IT Imagines Book (REQUESTS OPEN)

Kaylee Tozier x Henry Bowers [REQUESTED]

Warnings: Abuse, Swearing

Henry Bowers and I were born two weeks apart. He was two weeks older. Our mothers were best friends. And there we were. From teething to walking to us now. I was there for him when his mom passed. He... changed after that.

When Richie was born, I was ecstatic to be a big sister. Richie and I have always been close. He's my best friend. He always made me laugh with his crude jokes.

Henry started mistreating Richie when we were about 10 and Richie was 7. I never understood that satisfaction of bullying someone half your size and age.

But here I was. Trying to pry Henry off my little brother. In school. In the middle of the hallway, in front of everyone. i'd probably cower away in embarrassment if i wasn't so focused on keeping my brother safe.

"Henry! You dick!" I yelled. My hold was tight on the back of Henry's shirt. But now matter how hard I pulled, he wouldn't budge.

"I'm going to kill you, trashmouth!" Henry screamed in my brothers face.

"Yeah well you're breath smells like the inside of Eddie's mothers vagina!" Richie retaliated. Everyone laughed and oohed at Richies comment. These people couldn't get enough of it

Me on the other hand? I just Richie would shut his mouth.

I pulled as hard as I could one last time. And I felt Henry's body resist before he was thrown to the ground. He slid across the hall and hit his head. He groaned as he rubbed the top of his head. Patrick and Victor grabbed my arms and held me back.

Henry got up, glaring at me.

"You stupid bitch!" He raised his arm to hit me.

"Henry Bowers and Kaylee Tozier!" Shit.

Everyone went dead silent as Henry looked toward the principle.

I knew I was in deep shit.

"What were you two thinking?" my mom asked while following me and Richie out of the principles office.

I just kept a straight face and continued walking to the exit while Richie and my mother hash it out in the background. I couldn't wait to go to the studio.

Over the last couple of years, i've learned that there is a very short list of things that actually make me happy. Shorter now that Henry changed.

Ballet seemed to help with the stress of my everyday life. Maybe it was the gracefulness it made me feel. Or the ethereal quality i've obtained over the years.

Grabbing my ballet gear, I snuck past my mother, who was drilling Richie on how to be a gentleman.

Once I was at the studio, I immediately tied my ballet shoes on and started warming up. I watched myself in the wall mirror as I watch myself dance.

I pretend i'm auditioning for the White Swan. Although my movement is incredibly precise, there is definite vulnerability. Exactly as the white swan should be: fear tinged with melancholy.

"What are you doing here?"

I whipped around and looked at the person the unknown voice belonged to.

It was Henry. I mentally cursed as I stood there frozen with confusion, and... fear?

"Nothing, I was just leaving." I quickly packed my bag and headed out the door.

"You forgot your water bottle..."

I spun around angrily and snatched my water bottle out of his hand.

As I was walking back to the door, Henry grabbed my arm and pulled me back. He slammed me against the wall and pushed my wrists into the wall.

"What happened to you, Henry?" I asked as i struggled against his hold.

I could see his eyes flicker with sadness for a split second.

"This is how I am, Kaylee. Got a problem?"

"Please. Tell me what I did to deserve this. What Richie did to deserve this! It wasn't supposed to be like this Henry!"

Henry pushed me deeper into the wall. I felt like i was being pushed through to the other side. I wish this would end. All of it.

Henry finally let go of me and fell back and sank to the floor. He was crying.

I wanted to leave right then and there but something about his sobs took me back to when his mom died. How I held him as he ugly cried into my shoulder, soaking my shirt. How I rubbed his back to soothe him. How he fell asleep on my lap out of exhaustion from crying. And me playing with his hair to keep him calm.

I sat on the floor next to him and rubbed his back like i used to. I could fell him tense against my hand.

"You did nothing. I couldn't handle it."

"Couldn't handle what?"

He sniffled and looked at me.

"Kaylee, I fell in love with you. I didn't know how to tell you and I saw that your attention was on someone other than me. I couldn't handle that," Was he being serious? "And you don't have to feel the sa-"

I cut him off as I slammed my lips against him. Fireworks went off for what seemed like hours.

I pulled away and looked at him and smiled.

Maybe it doesn't need to end...

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So sorry it took forever! @novalee217