Dollface

Anytime Dollface H.B.

CrazyZura

I had lived in Derry all of my life, and hated it more then anyone could ever imagine. The trees, the dirt, the same old stupid people every single day. I was sick of it. I kicked the gravel on the road as I made my way down town. My mother had given me a list of things to grab from the general store, and a wad of money from dads wallet.

It was the beginning of fall and the leaves had just started to change color. Crunchy dead piles of them sat in the gutter next to my feet. I bent down grabbing a handful and crumbling them, same boring old Maine.

"Hi darling, how are you" an elderly voice called from one of the houses as I passed. I turned to see Mrs. Zamboni sitting on her porch swing, wineglass in hand. She gave me a friendly wave, her bingo wing flapping as she did. "Hello Mrs.Zamboni" I called back, pulling my lips into a tight smile.

She was there everyday at the same times, just sitting and drinking her daily dose of champagne. Oh to be old and retired.

As I turned onto the Maine streets of Derry the street changed into red cobble stone. Shitty as hell but the town council refused to replace it, historical importance or something like that.

I made my way to the store and pushed the glass door open, listening to the bell as it rang out over my head alerting the shop owner that I was there. The old man startled awake from where he was sitting in front of the register. He coughed and cleared his throat, letting me know he was awake and watching. He was old and had dementia, always thought someone was trying to steal something.

I grabbed a basket and hooked it on my arm, making my way through the store dropping in what I needed. It wasn't a long list but I made sure to drop in a couple of extras, like candy that I intended to hide from my little brother before I got home.

Making my way to the counter I gave a smile to the grumpy old man. He uncrossed his arms and checked me out, setting all the items in a large brown paper bag. I handed him the needed money before grabbing the bag and bidding him a good day. He grunted and slouched, I assumed he was going back to his nap.

My footsteps echoed against the pavement as I made my way through town, back towards my house. It wasn't long before I heard footsteps behind me, loud ones. Rolling my eyes I turned back to see Patrick Hockstetter. A nasty smirk sat on his face as he followed behind me. I stopped dead in my tracks and spun around, ready to lunge at him if needed.

"What the hell do you want, Hockstetter?" I questioned, gripping my grocery bag tightly in my arms. He made a mocking face as if I had hurt his feelings. "Why does everyone always assume I mean harm?" he questioned, flicking his lighter on and off in his hand as he spoke. I scowled at him. "Why don't find someone else to torment, Gigantor." I spat flipping him the bird. He didn't like that very much.

"You better watch you mouth when you talk to me" he growled, looking like he might snap at any moment. Suddenly I heard the sound sound someone coming towards us. I looked over Patrick's shoulder to see Henry Bowers headed in our direction. Great now I'm fuckin dead. When I had asked for excitement in my life this is not what I had meant.

Patrick grabbed my by the upper arm, yanking me towards him quite aggressively and reared his fist back. I closed my eyes ready for the blow that I knew was coming. Instead of being punched I felt Patrick let me go and stumble away from me. I opened my eyes, startled. Henry had shoved him, hard.

"Go find someone else to fuck with" Henry said, his mouth pulled into a snarl. Patrick gave me one last look before turning away. "Not worth my fucking time" he grumbled as he stalked away. Henry turned in my direction, his eyes flicking down to the grocery bag that I was clutching for dear life. Remembering there was eggs inside I loosened my hold.

Henry smiled, a flirty kind of smile that I had never seen from him before. Well not towards me at least. "You want me to carry that home for you Dollface?" He questioned, the bag already halfway out of my hands and into his. I stumbled over my words trying to form a coherent thought. Before I could form the words he was already starting off towards my house, without me.

I jogged to catch up to him, confused by the sudden change in attitude he was having towards me. He had never show any interest before. Li can carry my own grocery bag, thank you very much" I said, crossing my arms over my chest, determined to remind him that I was no damsel in distress.

He let out a laugh. "You think I don't know that?" He replied with a smirking. Butterfly's darted around inside my stomach, but I kept my face neutral. "Why you being so nice to me anyway, huh Bowers?" I questioned, crossing my arms as I raised an eyebrow at him suspiciously.

"Where older now, things change," he said, shrugging slyly. He turned towards me looking me up and down, making it clear what he meant. "People change" he continued, his eyes lingering. I scoffed at him, speeding up so I was in front of him instead of next to him.

The sound of his boots against the pavement never left my proximity. As we turned onto my street Henry chuckled. I snapped in his direction. "What's so funny" I questioned defensively, my guard high in fear that he may turn on me at any second. "Nothing, I just like the view from back here"

Gasping, I walked towards him, punching him in the arm in annoyance. "Ouchy" he whined mockingly. Huffing I hurried to make it to my house, ready for this walk to be over with. As I made it into my yard I turned once again to Henry and grabbed the brown sack from his hands.

Pausing I stared at him, he shoved his hands into his jean pockets as he awaited my next move. "Thanks for... walking me. And saving me from Patrick" I said reluctantly. He gave a nod, satisfied that I was so agitated by having to thank him. "Anytime Dollface" he replied with a wink. I unintentionally blushed as the butterfly's returned to my belly.

I made my way up to my door, pulling the key I had out of my pocket and starting to unlock the door with hit. I gasped as I felt Henry grab me, spinning me so that I was pinned between him and the door. I thought about screaming but the shock of his actions kept me quiet. "Let me know if you ever want me to uh," he reached up, his thumb swiping against my bottom lip as his eyes stared into mine. "Walk you somewhere again" a smile crept into place on his face.

My breathing hitched as he finally took a step back, turning and heading off the porch, leaving me standing there, back pressed against the wood of the door. "Holy fuck" I whisper screamed to myself as I rushed to unlock the door and rush inside. I slammed it behind me, locking it in a hurry.

What in the actual hell just happened.