Bowers gang preferences

the boy with scars

Of course he had noticed the shy brunette in the back of his class. She never talked to anyone, and didn't have any friends. She was new; just moved from Indiana, but nobody knew anything about her. She was the mystery everyone wanted to solve. But no one knew this mystery was supposed to be kept secret.

Some mysteries aren't meant to be solved. Not everyone can figure out the clues. Tania would say. She knew that the clues to the solution were made up. Unimaginable.

When she moved to Maine, she didnt expect to be noticed. It had worked. Nobody said hi to her in the halls, nobody cared. And she was fine with that, as long as no one found out her-

"Secrets. Secrets are the things that make us vulnerable. Me you, and everyone else in the room have secrets. Everyone good?.... okay! Lets continue-"

Mrs. Bland- as I liked to call her- was yapping on and on about shit no one cared about . . . especially me.

The bell was so close to ringing. I could feel the tension in the room as everyone was ready to bolt. I just wished that it would ring soon.

Ring, ring. And there it was.

Almost all at once the students rushed towards the door, making sure Mrs. Bland couldn't get any last words in.
The halls became packed with bodies, so I put my head down . . . not wanting to be seen.

The hallways were crowded with students rushing to get home. As I weaseled my way through the tsunami of people, I see him. Henry Bowers. He was so cute I loved everything about him. I wish he would notice me just once.

I was too caught up in my thoughts that I didnt even realize I lost control of my feet, and walked right into the god himself.

His head whipped around and I saw a sorrowful look in those ocean eyes of his. He just looked me up and down, smirking.

"Hey there." He said with a grunt voice.

I freeze. Wasn't he supposed to bash my head in??

"H-hey." I say nonchalantly.

"Are you new or something?"

I look down at the floor, and then back into those eyes.

"Not really . . ."

"Not really? What do you mean, I've never seen you before, and believe me I would remember a hottie like you."

A red blush grows over my face. "No one seems to notice me."

He looks at me almost sad. "And why is that?"

*trigger warning*
As I sat in the cold room it felt as if my feet were being stabbed with tiny needles. Everything was cold. He wouldn't even provide me with any warm clothes after everything I've helped him with. I was important when I needed to be, and just a mere object when I wasn't being used.

The iron doors to my cell opened with a groan, and in stepped a nurse. She wished me a goodmorning, and told me to follow her. Like I had a choice.

She took me to the testing room and sat me down in a cold plastic chair. The whole room was dark and smelled like rubbing alcohol. The same smell that filled my nose every day.

"He'll be in here in a few minutes." She left me by myself.

I wondered what he would do to me today. He's always abusing me in some sort of way. Maybe it'll be in a new one today.

I then realized something; I didnt have to live like this. All the abuse could be gone, and i could be set free once and for all.

I looked around the room and found a window. Perfect.

I took that moment to break the glass and get out of the facility. Good riddance you pile of shit.
*

"Hey. Are you okay?" I feel a pair of hands grabbing my shoulders, and I jerk back.

I look up to see a concerned Henry staring at me.

I shake my head. "No." I turn on a heel and get out of the school, leaving Henry by himself. Nobody could afford to get hurt by me . . . again.

*time skip*

A few days had passed, leaving my thoughts to absorb me in a despair.
Why was I like this?

My thoughts are snapped out of my mind when I hear my voice being called. Oh god, cant I just sit in my car and be sad by myself??

"Tania! Hey!"

And there he was. Henry Bowers was standing by the window, knocking gently on the glass.

I roll down the window. " Henry I'm sorry I just left you like that the other day, but you have to understand that I'm a messed up person . . . okay?? My life is being torn apart by someone who I left years ago, and I need for people not to distract me okay?? I just . . . can't afford for people's feelings to be hurt."

He looks at me in utter shock, "I could help."

I furrow my eyebrows. "What?"

"You said your life is being torn apart right? Well maybe I can help put it back together?"

I stare straight ahead. He actually cares holy shit.

"Our pasts are both messed up in different ways, but they're similar in different ways too." He touches my jawline. "Maybe together we can make the present better."

"Together?"

"Together."

Heyyy y'all I'm not dead, I still have a pulse I swear. Sorry this took so long to get out, final semester exams are the devil. Anyway, I hope you like it xoxotani! Let me know if theres anything else I can do ♡ love youuu