Fix You - IT Fanfiction

Five

Henry's P.O.V.

Primrose left her table to go to the bathroom, so I took advantage of her being gone. I scribbled a note on a napkin telling her to meet me on Neibolt street tomorrow so that we could talk. I walked past and quickly slipped it into her bag without Dallas seeing me.

After I got my food, I walked out of the Macca's and out onto the main street. I took a bite of my McMuffin and thought about what happened inside.

Primrose and I made eye contact for the first time in ages. I miss her, I really fucking do. I fucked up big time, I wish we were still friends, and possibly more.

But I know that she hates me, I know her friends do. I've thought about changing but there's no point, everyone would think I was up to something and my Dad's behavior toward me would get even worse.

A cop car pulled up next to me. It was my Dad.

"Would you like a ride home, son?" He asked nicely.

Well, that was new.

"Uh, sure," I said, getting into the front seat.

"Had a good day so far?" Dad asked.

"Yeah," I said, hating the fact that he wanted to have some kind of conversation.

I feel like being a dick to people will earn respect from my dad, but it never has. The only thing I have ever wanted was from him is love and respect. I try so hard to follow his beliefs, but I've found that bullying doesn't do anything and to be honest, it doesn't make me feel good about myself at all.

We arrived at our house which was a bit out of town. It was a fairly large property with our house right in the middle of around 2 acres of grassland next to a forest.

When the car stopped I quickly got out and went inside straight away, we usually leave the house unlocked.

I walked up the stairs, into my room and sat down on my bed. I looked over at my nightstand and saw the picture that I had of me and Primrose. I just can't take it down.

I live with regret. I regret what happened between us, and I know that it will never be the same again.

"HENRY!" Screamed my dad, running up the stairs.

I quickly got off my bed and stood up as he slammed the door open, banging it on the wall as it flew open.

"WHY DID YOU TAKE MY GUN YOU SON OF A BITCH?" He yelled.

"I-I..." I began.

"You what?" He snapped.

"To protect myself," I lied.

I just wanted it to scare people, I took out the bullets of course. I ain't no murderer.

"Where are all the bullets?" He asked.

"I took them out," I spoke.

"Bullshit," Dad spat. "Bowers men do not kill people."

"BUT YOU KILLED MUM!" I screamed.

My Dad looked furious and his eyes were blazing with fury.

I felt a sharp pain on my cheek as he whipped me with his belt. Then he pushed me to the ground, punching my stomach several times.

I cried, I couldn't stop myself.

"Weak asshole," Dad said before walking out of the room.

I heard the TV turn on after he descended the stairs and headed for the living room. I needed to get outta here, but I couldn't walk past him. I opened my bedroom window quietly, grabbed my switchblade and climbed down the pipe next to my window. I decided to go for a walk in the forest.