His Little Princess (Henry Bowers) Completed

Rocky

"You aren't making any sense." He stated.

"The doll, sh-she's here. She's after me, I-I, she-" I rambled.

"Harper." He snapped, the tears fell down my face and I sobbed uncontrollably. He was so pissed off at me, and that fucking doll was back again.

Cynthia, the one and only. My grandmother gave her to me before she died, my mom was terrified of that damn doll. The doll's name was Cynthia, my grandma didn't want her, but didn't tell us how fucked up the thing was. My mom gotten beated daily because of it, Cynthia would break things. I admit it sounds crazy that some fucking doll would break things in the middle of the night, move, and watch you.

My mother, she died because of that doll, she........... Everyone thought she was crazy, the doctors put her on meds for schizophrenia, but she wasn't seeing things. I've caught that damn doll move. My mom took the pills, too many of them... She wrote a note saying the doll told her to, when she died, the doll sat on the counter in the bathroom. My dad said it was crazy, and the doll continued to move and break things. My dad moved on to beating me up... So I took the doll, and I hit it with a hammer, broke her into small pieces and set her on fire. I threw the ashes in the water down at the quarry. I've always been afraid of that doll, it's one of the few things I'm afraid of.... (This is such a cheezy story, stupid.... But I have no ideas, so we'll just go with this XD)

I hugged myself as I sobbed, shaking in fear. Henry backed up obviously not knowing what to do. Thunder clapped and lightning struck and I jumped every time, of course it was unintentional.

"Harper? You're scaring me.... What's going on?" He asked hesitantly.

"I told you she's out there a-and y-you don't belive me..." I sobbed.

"There's no doll, okay? If this is some sort of prank, it's not funny anymore." He growled, I didn't reply.

I rocked back and forth trying to calm myself.

"Stop." He commanded softly, "I don't know what the hell is going on, but you need to calm down..."

He pulled me to his chest stroking my hair, he put his lips close to my ear and whispered.

"Come on, let's get some sleep..."

"I-I have to stay by my weapons, IT, the thing has my machete...." I sniffled.

He looked up at my display case then let go of me backing up.

"They're all right there, Harper." He stated, I backed away from my corner and looked up. Every. Last. One. They were all there.

"Wh-What the fuck?" I muttered.

He down at me confused.

"It was a dream okay? Now it's time for you to sleep..." He said softly, he picked me up bridal style and layed me down on my bed pulling my blanket up.

"P-Please stay with me." I spoke softly. He gave me a soft smile and layed down beside me, he got under the blanket and wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest.

"You okay now?" He asked.

"I'm scared..." I sighed letting another tear slip from my eyes.

"You have no reason to be, I won't let anyone or anything hurt you..." He purred into my ear. He pulled me up so we were face to face, he slowly leaned in and softly pressed his lips to mine. When he pulled away, he looked me in the eyes.

He wiped the stray tear from my face using his thumb.

"I love you, Princess." He smiled.

"I love you, too." I smiled back.

"Now try to sleep." He said softly, I turned over so I wasn't facing him and he wrapped his arm around me laying his head right behind mine, I could feel his warm breath on my neck and it brought me peace actually.

*

The next morning, my alarm went off and Henry groaned shutting it off.

"I don't wanna go to work." He groaned.

"You haven't even had your first day yet." I laughed.

"I know." He sighed. I pulled the blanket off of us and we both got up and got dressed, ate breakfast, and everything else we had to do. I also took a half an hour shower. My hair was slightly wet after towel drying it, but it was fine.

I was wearing my light blue skinny jeans and a black t-shirt, Henry had ripped jeans and a red shirt with the sleeves ripped off.

"You ready to go, Princess?" He asked holding his arm out. He wrapped it around me pulling me to his chest.

"I guess so..." I sighed.

He pressed his lips to mine for a brief moment before I fed Rocky and then we went to the car. Actually, I haven't seen Rocky... Not since yesterday morning.

"Hey, have you seen Rocky?" I asked.

"I don't think so..." He shrugged.

"Rocky!" I called. Nothing.

"Rocky!" I called again. Same result.

"Rocky!" Henry shouted with his hands cupped beside his mouth.

"Rocky, come here boy!" I yelled out louder.

"Rocky!" Henry shouted along with me. After nothing happened he wrapped his arm around me again.

"He probably got scared from the storm last night and stayed out somewhere. He'll be back tonight." He told me.

"What if he got hurt?" I asked remembering the fucking clown.

"We'll find him after work okay?" He suggested.

"I'm finding him..." I sighed.

"You could lose your job." He stated.

"I could lose my dog!" I muttered.

"I'm sure he's fine..." He sighed lovingly.

"Just tell them I got sick." I told him.

"You sure?" He asked hesitantly.

"Yes." I told him, "I'll see you after work, no killing anybody."

He smirked, "Can't make any promises, sorry Princess."

I rolled my eyes and he started walking towards his car. I started walking into the woods calling for Rocky.

"Rocky!" I called out. "Here boy!"

As I walked along a footpath, I noticed dog prints. I followed them and it lead me to a sewer drain, a big one... That a large rottweiler could fit into.

"Erm... Rocky?" I called into the drain.

That's where his footprints lead.

"Erm, Rocky!" I called out louder.

"Come float with us Harper!" The voice shouted, not just any voice.... Cynthia's voice.

Where's Rocky? Is she going to go into the drain in search of him? Or is this all just a dream?

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