Henry Bowers X Beverly Marsh

Henry

Henry's POV
I cant stop thinking about how I just left Bev at the hospital yesterday. There's no doubt in my mine that she'll be in trouble with her dad, and from what I've seen in the past it'll be one harsh punishment. I stand from where I was sitting and walk out of my empty house. I speed through neighborhoods all the way to her house and when I look at my watch, it reads five thirty seven. I see movement out of the corner of my eye and see six figures running across the lawn. And then I heard it. The sound of her screaming for someone to stop. Her friends were outside pulling on something on the window. They start screaming for help and thats when I realized something was wrong, so  I jumped out of my car and ran towards her house , as I ran, I heard two blood curdling screams coming from inside. I helped the losers get the bars off the window and kicked the glass to break the window. "Lay another finger on her and you'll die" I said when I climbed through the window. I walked towards Bev. But she winced and told me to stay away, and that this  was my fault. For a moment I felt guilty, because she's right. It is my fault. I stood in between Beverly and her father, making sure that nothing happens. Beverly's father held up a knife, and I held up mine ready for any sort of fight he may try to start. He straightened up and looked me in the eye. 

"If I ever see her again, I'm gonna beat her almost to death, understand?" Mr. Marsh had said, his eyes gleamed, and he was smiling, like he was turned on by this shit, like he enjoyed it.

     "I won't let that happen. you'll never get anywhere near her." I say glaring at him as I climb through the window to see all the boys gathered around Mike, who is holding bev. 

"Where should we go with her, this is worse than we thought." The little sick one said.

"Take her to my house," I said, "since you dont have your bikes you can all pile into my car. My dad wont be home till tomorrow night, he's working on a case."
The losers all looked at each other and nodded. They ran towards my car, and the stutteering freak sat in the front with me, Beverly in his arms. The rest of the gang was squeezed into the back seat. I drove faster than the speed limit all the way to my house not being seen by a single cop. The second my car stopped, they all got out of the car as soon as possible and ran into my house.
"Bring her upstairs to my room" I told them as I stayed behind to get medical supplies. I came bursting through the door with a first aid kit in my hands, and walked over to the bed, "where are all of your cuts?" I asked her in a calm voice.
"Mostly... waist up" She said wincing mid sentence. Her voice was rough from all of the screaming. I pulled out my knife and cut her shirt up the middle and removed it from her body. I couldn't help but stare at her normally beautiful body looking all blue and purple with bruises and cuts with absolute horror. I threw the shirt at Mike.
"Tear that into strips while I clean the wounds, we're going to make bandages from the ones that arent completely soaked in blood already." I tell him as an order. Everyone in the room is silent, awaiting any possible orders from me. I pulled out some cotten balls and some rubbing alchohol. Beverly's eyes widened, knowing that she was about to be put through a lot of pain. I grabbed a ripped piece of Bev's shirt from Mike and told her to bite on it and to try avoid screaming. She nodded and bit down on the cloth, as I put some of the alchohol on a cotton ball.
"On the count of three, I'm going to put this on the cut on your stomach. One... Three" I said and actually poured some alchohol on her cut I knew it would be extra painful, but it would insure that it gets dissinfected.

      I could hear her bite down on the cloth which silenced her screams. I then used the cotton ball to dab her open wound. Tears poured from her eyes, making me wish the pain would end so I wouldn't have to see her like this. I cleaned all of her wounds and used a bandage on the cut on her shoulder, and tied several strips of cloth together and tied it around her stomach tightly to stop the bleeding.

"What now?" the sick one asked.

"You leave her here and I'll take care of her" I tell them, hoping they'll see that I'm serious.

"After what you did the last time? No way! She's only in this mess because of you." Four eyes said clearly pissed off.

"Do you have a better idea foureyes?"  I said, challenging him to say something more. He shut his mouth, and stayed quiet.

"F-f-fine but w-w-we'll come to v-vis-is-isit her every day." Stuttering Bill said, speaking for their whole group.

"Deal" I said.
Bill walked over to Beverly and kissed her forhead.

"Get bet-bet-better quick, and wa-wa-wa-tch your back. If h-he tries a-a-a-anything we'll k-k-k-k-kill him ok-kay?" the freak said in a soft voice. She nodded and tried to smile but stopped, probably almost opening the cut on her lip. Each boy kissed her head and walked out of the room. I  looked at her for a moment wondering if I should do the same, but decided against it and followed the rest of the boys out closing the door behind me. When we got down the stairs, I looked at the losers.

"Will you be okay walking home or do you need to crash here tonight?" I asked them. They all stared at me with shock written all over their stupid little faces making me regret even asking.

  "No thank Bowers, I'll have them stay at my house tonight," the nigger said walking out  the door followed by his friends. I locked the door behind them and went into the kitchen. Looking at the oven, I saw it was only seven O'clock. I made a pot of pasta and put parmesan cheese and butter on top. I put a small amount in a bowl for her and put the lid back on so I could come back to it later. Along with the pasta I brought her a glass of water. When I opened the door she was still asleep. I couldn't help but stare at her angelic face, and her short red hair.

"Stop staring pervert," She mumbled. I practically jumped out of my skin at the sound of her voice. I hadn't realized she was awake... or the fact that she appearantly thinks I am a pervert. I sat on the edge of the bed and handed the pasta to her, setting the water on the table. She slowly sat up, wincing heavily at the pain probably coming from her stomach. "Thanks," she said taking the bowl and starting to eat.  I stood from the bed and went into m closet. when I found what I was looking for, I threw a long sleeve shirt at her. She quickly put the shirt on and let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks," she said once again.

"Ya, whatever," I said trying to maintain my tough persona. she set the bowl on the nightstand, drank most of her water, and snuggled back into the covers. I turned out the light, and closed the door behind me, whispering "Goodnight Beverly," under my breath.

So? What do you think? I know I havent updated in a while but I've been super busy. Now that I'm back in school and now that I have found my laptop, I will hopefully be updating regularly. as always, please vote and please comment telling what you thought about this chapter. I'm always up for suggestions too.