"WELCOME TO THE LOSERS CLUB" ▶ MIKE HANLON ◀

(v) Why Can't They Fuck Off?

⋆June⋆
I just came from the store and now I'm walking to the arcade. I didn't feel like bringing my bike today.

I grabbed the door handle to enter the arcade, but then someone forcefully pushed me back and made me fall.

"Ow." I whispered.

I got up and faced a blue eyed boy with a mullet and a devious smirk planted on his face... Henry Bowers. Shit.

Belch Huggins and Victor Criss (aka Henry's posse) were standing behind him. Just one thing: not that I'm worried, but where's Patrick? Anyways, they pulled me into a nearby alley and blocked my view.

"Get the fuck out of my way!" I yelled.

"We pulled you in for a reason. Stay here!" Henry barked.

"You can't make me!"

"You know, June." Henry started while stepping closer to me. "I can make anybody do anything. Including you. Besides, you're pretty hot. From that curly hair to your banging body. Do me a favor and please me right now."

"Get away from me." I barked. I pushed him.

"Boys, grab ahold of her."

Next thing I know, Victor and Belch grabbed my arms. To be honest, their grips really hurt and they're the weak ones.

"When I say please me, you please me!" Henry bellowed. He put his hands on my hips and rubbed my butt.

I almost cried when he did that. I fear getting touched by anybody. That's right. I have Haphephobia.

It all started when my biological parents abandoned me when I was born. I wish I at least knew what they looked like or how they were and why they abandoned me. Instead, they just sent me to random people... named Ernest and Olivia. I lived with them ever since. I've never had a good moment with them.

The beginning of abuse started when I was only one years old. Things got worse by the age of six. That's when I developed my fear of being touched. They touched me in places that weren't supposed to be touched, made me get plenty of scars, and called me many names.

There were a few times where they tried to kick me out but according to the social workers, I'm too young and it's too late because they're officially my parents. It says so in the contract. I'm still not calling them mom and dad. They only have my biological parents' names on my birth certificate. I found out all of this a long time ago.

"Please stop touching me like that." I pleaded. I failed at trying to unleash myself from their grip.

"No can do." Henry pulled me closer to him as he breathed into my ear. Tears formed in my eyes.

"Aww, is she crying?" Belch teased. "Boo hoo, suck it up."

"You can let her go now. I got her." Henry ordered. They did as he said and went to Belch's car.

"Let go! Now!" I shouted. "Help! Help!"

"Like anyone will." Henry growled. I gave him a threatening look.

"Now, June. I don't wanna tell you again." He informed. "Do me. Right here, right now."

I started pacing fast, but he forcefully pushed me. I winced.

"Now that you're on the ground." He said. "Lay back as I make you my Beverly Marsh."

"Don't talk about her like that." I snarled. "All the rumors you heard aren't true."

"Yeah, like I'm supposed to believe that."

"Stop talking and come to daddy." He pinned me down to the ground and started kissing my neck.

"Get off of me, you fucking psychopath!!" I angrily shouted. I kicked him in the stomach and he yelped.

I ran as fast as I could away from him.

"What are you waiting for!? Drive the damn car!" He demanded to Belch, who was in the driver's seat. Belch stepped on the gas pedal.

They chased me for a good twenty minutes. I saw this dark place where I can hide from them, so ran there.

Soon after, Henry and his crew lost me. Thank the lord. I sat on the ground and breathed heavily. Then I realized where I was. The sign said 'Quality Meats'.

"Excuse me." I heard someone say. "Are you alright?" I turned to see who said that. It was a tall, brown skinned boy with a white shirt, khaki pants, and nice features. I couldn't stop myself from staring at him.

He waved his hand in my face, which made me snap out of my trance. "I asked if you were alright."

"Um, yeah. Thanks for asking." I addressed.

"Don't sweat it. Let me help you up."

"No thanks. I got it."

"Okay.. anyways, my name's Mike. And you are?"

"June. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too." He smiled and extended his hand so I can shake it. Instead of accepting his courtesy, I jumped a little and looked at the hand.

He put his hands in his pocket and asked, "Guess you're not so fond of meeting new people, are you?"

"No! I totally am!" I exclaimed. "It's just..." He looked me in my eyes and waited for my response.

I gave up and said, "I-I have to go. Bye, Mike."

"See you around, June."

I started walking. But then I turned around and saw Mike with a sad expression on his face. Boy, did I feel bad. That was a wrong first impression.