Henry Bowers X Beverly Marsh

Alone

Bev's POV

I had never seen my father this angry before. He was basically shaking with rage. The second the police car left our line of view, I tried to make a run for it but was stopped when a hand closed tightly around my arm. "Shit," I hissed in pain. He drug me towards the house despite me fighting to get away. But I stopped instantly, staring with my mouth wide open, when I saw bright yellow eyes peeking from the gutter across the street.

     The eyes were following my every move, along with my father's. I could tell when the eyes started to crinkle at the edges, It was smiling. It made me shiver, how focused his eyes were, and how they went from an eerie yellow to a stormy gray. And yet those eyes still seemed to be glowing.

     Of course because of this distraction, i didnt realize that I was no longer fighting against my father. The next thing I knew, the house door slammed shut with me inside. I tried to scramble away, when I was pulled back the the short hair on my head. I let out a shriek of pain. I fell on the ground, still fighting against his grasp. "I think you need to be punished Bevy" my father says, before hitting me in the side of the head.

     It wasnt enough to make me pass out, but my body went limp and all I could see was stars. I could feel something warm trickling down the side of my head. I instantly realized it was blood. What the hell did he hit me with? I thought to myself. I tensed when I heard the sound of him taking off his belt.

     I saw his shadow bringing the belt over his head, before bringing it down onto my back. I screamed after each the first ten hits, each one slicing into my skin. Each hit leaving a shallow cut into my back. He hit me about 5 more times before it seemed that he was bored, and left after dragging me to my room by my hair. He let go of my hair, and I was crumpled on the ground. He knew I was too weak to fight, but I flinched when he caressed my cheek. His hand slid down my neck to my collarbone, I shivered and my entire body was tenses and I was shaking. He got up and stared at me, leaving after saying a single thing "Oh my little Bevy, my little girl. The things I could do," I could hear the smile in his voice. The second he closed my door, he locked it behind him... from the outside? This was new, he had never done that before. I go to my window, only to see that the bars are back in place. I opened it anyways just to let some air into the place.

     I closed my window when I started getting chills. about ten minutes later my door started to open and I could smell the alcohol through the door.  Shit, he's never been this drunk before. He stumbled into my room, locking his eyes on me. He looks at me from top, to bottom, and back to tp again. I feel the chills running down my spine. He stumbles forward and trips over nothing, landing directly on top of me. I start to struggle, trying to get out from under him. 

"You remind me of your mother," I stop struggling. He almost never mentions my mom. It only takes me a few seconds for my brain to jump back to being scared. I try to push him off of me, which only results in a slap across the face, and then another, and another, and another. My lip was now split and bleeding, and I had stopped struggling. I was on the ground with him straddling me. I was waiting for the right moment to strike. He hadn't realized that he dropped the keys after opening my door. He started to caress my face, and I bite back a gag. He runs his hands down the sides of my body and I get ready to strike, ignoring the bile rising in my throat.

"Finally you're awake for this." He sounded like he was bragging I jerked my head in his direction, What the hell did he just say? 
"You're never awake when I caress you, you're always so sound asleep." Suddenly I felt dirty, like there wasn't enough showers in the whole world. Then I strike, kneeing him in the balls as hard as I can manage, I run to the door and lock it behind me. He started yelling at me but I ignored him, along some other sound by the front door, as I ran to the bathroom to empty my stomach. I had known my father was a perv before, but this took it to a whole new level for him. Just thinking about it made me gag. I looked over to see Henry Bowers. In MY house. I couldn't help it, everything was in my head about my dad. I continued puking and heaving for what seemed like forever.

     Henry had walked off, and came back with a glass of water. I rinsed my mouth out before taking a drink of the water and then flushing the toilet. "What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice a little raspy. 

"Well I came to help, but I thing you got it covered." he said.

Hey Guys sorry for the short chapter, and I am so so so sorry that I haven't written in a while, I'm losing inspiration. I know that this isn't my best work but I'm trying. I hope y'all are safe and not sick. Please comment and vote, IT'S WHAT KEEPS ME GOING! I love you all, stay safe, I'll try to write soon. byee