One-Shots, Henry Bowers Prefrences✅

He hurts you

Henry ( Calls another girl more beautyful ) 

You and Henry have been arguing for the past week, It always from him checking out oter girls, which follow by screaming, yelling, and tears, then one of  you leave, and you two don't talk for hours until you apolygize. Right know its the same topic, he weas checking out another girl, and you felt Incecure, because the girl was Greeta and she is a beautyful girl, " Whats wrong with me checking out girls!! " Henry yells as he storms down the stairs with you right behide him. " Oh, I don't know maybe because you have  history of breaking girls heart by what your doing!! this is just the first part!" You yelled at him, 

" So what! at least their Beautyful, and don't have the looks of you!" He yells turning to you, You freeze, h-he think their beautyful but not me? H-He thinks im ugly? " Fine, go ahead and check out all the girls you want! Were over, " You yelled, You did't let him say another word. You stormed out of his house, got on your bike and peddled home fast as you can, But you were afraid to come home, Home was a nightmare. Nobody knows what goes on at your home, not the losers, not the bowers gang, not even Henry, Once home, you hide your bike in the bush   You take a breath before entrying your house and closing the door behind you. You felt glass fly at you and smash into your head, cutting you

" Where were you!" Your alcholic father yells, " O-Out with M-My fr-Friends" You stutter, " Just piss off! We never wanted you" Your mother yells from the kitchen snorting something off the glass table, You did't move but you did when your father hit you. " Did't you hear your mother brat! Piss off!" He yells in your face before he pushes you to the stairs, you scurry up their quickly locking your door behide you. You slide down your door and cry, things are just going down hill for you, more and more

You wake up to the next morning, " I guess i fell asleep " You chukle sadly. You put on some black skinny jeans with black convers, and a black tang top with a grey and musty blue flannel over your shoulder, with your hair up in a pony. You run downstairs, yank your bookbag and got your bike and rode to school quickly before your parenys could get a hand on you. You lock your bike and you walk in, You look and see Henry flirting with a girl in a skin tight outfit, that you would never wear, and she has makeup on, which you never wear. " Hey" Victor sasy walking next to you, you look and smile, " Omg, what happend to your face, theirs a huge gash and dry blood" He says worried, shit, i must have forgot to wash and bandage that before school!

" O-Oh, I fell" I lied trying to walk away but He stops me, " Y/N we are friends, even though we don't talk as much, but I can tell when your lying, so tell me pls" He asks putting his hands on your shoulders. " Fine, but you can't telll nobody! not even Henry" You plead, he promise                You drag your class together ( Sadly it has henry) " My father is a alcholic and My mother is a drug addict and they abuse me" You quickly spit out spilling the truth to your friends, you can trust. " W-What! You have to do something Y/N! thats not s good place" He pleads, " Its fine, I lived through it since 5, I can handle it " You sa trying to reasure him, but the bell rang so you two sat down and class began with kids walking in. 

* End of day, cause I lazy*

( Short things short, you and Henry got back together at lunch, he Apolygyzed after you burst out how you felt when he did that )

" Hey lets go to your place Y/N " Belch offers, You think, your parents are at work so Its okay, " S-Sure" You stutter out, so they drove and you rided your bike home, leading them to your house, they park their car a block away as you put your bike on the grass. You shut the door behide you, and you guys sit on the couch watching a movie, until you looked out the window your parents are home, "  Shit! Guys hide behide the couch" You gester, " why" Patrick asks confused, as he watching the girl get brutally murderd, " Pls" You plead, they do so, and you turn the tv off quickly, Then the door opens and slams shut, You stand by the coffee table, as both of your parents come into the living room,