Homicidal Toddlers

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   Chapter Seven

" Beside you
She lies awake
I'm trying to find the words to say
I wish I was, I wish I was
Beside you"


 Low and behold Belch’s trans-am had been the least of their worries. Standing above Mike Hanlon’s cowering body was Henry Bowers shoving a raw piece of meat.

Waving the slaughtered lamb chops  in front of the homeschooled kids face. Screaming racial slurs, as well as shouting for Mike to eat the meat.

"Honestly if Henry would just come out of the closet it wouldn’t surprise anyone.”  Bill thought. His thoughts ended when Beverly Marsh grabbed a mild size rock chucking the stone, managing to hit Henry in the head knocking the bully down. As Bowers stumbled backwards to his ass
Mike was brought over to the other side of the hidden creak. 

As Bowers regained himself his cocky attitude came back, along with the crimson liquid now beginning to spill from his forehead.

"Oh you Losers are trying too hard, she’ll do you. You just have to ask, like I did.” Henry stated while grabbing his crotch acting like his rumor from grade school was still super fucking cool. In reality recent studies show Henry Bowers was just a plain fucking douchebag.

Obviously Ben Hansocm had become angered about Henry's douchebag remark,had gotten to the heavier boy, as a response Ben  let out a war cry. “Rock war!” Richie screamed before getting hit in the head with a flying rock. Stan snickered, hucking a rock with his built up anger otherwise his noodle arms couldn’t have made the rock go but an inch.

Although they had won Henry was still pissed they won.

The Losers club hadn’t feared him any longer. “Go blow your Dad you mullet wearing asshole!” Richie shouted, flipping the bird with both hands to a wounded Henry Bowers. Richie walked away like a douchebag, yet finally the Trashmouth deserved it.

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