fearless // henry bowers

Chapter 7: Panic

As Becca arrived home later that day she couldn't help but think about Henry, how hurt and vulnerable he was. She walked to the bathroom and glanced at the mirror, staring at her reflection.

Her head and cheek were still bandaged, however now she had a bruised eye, blotches of purple, red and yellow blending together, to complete the look.

That was just great.

She sighed, slowly peeling all of the bandages off, revealing a scabbed over cut on her cheek and a bruised, also scabbed over, gash on her forehead.

"I look hideous..."

"You do."

Her eyes widened at the second voice, her head turning towards the opened doorway of the bathroom to see Henry standing there

"Henry? Why are you here-"

He cut her off, "You look disgusting...all though...you didn't look much better to begin with..."

An expression of hurt crossed her face. "You...what are you saying..."

He just laughed.

"Did you REALLY think for one second that I would ever love an ugly bitch like you? You really are pathetic..."

She could feel her eyes widen, "What are you talking about?"

He just scoffed, "Do you really think I don't see how you look at me? The longing in your eyes? Well I do and it's disgusting!"

Her eyes started to well up with tears, "Why...why are you saying these things Henry...this isn't like you!"

He smiled creepily, making direct eye contact with the girl

"Well then...I guess you don't know me as well as you think you do... do you Becky?"

Wait...Becky?

Henry NEVER called her that

This...

This wasn't Henry

"You're not Henry..."

"Henry" cocked his head to the side in confusion

"What..."

She could feel herself getting angry

"Your. Not. Henry."

She then pushed him back, "Henry" falling onto the floor

He stared up at her, a menacing glare on his face

"Well well well...looky here at miss Nancy Drew..." he grinned and "Henry's" face slowly morphed into something else

A clowns face

It was the clown

Before the clown could get up off the floor, Becca slammed the bathroom door shut, locking it.

"Awww come on now...don't lock the door"

She backed away in fear as the door started shaking, the clown was pounding on the door, throwing itself against it, trying to get it open

"Go away!"

The door kept shaking, loud pounding sounds echoing throughout the bathroom. Becca backed into the bathroom wall, she could feel herself shaking.

"Go. Away!"

As the pounding continued she slid down the wall into a sitting position, her hands covering her ears and her eyes squeezed shut. She could only repeat the two words "go away", her voice growing louder and louder.