love ; bill denbrough

9

A/N: Before reading, this chapter touches on rape/sexual abuse. Just a warning.

Cass

School went by pretty quickly, and this semester I found that I shared a few classes with the boys. Luckily, the only thing i'd had from Henry Bowers were a few suggesting looks, which I gladly replied by flipping him the bird.

After school, the losers and I all met at the bike rack, but every single one of them, apart from Stan, had detention already, they all insisted it was Richie's fault, even Richie. He claimed it was all because of old grudge's, every teacher he had this year has flunked him at least once. Stan's father was extremely strict, so he couldn't ride home with me and Bill insisted that I meet him at his house after his detention was over. I said goodbye to all the boys and started to make my way out of the packed lot, in the direction of home.

The journey was so far peaceful, it was only a fifteen-minute one anyways. About 8 minutes away from school, I heard a car horn sound behind me. I turned around to see the source of the noise. Just my luck, Bowers.

I decided I wasn't in the mood to talk to him after this morning, not that I ever was, and I rode a footpath down by the river. Of course what I didn't realise was that there was a road leading to that destination also.

I rode on, thinking I had escaped the Satan spawn, when his car spun out in front of me. I almost dismounted over the front of my handle bars, but I dropped my bike instead, avoiding embarrassment.

"Tits." He got out of the car, leaning against it's metal frame. "We meet again."

"Mullet. Unfortunately we do." None of his gang were present, so I could afford a little back chat without having to face the consequences.

He scoffed. "Act like you don't want me in front of your little friends, I see straight through you, Corcoran."

"Really? I think you need glasses then." I laughed.

"Don't mock me." In an instant he had me pinned against the wall, switch blade to my throat. I gulped, closing my eyes. In not one universe would I show Henry Bowers the pleasure of him knowing he had me weak, so I opened them up again, staring him directly in the eyes.

"Confident huh?" He smirked. "Let's see how confident you are when I-" He put his blade at the neckline of my shirt and dragged it down, ripping it to a mere shred. "Have my way with you. Do what ever I want with you, and your little Billy-Boy isn't here to say otherwise."

He tried to snake his arm around my waist and pull me closer to him, which I declined, thrashing at him. "Let go of me." I halved my eyes.

"No can-do, sweetheart." He put his hand on the waistband of my shorts and tried to pull them down. I kicked and flailed as much as possible, which only resulted in him ripping the shorts as well as my shirt. "Perfect." 

The only thing I had now was the last shred of denim on my bottom half, my underwear and flannel. He put his hand on the arm of my flannel and tried to pull it off, which I was not having. This is my favourite flannel.

I swung my arm back and punched him. It was like a cartoon, two characters fighting and all that can be seen is soot and dust, a jumble of limbs and noises of complaint and discomfort.

"Let me go!" I shouted.

"Hey, asshole!" I heard, and it was a voice that stopped Henry in his tracks.

"Stuttering Bill." He turned around with a smirk. "And friends." He gestured to the other boys, close behind Billy.

"Just Bill, actually. I believe she said to let her go." He replied, a firm look on his face.