Why Bowers? (Henry Bowers x Reader)

Chapter 36

I woke up to Nicholas crying and Henry trying to calm him down. I felt bad because he was trying so hard, so I got up.
"Oh, (Y/N), did we wake you up?! I'm so sorry sweetie, go back to bed,"Henry said as he saw me grogily walking towards him.
I gave him a faint smile,"It's fine, we gotta get ready to leave anyways."
We were all flying back to Derry today, and I ALWAYS end up doing the packing and whatever else needs to be done. I grabbed Nicholas, got him settled, and began getting everyone ready to leave for the airport.
I walked downstairs to see Patrick and Belch talking. They both looked upset, but not mad upset, sad. As usual,my curiosity got the better of me and I listened.
"Dude, why didn't you say anything? I told you from day one that she had a thing for you," Belch said.
"I know, I know, but she and I were so young and I didn't wanna do anything stupid," Patrick ran his hand through his hair.
Belch laughed,"Hockstetter, lemme be honest with ya, (Y/N) is a very picky girl, so if you managed to land her, it wouldn't have been dumb. As much as I hate to admit it, you both still love each other."
Patrick sighed,"And that's what kills me. She married Henry and they have a child together yet she still loves me as much as I love her. "
Belch just sighed and hugged Patrick. The guys were never emotional, so this was a huge step. They stopped hugging and I decided I should do what I had originally planned.
I walked to the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee. I then walked to the living room where Belch and Patrick were and said,"Hey, we're leaving soon. Start to get ready to go. If you need help with anything, you know where to find me." They both nodded and I walked upstairs with my coffee. Henry had already packed and weighed our suitcase so I could focus on making sure everyone else was doing what they needed to do. I was the 'mom' of the group as it was, but now that I'm an actual mom, I have a little boy to take care of as well as my other four big boys.
I took Nicholas into the bathroom and gave him a bath. Henry came in and put him in his outfit so I could get in the shower.

(onesie)

(pants)
I took a quick shower and threw on the first outfit I found.

(outfit)
I cleaned up what we had left in the bathroom, and headed back downstairs. Victor was asleep on the couch and I cracked a slight smile. He was so cute when he slept. He pretty much looked like when a baby is swaddled tightly and they're just so sweet an innocent. Vic might've looked innocent, but that was far from the truth. When it came to who in the gang makes the most inappropriate jokes or comments, he wins first prize. I could say something like,"Henry took me out last night," and he would respond with,"By 'out' do you mean 'in'?" He is always talking about sex, but thankfully he hasn't said anything like that infront of Nicholas. The one person I hope he does not mimic in his early stages is Vic. I love him to death, but I don't want my son saying stupid pick up lines like,"I'm no weather man, but you can expect more than a few inches tonight." That's Vic on a typical Saturday night at our local Derry bar that I work at. I'm a bar tender, waitress at the diner, and I work at the music store. It's tiring, but a mom's gotta do what a mom's gotta do.
I walked passed the living room, and made myself comfortable outside on the deck. The sound of the waves crashing and the seagulls just made me relax. I closed my eyes, and drifted to sleep on the couch that was under an umbrella.
***dream***
It was fuzzy at first, but I regained my sight. I was strapped down to a table and had tubes sticking out of my arms. I had a heart monitor and wires connected to my head as I looked around the room. I could hear my heart monitor speed up as I became more and more anxious to know what was going on. I heard a door open and turned to face it. A slight gust of wind was sent towards me and shivers travelled down my spine. Who came in? Why was I like this? I saw someone sit down beside my bed and put their head into their hands. He had dark hair and fair skin. Patrick? He began to sob. He lifted his head to reveal his face. It was Patrick. He looked down once more, but not putting his head into his hands.

(Patrick)
He looked at the floor with a blank expression. He looked up once more and spoke,"I'm so so sorry, (Y/N). I never meant to do this to you."
My mind started racing. What did he do? Why was he so sorry about it? What the hell happened to me? Another person entered the room. A doctor? I couldn't see him, but the voice was familiar.
"Mr.Hockstetter,"he began,"Mrs.Bowers needs to go now."
Patrick nodded and kissed my forehead. He whispered,"It should've been me."
I felt hot tears begin to stream down my face. What should've been him? He left and I saw a huge machine in the corner of the room.

(machine)
I saw Dr.Skarsgård walk over to me and wheel my bed towards the machine with a few female nurses. I couldn't figure out what was going on, but I knew it was bad. I began kicking and screaming.
"PATRICK! DON'T FUCKING LEAVE ME HERE! HELP ME! PLEASE! DON'T LEAVE ME! THEY'RE GONNA KILL ME! HELP!"
The nurses held me down and Dr.Skarsgård strapped me down with more restraints. I struggled and kept screaming,"SHIT! PATRICK! PLEASE! HELP! DON'T DO THIS TO ME!"
Dr.Skarsgård grabbed my face forcefully and said,"SHUT UP, SLUT! DON'T MAKE ME DRAG THE REST OF YOUR FAMILY INTO THIS!"
Hot tears streamed down my face as I sobbed. I felt violent shaking and began to scream more,"PLEASE! HELP! PATRICK! THEY'RE HURTING ME! DON'T LET THEM HURT ME!"
***end of dream***
I jolted awake to find myself in Patrick's arms. I sobbed into his chest as he cooed,"Its okay, (Y/N),I got ya. Nobody's gonna hurt you. I'm here."
I looked up at him,"They were gonna hurt me."
He looked at me with a concerned expression,"Who was gonna hurt you, princess?"
My sobbing became more intense,"Dr.Skarsgård and the nurses. You said it was your fault and I had wires and tubes sticking out of me aaa-and you said it should've been you."
He brought me closer to him and I sat on his lap. He held my head to his chest and wrapped is other arm around my body,"Nothing will happen to you or me. No one is gonna hurt anyone, okay?You're safe, it was just a bad dream." He kissed my head and I nodded. My chest was tight and my mouth was dry. He carried me inside and got me a bottle of water. I sat on the couch still softly crying.
Henry walked in and rushed to where I was sitting,"(Y/N), are you okay?"
I nodded,"Yeah, just a bad dream. I was a little shaken up about it, but I'm fine now."
"What was it about?" he asked.
"I'll tell you later," I said. He nodded in response, and packed the car. We all headed to the airport to head back home.
The way back home was quiet. I didn't talk at all, and I was still thinking about the dream. We got home and went straight to bed. What was that dream? Was it trying to tell me something? Thoughts of Patrick flooded my mind as I drifted off to sleep. I finally realized I may never find clarity.