𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 ! 𝐁𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠

Blood of a victim

Her/your pov:
( Some things wrote might not be accurate to you and i apologise for this.)

I sit ; legs crossed, my head resting in my left hand while my right flicks to the next page in the book. It was a typical Sunday night ; my hair was in small plaits , my typical skin care had been done, the comfiest pyjamas i owned were on my body , the lamp next to me projected and caused my room to look smaller than usual, a slightly warm cup of tea sat on the table closest to me, my headphones played my usual mixtape . I was calm, ready for bed and totally prepared for the usual chaos of Derry High school.

"Oh..Hi sweetheart, you ok ?" My father stood in my door way, the usual smell of strong whiskey and smoke followed him and infected my room. I nodded , not wanting to speak or interrupt my usual routine. He came home like this almost all the time , mother usually ignored his presence when he came home. My parents were usually like this , ignoring each other and then loving each other the next . It was confusing, not as confusing as being a teenage girl but still confusing non the less.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I stood there ; hands clutching the waistband of my long black skirt , my red converse tapping the ground below me , my Motley Crue shirt practically stuck to me exposing my lower stomach slightly. I admit it , I was terrified. Not only of School but the stupid gang that decided to target me and my friends.

"Wow. Trying another style? " Eddie suddenly appeared beside me , he stood at roughly 5 foot and 3 inches . He was the shortest among the "Losers" .

"Yeah ! It's almost like... people can have their own styles...and want to change it...!" Richie snorted before pushing his glasses up and throwing an arm around Eddie.

"Jeez..you too? Anyone else care to judge me today ?" I rolled my eyes playfully before giggling and looking around , almost expecting someone to pipe up like they usually did.

" Yes actually, I personally think this is better than last weeks clothing choices.."Stan's voice surround us, his voice was quite hard to not listen. Stans authoritative and usually always right expect for right now , my style last week was one of my favourites .

"Oh yeah , being a loser is such a fun clothing choice too..!!" There he stood, the devil reincarnated himself, Patrick Hockstetter. He was the creepiest guy in Derry, everything about him screamed "disturbing " and yet He was the one tormenting children and getting away with it. Derry didn't make sense , it never did but especially now, nothing made sense.

Before anyone else would show up, speak or even breathe , the guys were hurdling to the nearest class . Richie's hand practically gripping my wrist and dragging me along with them.This happened almost everyday ; Bowers and his gang of dicks following us and us running like rats . I decided it must stop , I mean come on, the guys would never stop it so i guess i had to.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The end of the day came around pretty quickly, I decided to head to mine and the groups usual "meet and walk home" spot and there stood the fantastic four fuckwits, waiting for us .

"Aww look...!" I was noticed by Bowers first , since he practically always looked for the Losers everywhere, like some sort of hunter searching for its prey constantly. "All alone today? " His usual tone fell out , mockery and pure shit. The Boys laughed .

I rolled my eyes before standing before him, a small chuckle left my throat and bubbled to the surface , hitting Bowers and wiping his usual smirk off his face and replacing it with a glare. This made him pissed.

"What's so fucking funny ?" He took a step closer, removing his hands from his pockets.

"You. What else, asshole?" I giggled again before looking around us, His boys and mine stood around both sides glaring at the other.

Before anyone of us could even move or say another word, Henry's fist collided with my face causing me to stumble. A laugh escaped my lips again, my whole body shook with rage. I finally had a reason to hit this asshole.

I launched for him, tackling him . His body lay against the ground , my hands balled into fists continually hitting his face. We made eye contact, pure fear washed other his face. He looked almost scared, for just a moment.

"Fucking.Asshole." I spat at every word, eventually one of the guys dragged me off him.

"Crazy bitch." Victor Criss spat at me before shaking his head and helping Bowers up, the gang of bullies looked scared for once.

"Yeah. I am."I laughed before grabbing my bag and walking straight past the boys , my boys followed quickly behind.

"Ok woah ? Hello Y/N , that was fucking badass..!!" Richie laughed before walking ahead of me , his face covered with happiness.

"I can't believe Bill missed that, I'm so gonna call him later and tell him! " Stan laughed along.

Eddie,however, was quiet almost like he didn't see the fight . He just stared straight ahead, no words left his mouth not even when we reached his house.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I entered my house, my eyes meeting with my now shocked mother . Her eyes widened, she quickly became frantic.

"Y/N !! What happened?? who did this ?? are you ok ?? Baby?? Talk to me.." Her panicking quickly summoned my father who was now also panicking.

"I'm fine . You should see the other guy " I laughed before wiping away the ,now dried ,blood away with the back of left hand. My nose stung, Bowers hadn't broken it but he'd damaged it and if he tried it again, he'd surely be left feeling much worse. Hopefully the damage I caused was enough for him to fuck off.