Bev's POV
I walked away from Henry's car with my fists clenched in anger. as I walked away I could hear the sound of his car following behind me. In a way, it was charming.... but it was also highly creepy. Did he not realize that I could hear the sound of his car? But then again, he wasn't known for his brain. A small smile crept onto my face at that thought. I only kept walking. Even after my legs ached, and I could feel all of the pain my father inflicted on me. I hadn't even realized that the sun had started to come up behind me I was so lost in my thoughts. It was at that moment that something grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into the bushes. I screamed as the branches scraped every part of my already hurting body.
"I'm pretty sure I told you that if I ever saw you again, I would kill you." My father said. I immeadiatly felt sick to my stomach. I was thrown to the ground and I came face to face with the edge of a cliff. I scrambled back, realizing that we were at the quarry... and that I still couldn't swim.
" Bevy, why couldnt you just stay my little girl. This is all your fault." He said grinning. My heart rate started to climb higher, and I was knew that he could tell I was scared. Just as I was about to say something, another voice jumped into our conversation."Didnt I tell you that if you lay another hand on her you'd die?" Henry said walking out of the bushes with a smile on his face. My father's head shot in Henry's direction, clearly not expecting to be interupted. Henry looked at the fact that I was backed up to where I was standing at the edge of the cliff. Henry looked from me to my dad and lunged for him but he pushed me off the cliff before he could save me. It seemed like I was falling in slow motion. I could feel the wind against my skin as I fell towards my possible death. I could feel my hair whip around my face up until the point I hit the water.
I thrashed and struggled, trying to fight my my to the top with no avail. My limbs grew heavy and my vision started going dark. With one last thought of Henry Bowers, I let the water in.I could feel air forcing its way into my lungs, but I fought against it. I just wanted to keep sleeping. I knew if I woke up I would feel all sorts of pain and emotion. But the air kept coming until the water was finally pushed from my lungs with a painful cough. I spit water out of my lungs and heard it splash against something. When i opened my eyes, I barely had enough time to recognize the face in front of me before I leaned over to the side and coughed/threw up more water.
"It took you long enough you son of a bitch! I could have died!" I yelled, even though he just saved my life. He didn't say anything, but he just sat there and looked at me. After a moment of awkward silence, a thought of pure disgust and hatred crossed my mind and reached my expression. "Please tell me that you didn't kiss me." I said, my voice coming out smaller than I ment, and my eyes lightly closed.
"The kiss of life babe" He said, giving me a wink and blowing me a kiss. That made my stomach churn. Just the thought of his lips near mine made bile rise into the back of my throat. I turned around and puked my guts out onto the ground, noticing that it was clear and just more water. Henry only sat there and watched it happen like the jackass he was.
"I cant tell if that was because of all the water I swallowed, the fact that you just called me babe, or the fact that you gave me the 'kiss of life'" I told him when my stomach calmed down and I stopped heaving, putting air quotes around kiss of life. "Probably all three," the look of disgust was most likely still evident on my face. His only response was a stupid grin.
Henry, stood up and offered his hand to help me up. I thought about refusing it but I knew how weak I was. I wasnt going to be able to keep myself up. I took his outstretched hand, and with one quick strong pull I was on my feet and against his chest.
"Do you want to ride on my back? I dont really think you can walk." He grinned. I nodded, greateful not to be on my feet. We spent the hike up the stone stairs in silence, neither of us knowing what to say. Things needed to go back to the way they were, there was no room for romance in my life.Henry gave me a ride back to the boys, which was also spent in silence. When we were almost there he pulled to the side of the road and put the car in park.
"After today, I want nothing to do with you." He said. I froze, unsure of how to respond. There was clearly something between us, but I guess we both knew that neither one could handle it right now.
"But what if..." But before I can even fininsh the sentence he's out of the car and at my door. He grabbed my upper arm, and forcefully pulled me out of the car. I could feel my knees split open with tiny cuts as I landed on them.
Henry switched his grip to my short hair and griped it tightly. I only grit my teeth and closed my eyes. I was unsure of what he was doing, or what was going to happen."Look at me" he said, his voice commanding I opened my eyes but I couldnt bring myself to look at him. "Look at me!" I jumped. I looked him in the eye and only saw rage. "You and I are never going to be a thing. I hate you and your stupid club. The absolute only readon you're still alive is because I would rather torcher and kill you myself."
I fought the tears that stung my eyes as I spit on him. He shoved my head down towards the ground. He kicked me in the stomach hard enoungh for me to roll on the ground. He placed his foot on my neck, directly over my windpipe and started aplying pressure until I couldnt breath. "Stay away from me. The next time I see you I'll beat you till you pass out" he said and got in his car, he drove off leaving me in the dust.
Hey guys I know its been a while. I really apologige but my summer was totally booked and I started school recently. On top of this there's a lot of drama in my life. Please comment and vote! Love Yall!
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Henry Bowers X Beverly Marsh
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