The Question/EddiexOC

1~Discovered

Run run run!

The edge of the school is what...850 feet ahead of me?

Abigail reached down and skid her fingertips across the damp grass underneath her as she turned the corner and continued sprinting alongside the school, desperate to escape the four bodies chasing her, ever since first period.

"Get back here you little shit!" came an angry shout from behind her as she clenched her jaw and threw a look over her shoulder, not answering the shout.

Come on, come on, only another 100 feet...

But before those 100 feet could be ran, her arm was grabbed, and she came to a stop with a halt due to the force being exerted upon her. Gravity pulling her back as none other than Henry Bowers threw her backwards and onto her ass against the grass, him and his friends blocking her path to the front of the school, and destroying any hope that someone would help her.

"Well well well," came Patrick Hocksetter's familiar sneer as she winced. "Little birdy couldn't fly fast enough."

"Go away..." she said timidly, her voice soft and scared, but her plea rose to deaf ears as the four boys around her laughed at her, making tears spring to her eyes.

"Get up kid," Henry snapped and she immediately obeyed, rising to her feet on trembling knees. "Let's go somewhere a little more private shall we?" she ducked her head, letting Henry grab her by her arm again and lead her farther back towards the center of the school, in the path she had desperately been running several seconds before. Once he felt the spot was private enough, he roughly threw her back against the side of the school, pinning her in place as she whimpered from her head forcefully hitting against the side of the building, making a fierce pain flood through her skull. "You're gonna pay for what you spat in the halls this morning, you little slut," he snapped as she struggled weakly, wanting to be free.

"Let go...!" She whimpered, struggling again until he flicked his hand back, pinning her arm in an unnatural position that made her squeak in pain.

"Don't tell me what to do!" he growled in a warning tone that made her instantly shut her mouth and stop struggling, hiccuping on a sob. "I said you're gonna pay, and that's exactly what you're going to do." He moved his hand to pin both her arms in place underneath his large palm, moving his hand down to her hip as she flinched against the unwanted contact.

"Henry wait-" came Victor Criss' out-of-place soft voice as he tried to express his unnaproval of what his leader was about to do.

"Shut up!" Henry spat back. "Get out of here you three, this is my revenge, not yours." Surprisingly, the three older boys obeyed, quickly running back the way they had came to avoid being seen by anyone else around. Abigail flinched again, brought back to attention as his hand rose further up, moving under her shirt to press against the bare skin coating the small of her back, the hairs on the back of her neck rising up as goosebumps dotted her skin in retaliation to the movement. He then leaned forward and held her head in place, pressing a forceful kiss to her lips that she had not asked for, nor wanted, as she tried to retaliate again. He harshly bit down on her lower lip, causing blood to seep to the surface as she yelped into his mouth and stopped struggling again.

"Bowers!" came another female voice as Henry quickly broke away from Abigail to look over, her following lose behind. "Leave her alone!"

"Get outta here Marsh," Henry growled in warning. "Or you're next."The redheaded girl set her jaw, marching up to Henry and punching him right in the jaw as he staggered back and fell to his knees from the unexpected impact, forcing him to release his hold on Abigail. The girl grabbed Abigail by the arm, pulling her away from the darkened space and out into the sunlight, in the front of the school where all the students were, as Abigail breathed in relief, happy to be freed.

"Thank you..." she said in her timid voice as the girl smiled.

"It's no problem, Henry is a menace," she answered, letting go of Abigail's arm.

"Why did you save me?" Abigail inquired, curious. No one ever cared for an outcast like her. They all thought it was better to be her than themselves.

"Because you don't deserve to be hurt like that, especially not by Henry," the girl answered. "I'm Beverly. Beverly Marsh."

"Abigail Hamilton," she answered, feeling a little more confident around this girl. Beverly reached down to take Abigail's hand in her own.

"I know we're in the same seventh period class, history, " she said, squeezing her hand in a comforting way. "I'll save you a seat okay? It looks like you could use another friend." At that, Abigail managed a smile, an act she had not had reason to do for a very long time.

"Okay, I'll see you then," she answered and Beverly beamed and let go of her hand, running back inside the school with a wave. Abigail sighed and moved to go back inside, pushing through the crowd of students to get to her locker, letting all the insults she heard slip off her shoulders. She opened her locker, retrieving her backpack from the narrow space, slipping the strap uner her arm and hoisting the bag onto her shoulder, slamming her locker door shut and puffing out air from her cheeks.

She moved down the hallway to her fourth period class, now that lunch was over, and opened the door to the classroom, takig a seat by three other girls, her so far only freidns in the entire town of Derry, Maine. The three girls looked up and intantly noticed Abigail's rattled state.

"Abby?" said one with long, dirty blonde hair and peircing green eyes. "What happened?"

"Nothing Misty..." she said softly. "He didn't do anything..."

"Are you sure?" Said another, this one with long auburn hair and also with green eyes, but hers much softer and sparkly than Misty's. Abigail nodded. The last one reached out to cup Abigail's cheek lovingly, wiping away a few stray tears.

"I'm sure she's okay Dawn," said the thid to the aurburn haired girl. This one had medium black hair, and bright blue eyes, freckles dotting her nose.

"I'm fine Bella," Abigail answered again, settling back into her chair and preparing to listen to the lecture. But she wasn't fully listening. Her mind was still on Beverly Marsh. Who was she? And why did she have such an idea to save Abigail when no one else ever had?