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

Seven 》New Experiences

May 24, 1988

"God, you're so fucking stubborn! I'll go, I'll go!", you hissed at your younger brother, Bill, as you grabbed the money laying on the kitchen table.

"No cursing.", your mother sighed. Probably the 100th time she had told you this.

You were always more of a trashmouth, cussing and loosing temper pretty often. But—due to spending two years with your grandfather—it had only gotten worse.

Because he was exactly like you. Only worse.

And now you were cursing at home a lot, which was a habit your parents disliked a lot.

"Where's the list?", you asked confused, looking around the room.

Your mom looked around with you while Bill was already making his way back upstairs. "Ah, there!", your mother shouted shortly after, pointing at a paper that laid next to Bill's nearly full plate.

Half of the lunch was still on it. You shook your head at how less he had eaten and grabbed the note.

With one glance at what was written down, you came to the conclusion, that you only needed to go to one store to get all the groceries.

"I'll be back!", you called out to your mother before you closed the door behind you.

Rolling your eyes, you stomped away in annoyance. Why were you the one who had to go shopping? Your mom apparently had to do something and your dad was working on some shit you didn't even know about.

Bill could've went as well, it's not like he wasn't old enough. His only excuse was homework... And you had only been here for two weeks, you wanted to relax.

After some meters, you stopped and eased your steps, figuring what you were just doing was stupid and would take more time.

You hurried along the rest of your garden before you realized, that you didn't even have a bike... great!

You wanted to scream. But, instead, you just turned to your right and started walking down the pavement. You could also get to the store by yourself. It wasn't that much of a walk.

The only thing you were worried about was carrying all the groceries back.

Soon, you got there and entered the building. You looked down onto the grocery list and thought to yourself how stupid it was to send you.

You didn't even know where what was, since you hadn't been in this store for over two years.

Summer was slowly beginning and besides getting closer to your family again—which was frustrating, since your dad had decided to become an asshole while you were gone—, you did nothing but stay put in your room or go out with Bill.

There had been around five other encounters between the Bowers Gang and your brother and his friends, which you always tried to prevent or stop.

The last time was around three days ago, where you had nearly been set on fire by Patrick after you had sent the 'Losers Club' away.

That was how your brother and his friends, including two new ones, called themselves now.

Ben and Bev had met you all two weeks ago, when the boy had been hurt by Bowers and Beverly tried to help out.

You and her had ended up seducing some cashier, if you could call it seducing.

It was in the evening of that day, when your brother and his friends had been having fun at the quarry with you tagging along. You hadn't swum because you didn't want them to see your arm.