IT Imagines & Preferences

Bev

Leaves crunched under your feet as you walked through the Barrens. It was just a place to be alone. A place for quiet as the nice noise of gurgling water took over. There was a stick in your hand that you mindlessly swung around as you looked. There wasn't anything really specific that you were looking for, but you'd know it when you saw it.

Seeing another one that was thicker, you dropped the one in your hand and picked up another stick. This one was the one. The monster killer.

You flicked off a few small mushrooms that were growing in the branch and continued walking.

While in the middle of doing a weird dance that would look concerning to a bystander you heard voices.

It sounded like two people arguing. A man and a woman. A woman who was being threatened.

After hiding behind a tree a safe distance away you could actually recognize the voices. It was Bev and her dad.

Once you tuned into the conversation you soon realized what he was saying to her.

They were such horrible things. It was difficult to believe that he was her father.
Peeking around the tree slightly you saw his back facing you and Bev facing towards you but looking at him.
She was in her little white summer dress with flowers on it and her hair wild with a burning color.

She had a look of pure nothing as she listened to his words. She could see you, but for her and your own good she chose to stay quiet.
He was looming over her like a giant shadow monster, never taking his eyes off of her. His voice was low, but terrifying.

Most people found him a strange man.  He was always drinking and had a strange look. At times he would just have an empty smile on his face. People sometimes ask why he doesn't remarry, or go back into the field.
You'd think that he would give a reasonable answer, but that's not at all what his response is. What he says is truly unsettling.

I have all the women I need at home.

There'd been plenty of rumors of what occurs in the Marsh household, but no one would want to even think of they were true. And no one dared ask.

Watching as he grabbed her you decided you'd had enough of him and his...... self.
To avoid being heard you stepped on parts of the ground that were free of leaves and crunching sticks. The large stick was poised to strike as you stepped closer to that thing.

Bev's face was still expressionless,  but positioned away as to not show you were there.

Right as he was about to do something he should never do you gave him a peice of your mind and have him a good home run upside the head.