𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 ； ℋℯ𝓃𝓅𝒶𝓉

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 9

Henry Bowers pov:

I woke up to the sound of ringing.

"Patrick go get it." I said while nudging Patrick.

He didn't move nor say anything.

"Fine. I'll get it." I got up and stretched. I put a hand on my lower back and walked downstairs. "Ow."

I picked up the phone and held it to my ear. "Who is it?"

"Henry. Get your ass back home right now."

It was my dad. "Henry's not here bye." I put the phone down and walked back upstairs.

I fell into the bed and played with Patrick's hair. "Henry go back to sleep." He mumbled.

"No. You made me get the phone and now I'm awake."

"Shh." He put the blanket over his head and began snoring. It was obviously fake.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep, not realising how tired I actually was.

-

I woke up again. Patrick was sat next to me, sneering. "What did you do."

He bursted into a fit of laughter. I stood up and walked to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and gasped. Patrick used his moms makeup and drew on my face.

"PIECE OF SHIT!" I could hear his laughs from the bathroom.

I stormed to his room and tackled him on the bed. "Wait- who called?"

"What the fuck are you on about?"

"The phone smartass."

"My dad. I better get home then anyway. He's gonna skin me so I'll get it over with."

"You sure?"

"I gotta go back either way anyway. The longer I wait the worst it's gonna be."

"Do you want me to cover that?" He pointed at my neck.

"No it's cool. I'll just wear that black shirt I left a few months ago."

"Alright." I got off of him and went through his wardrobe. I grabbed the shirt and pulled it over my head.

"I'm going now. See you tomorrow, is Belch still picking me up for school tomorrow?"

"Mhm."

"Right. Later."

"Later."

I walked downstairs and opened the door. I walked outside and sorted my hair. Who was waiting at his house? My dad.

I walked to the car and got inside. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked.

"Language. I should be asking you what you're doing here. I told you that you aren't to be coming here again and what do you do? COME HERE AGAIN."

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't you fuckin' start with the sorry shit. You're gonna do it again ain't you? I'll lock you in your room if I have to."

"No I won't do it again. I promise."

He smashed my head against the window. "IVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR BULLSHIT."

I held my hand on my head. He took his seatbelt off and lunged towards me, his hands holding my neck. I tried pulling his hands off but it wouldn't work. I reached for the door handle and pulled it. I fell out of the car.

"Don't think about coming back tonight!" He started the car and drove away. I spat blood out of my mouth and stood up. I turned around to look at Patrick's house before running the direction of my house.

I ran around the back of my house and looked at my bedroom window. I grabbed a bin and put it below the window. I got on the bin and climbed through my bedroom window.

I fell on my bed and sighed. My back ached from the night before and now my head hurt. I went to my drawer and grabbed some cream that I got from a store which a creepy old guy worked at.

I pulled my shirt up and rubbed it against my back. I rubbed a bit more on my neck and then I put the little bottle away. I locked my door to make sure my dad wouldn't come in and realise I was here. I was hungry though. I just had to wait till tomorrow.