His Little Princess (Henry Bowers) Completed

Roomate

It's finally here!

I got the groceries put away and turned to my dad.

"So the news?" I asked hesitantly.

"Come sit down." He commanded. I sat down on the chair, which was a piece of shit and I wouldn't be surprised if it broke while I was sitting here.

"Butch and his son are having some financial problem so they're going to be staying here for a while." He stated.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked with anger. He grabbed the collar of my shirt and was inches from my face.

"Watch your damn mouth." He snapped. He slapped me across the face and glared.

"Yes, they needed a place to stay and I need someone who understands teenagers like you. You can split the shed with his son. Don't get pregnant." He stated.

"Ew, why does he have to stay in the shed? He can have my room in the house."

"Don't complain, me and Butch want peace without you two troubled teenagers, so unless you absolutely need something, stay out here. Please."

I groaned and went back out to the shed, I put food in Rocky's bowl considering I forgot to feed him this morning. He glared at me for a moment and then ate.

"Jesus, one time..." I muttered.

Why Henry?????? While Rocky was eating, his ears perked and he ran out the dog door barking. I'm guessing he's here....... Henry fucking Bowers!

The door opened and Henry walked in.

"Hey princess." He smirked throwing about 4 duffle bags on my floor.

I rolled my eyes.

"Hey, I warned you didn't I?"

"I didn't know you'd be living with me!" I shouted.

"Chill sweetheart, chill. It's fine." He smirked.

"For you! This is my home!" I ranted.

"I'm not gonna do anything..." He stated.

"I have some rules okay? Okay. 1. You keep this place clean, 2. Don't get to comfortable, because the sooner your out. The better, 3. Don't snoop around here. 4. Leave my shit alone, 5. Your friends do not come here, hell you do not bring anyone here without my permission, 6. Leave me alone. Kay? Kay."

"Yes ma'am." He saluted sarcastically. I rolled my eyes again.

Why him? Out of all people, Why him?

"One more, if Zeke comes here. Which happens a lot, you don't pick on him." I stated.

"Okay, Princess, I got it." He stated rolling his eyes. His hands sarcastically going on the air.

"Stop calling me that." I scoffed. Rocky came back in and finished his food.

"So where do I sleep?" He asked.

"The couch." I told him. He set his stuff on the couch and layed down on it.

I am pissed to the point beyond explaining.... I. have. to. live. with. Henry. Bowers. And I don't work tomorrow!

It is 3 p.m. now, I don't really know what to do....

"So, whatcha wanna do Princess?" Henry asked.

"You are over using that." I told him.

He shrugged.

"I am gonna go test out my machete that I made a handle for yesterday." I said grabbing it from my collection.