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"Don't make me shoot you Henry."
She pointed the gun down at the boy with shaky hands. She had no remorse, no sympathy. He had killed her boyfriend.
"Miss Y/N L/N, turned badass. Daddy died and mummy went mad, so she went running to the only hero she thought of in shithole Derry, stutter boy. What a hero," Henry laughed. But the tears pricked at her eyes at the mention of his name, or at least his nickname," who knew that someone from the L/N family would go for somebody like Denbrough. He's such a loser-"
She placed the end of the gun against his forehead and he shutted up quickly.
"You do not talk about my boyfriend like that. He isn't just a loser," her finger pulled lightly on the trigger,
"he's my loser that you killed, you motherfucker."
