His Little Princess (Henry Bowers) Completed

Save My Princess

Henry's P.O.V

The group of 7 came running to me, Harper wasn't with them.

"The clown t-t-t-took Ha-H-Harpu-" Bill tried to say.

"The clown took Harper!" Beverly cried.

I stared at each and every one of them. He told me if I kill them, Harper stayed safe. I didn't kill them and he took her.....

Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder, I spun around seeing the clown holding a body bridal style. Harper layed in his arms, her eyes rolled up so I could only see the whites of her eyes. Her arms hung down, limp. Sh-She No!!!!!

"G-Give her to me!" I demanded, biting on my bottom lip, tears threatening my eyes. Suddenly a doll showed up, her skin was porcelain, a faded blue polka-dotted dress.

"Ya know, if I were to drop her right now, she'd probably get a concussion!" Pennywise giggled. That means she's still alive!

"Don't you dare!" I growled.

"Kill her," The freaky ass doll smiled.

"Why? You said you'd kill them, if you did, I wouldn't hurt your, darling. Baby. Girl!" He mocked. He threw her and she hit a wall. I took the machete and stabbed him right where his heart should be. Should... He fell back in an agonizing cry.

I wasn't scared, I wasn't worried about my life, all I felt was anger. Nothing but hatred.

Pennywise grabbed B-B-Bill and held onto him. The doll disappeared.

"You let me take him, you all go free..." Pennywise said.

Richie started going on about stuff. I gave up and charged at him stabbing my machete through his head.

All of us after him, we lead him to a deep hole.

"He thrusts his fists against the post-" Pennywise started, but I shoved the machete down his throat. He screamed in agony and fell down the deep hole.... We lost Harper's machete. HARPER!

"I'll kill you all!" Pennywise gargled from way down below. I ran to Harper who was still unconsious.

*

She was laying in a hospital bed, it's been a week already. I've skipped the whole week of work, but today I have to go back... If I'm going to be able to pay the bill....... I will pay her hospital bill and I will make her better.

"Mr. Bowers?" A nurse asked.

"That's me..." I said cautiously.

"Since we know your fathers, you seem to be the only person who cares about her and I don't want to sugar coat it, but-" She started.

"Get to the point..." I sighed tiredly, I've been at the hospital most of the week.

"We don't know for sure if she's going to make it.... She has about.... 12% chance of survival.... Whatever happened to her, messed her up pretty badly. If she makes it, then we don't even know what could happen at this point," The nurse stated.

I felt a tear slip out of my eye, but I quickly wiped it away.

"I'm sorry," She sighed.

"Listen, I gotta get to work.... You guys have my number, if anything happens. Call me, I'll be back after work," I told her almost walking passed her. She grabbed my arm stopping me.

"I think you need to go home after work, sir... We will do the best we can okay? Stay home, we'll call if anything changes," She said sweetly.

"No, I'm coming back after my shift," I told her.