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Are You Ok B.H.

CrazyZura 💕💕😘😘
I sat alone on the concrete steps of Derry high school as hot tears streamed down my face. I'm fucking dead. Holding my glasses up to the light I could see all the damage that the bottom of Henry Bowers shoe did to my lenses. My dad was going to kill me. I brought my hands to my face, wiping off the tears. My head was pounding, probably from the blow I took from Patrick, he had been extra aggressive today. I sniffled, folding the glasses and shoving them into my backpack.

Suddenly I almost jumped out of my skin as I large hand was placed on my shoulder. I immediately stood up and whipped around to see who the culprit could possibly be. I had already had the worst day of my life, what more could anyone want from me.

Standing there was Belch Huggins. My eyes widened in terror and I took a few slow steps backwards, ready to run at the next chance I got. I hunched down a bit, preparing myself for an attack and ready to fight back. The boy threw his hands in the air, clearly afraid of the feral look that had taken over my features. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you. Please, I'm not gonna hurt you" he said taking a step closer to me, I in turn took another step back.

"J-just leave me alone, ok? I haven't done anything to you" I said, my eyes tearing up once again thinking about what Henry had done earlier. "Your bleeding" Belch said, walking a bit closer to me, this time I allowed it although I was still skeptical about the whole situation. I brought my hand to the edge of my eyebrow and my fingers met the liquid that was coming out of the gash. "It's fine. Just go away. I can take care of myself" I barked now in discomfort from noticing the wound.

"I have a first aid kit in my car" the boy said, "I'm gonna go get it. Don't move" he said before walking off in the direction of the parking lot. I thought hard about running off into the woods as I watched him walk away but decided against it knowing that i probably had a concussion. I sat myself back on the schools steps and waited.

A few minutes later Belch came back, first aid kit in hand. He came over to me, setting it down next to my thigh and opening it. He pulled out a piece of gauze and that god awful antiseptic spay along with some medical tape. Ripping open the paper packaging he pulled of the square of gauze. I flinched as he brought it to my face, mostly from the pain but also from the simple fear that he might hit me.

"Ow" I whined as he held the cloth tightly against my injury, the pressure making it throb. A loud sigh came from the boy and a look of sadness washed over him. "I'm sorry they did that to you" he said. His face was only a couple of inches from mine as I stared into his blue eyes. "It's ok, nothing new" I shrugged, refocusing my gaze to the ground. I felt his thumb and pointer finger grab my chin before he forced my face back up so that I was looking at him again.

"It's not ok. I won't let them hurt you anymore" butterfly's darted there way through my stomach as he spoke. Once the bleeding had stopped he sprayed the can onto the area, making sure to put his hand over my eyes before doing so. He then carefully took pieces of the tape and closed the cut. He leaned back to examine his work and gave a nod as if he approved. "That ought to feel better" he said.

He gathered all the trash and went over to the trash can, dropping it in and returning to put everything back in its place in the medal box. He snapped the latches closed and squatted down in front of me once again. "Weird how you can look so pretty even when your face is fucked up" the boy said, brushing his thumb against my cheekbone. I blushed hard and tucked some stray hair behind my ear nervously. He stood back up and offered me his hand. I took it, and stood up as well. I pulled my hand out of his quickly, his touch making me anxious. "Thank you, for being nice and everything" I rushed awkwardly. Just as I was about to turn around and walk towards my house I felt him grab my forearm. He pulled it and turned me around, our faces were close again making me feel flustered.

"Let me give you a ride"

BELCH IS BABY.