you asked, lifting your arm to the side to reach your music system and lower the volume.

"I want to talk to you.", she explained, "Not as a teacher, but as an adult."

"Sure thing.", you responded, grinning at her and waiting patiently. "In private.", she insisted, looking at you with a stern expression on her face.

You nodded in concern as you opened the door further, inviting her to step in. Then you threw it shut and sat down on your bed.

Your old teacher took place on your desk chair and rolled over to you.

"After I heard you came back, I just felt the need to tell you this. I actually wanted to talk to you about it after the incident happened, but you were already gone."