IT: Bowers gang x female reader

Chapter 3

The one who saw me had bleach blonde hair. He looked at me with a blank expression. He opened his mouth as to say something but didn't. I didn't want that Patrick or Henry to notice me so I slowly and quietly walked away. I prayed that the blonde boy didn't say anything about me being here. As soon as I turned the corner, I ran down the sidewalk. I saw the store and went in. I grabbed the list from my pocket and began looking. 

I had a basket with everything in it except for... cigarettes. Of course. My dad is a heavy smoker and alcoholic. I didn't see any cigarettes here. They must be at the drug store. I went to the front of the store and payed for the items. 

I walked around town for a little bit until I found the drug store. I walked in and looked for the cigarettes again. After searching for some time I finally found them. I grabbed a pack and went to the store clerk. I payed for them and left. As I was leaving I passed by the same alley where the blue car was with the douchbags. I looked over and saw the same kid from the arcade with someone else. There was a chubbier kid sitting down. He seemed to be bleeding from his stomach. I didn't know what to do but I knew I had to get home or else I was going to get hit. I gave the kid on the floor a sad look and rushed home. 

I got home quickly due to my jog. I opened the front door. 

"Father I'm home!" I announced. I heard him from the living room. 

"Took you long enough brat. Now bring me my cigarettes now!" He yelled at me. 

I grabbed the pack and handed it to him. He yanked it from my hand. He lit it and said between puffs,

"Get out of my house. I don't want you back until later." I looked down and left the house again. 

While I was on my journey to the store I realized that my house is right next to the forest. Why not explore there since I'm not allowed in my own house. I jumped over the ramp but didn't realize how steep it was. This caused me to fall down. I mumbled curses to myself as I was falling. Ugh just great I'm bleeding. Blood was streaming down my nose. I also had some scratches on my face and arms. There was a rip in my jeans. It was located right on my thigh. I got up slowly. I heard a splash come from somewhere. 

I looked around and saw a sewer entrance. So that was where the noise came from. I wandered over there and heard another splash. I got nothing else to do, so why not investigate. This may be where I die but hey I've got nothing to lose. I walked into the sewer. Damn did this shit smell horrible. I walked further and further in. That was until I heard a voice.

"You can't stay here all damn day now." I heard that voice before. Was that Patrick? What was he doing here? Wait was he talking to me?! I was starting to panic internally. Should I call out to him? Oh what do I do? I was too caught up into my own thoughts to realize he screamed. That was when I decided to run. I wasn't running away but I was running toward him. Why was I doing this? I have no clue. 

"P-Patrick? Are you there? Are you okay?" I called out to him. I turned the corner and saw him cowering near some pipes separating the sewer. He was holding a metal pipe ready to swing at any moment. He was about to hit me until he realized. 

"Hey you're that hot chick from earlier. Was that sick prank you? I bet you it was! Once I get my hands on you, you're so dead-" he was saying but I cut him off.

"I-I heard you scream. I wanted to make sure you're ok." I walked slowly towards him. I put my hands up to seem like I'm not a threat. Well I'm not a threat anyways. Wait did he say prank? I didn't do anything. I walked next to him and realized he had blood and water all on his face. He looked like he just came back from hell. I was going to question him again but he had a look on his face of pure shock. I looked over and saw a red balloon.