Gone Girl // IT Fanfiction

Two: The Bowers Gang

She was their drug dealer. 

Two years ago when she had returned from her family holiday, Kit had gone to Derry's local dealer and spent the rest of her holiday money on a bag of weed. Later on that day she had made her way to the quarry where Henry and the boys had been. She could remember that day clearly: Summer had just ended but it's fingers still gripped the town in heat. Kit had been wearing a sleeveless dress, her tanned arms shining in the sun. The boys had been surprised to see her approaching them that afternoon, bag on her back and a frown on her face. She never paid them any attention at school, and whenever they tried to push her or her friends around she always had some  witty retort to shoot back at them. She was fast, too, easily able to dodge them if she pushed them too far. But now she was there, standing in front of them. 

"Cathy Tozier, what the fuck are you doing here?" Henry had asked while his friends watched, sly smiles on their face.

"Don't call me Cathy. It's Kit. And I've got something for you guys," Kit replied. A chorus of wolf whistles suddenly filled the area.

"Cathy's putting out!" Victor jeered. Kit didn't miss the way Henry's eyes looked her up and down and with a scowl she took a step back.

"No, you fuckwits. And I'll repeat what I said before, Victor, seeing as you're a dumbass: It's Kit," she had snapped, reaching into her bag and pulling out the weed. The boys had stopped their jeering then, and Kit had been secretly pleased to see how surprised they were at what she was offering. Patrick had walked over to her then, snatching the bag from her and peering inside.

"Henry, it's fucking real," he had said, staring at his friend before looking back at Kit. "How the hell did you get your hands on this?"

"I asked," Kit said sarcastically. Henry took the bag from Patrick, having a look for himself, before he gazed down at Kit. 

"What the fuck changed you while you were on holiday?" He asked, his voice low. Kit hadn't answered, but in the end it didn't matter. Since that day Kit had become part of the Bowers gang.

Kit was older and colder now, the boys older and crueler. The whole town knew of their reputation of being the bullies of Derry, but not once had Kit ever taken part in the boy's games. She was the watcher who would stand a few meters away from the action. Sometimes she'd sit in the car with Henry's music blaring to ignore the roughhousing happening outside. Other days, however, she would act as the voice of reason. That was who she was playing today. 

"Guys, this is fucked up. You can't just chuck a kid in your car and drag him out here," Kit complained, growing weary of the sound of the new kid yelling from the boot of Henry's car. Her concerns were met with groans from the boys and a jolt from Patrick's knee beneath her. 

"Chill, babe, we're just having a bit of fun," Patrick grinned, squeezing her thigh. She slapped at his hand and made to move off his knees, but he was quick to pull her back on. "Where else are you gonna sit? On Victor?"

"Pass her over, Pat, I'll make her feel  better," Victor said, reaching for her. With a scowl Patrick shoved his hands away.

"Fuck off."

"Fuck you," Kit snapped. "Fuck both of you." She leaned forward towards the front, staring at Henry as he sped down the road. "Let him out, Henry. This is stupid."

"Don't be a pussy, Tozier," Henry replied with no intention of pulling over. Kit gritted her teeth together, eyeing Henry carefully. She had to play her cards carefully with their group leader.

"Come on, this is so boring! Can't we - can't we just dump him outside of town? Get him to walk back in? We don't have to take him to the kissing bridge and rough him up."