Chapter 4

Y/n's POV(I promise Henry's POV is coming soon ;D)

I was walking down the sidewalk of my neighborhood as I see Bowers himself heading straight for me, I froze in place. I expected him to slug my arm or my face, but he didn't. Instead he grabbed my jaw and pressed his face into mine. Instead of fighting it, I kissed back. When I pulled away I noticed he looked different. Instead of those beautiful blue eyes, he had bright orange eyes. Slowly his face started transforming into that freaky fucking clown. It laughed it's terrible, horrible laugh. It reached out to grab my arm.

My eyes opened suddenly. I felt a cold sweat all over my body. "What the hell?..." I whispered to myself. I looked at the clock, "5:45 am..fuck.." I muttered. I attempted to go back to sleep, but every time i closed my eyes all I could see was that creepy clown. When it was finally about 7:50 am I decided to get up.

When I pulled the blankets off my room was freezing. I pulled off my nightgown and put on jeans and a black tank top. I walked downstairs and I could hear and smell my mom making breakfast. "Oh honey! You're awake! Usually you sleep until about 9. Want some breakfast? I'm making eggs!" I smiled weakly. "Sure mom, thank you." She smiled back. "Are you okay honey? You seem sad." I looked up and nodded. "I just had a nightmare." "Okay honey. If you ever need to talk, I'm here!" She said with a slight smile. As my mom placed my plate on the table in front of me we heard a knock at the door. "I'll get it!" she says walking towards the door.

"Y/n! Some boys are here for you!" I smiled, "Maybe it's Bill and Richie." "Who is it ma?" I asked. "They say their names are Henry, Victor, and... Belch?" My smile dropped. HeNRY FREAKIN' BOWERS WITH HIS GOONS? I huffed and with a fake smile on my face I ran to the door. "I'll take care of this mom." I nudge her back into the kitchen and I turned to the face Henry. "Oi Bowers, why the fuck are you here? How do you know where I live?" I say through gritted teeth. "I saw you go in your house the other day. Let us come in." He said. "That's not totally fucking creepy. Go away." He attempts to push his way through. I shove him back on the porch. "There is no damn way I'm letting you in." I growled. "We'll we're coming in anyway."

I tried, but it's hard trying to fend off 3 guys when I am an out of shape 16 year old. "Ugh, fuckin' assholes." I muttered bitterly. I followed them into the kitchen as they all sat down. "So what brings you boys here? Would you young men like some eggs?" Henry was about to say something, but I interrupted him. "Hey ma, how 'bout you go to the store to pick up some groceries? I'll keep these assholes- I mean these lovely guys company. "I will go get groceries when I please y/n. Why are you being weird?" My heart started beating faster. I look at her with my pleading eyes. She sighed, clearly annoyed. "I'll leave in a little bit. Don't di anything stupid or I'm going to beat your ass." Ahe turned around and headed upstairs.

I turned around to the three assholes. "Okay, what the hell do you want Bowers?" I say glaring at them. He got up abruptly, with his goons following suit. "Stay down here, I'll take the pretty lady upstairs." He said while keeping his eyes on me. Both Belch and Victor were smirking.

What the fuck?

I slowly led Henry up to my room, my heart racing. "Fuck me man. I'm so nervous and for what?" I opened my door and revealed my small, but functional room. I had a twin sized bed with my small ass dresser in the corner. I had upgraded from dust, to some band posters we had in storage. He ran and flopped on my bed, seeming relaxed. I sigh loudly. "Dude, that's my bed. Why are you in it like you own it?" I stood there with my arms crossed. He patted the bed beside me, "Don't be shy, I don't bite..too much." He said while smirking. "Don't make me sock you, Bowers." I said coldly. "Why did you want to come upstairs?" I said, making it obvious i'm annoyed. He smirked, "I dunno, to talk, make out a little, ya know." His smirk widened. He leaned towards me, and gently pressed his face against mine. It was softer, more like he cared rather than showing off to his friends. He pulled away, I could see the blush form on his face.

"Shit, he actually is kinda hot."

"So why did you have us come up here? What did you want to talk about?" I could see embarrassment on his face. "Well..I know i've been making an ass of myself, but I think you're actually really pretty. So like do you want to go out?" I could feel the heat rising to my face. "Dude, we just met today. I wouldn't mind going out somewhere and getting to know you, but I'll definitely think about it."

Yeah he's definitely hot.

We talked for a little bit, just casual conversation. I heard a knock at my front door again, and ran downstairs before Belch or Victor could open it. When I opened the door, Richie was standing there holding flowers. "O-Oh uh hey, y/n I was wondering if.." he started stuttering as he spotted Henry behind me. Richie's eyes widened with fear.

"Hey Trashmouth, what the hell do you wanna say to my girl?" he said, with a touch of annoyance in his tone. I turned and glared at him. "I'm not your girl yet Bowers. Slow your roll." I turned to see Richie getting more flustered. "What the hell is Bowers doing here? Did he hypnotize you or something y/n??" Richie asked. I laughed. "I'm sorry dude, but I only see you as a friend. Plus, I don't usually date younger. I'm sorry Rich." He dropped his head. "Finders keepers, losers weepers..." Henry muttered. I punched his arm, "Hey now! Don't be mean!"

"Cheer up, Rich. You'll find her someday." He looked up at me, and smiled slightly. He then looked behind me and stuck his tongue out at Henry. "Both of you! Quit it! Be nice to each other!"  Suddenly I saw movement in the bushes, I froze. Richie looked behind himself, and yelled "Guys! It's safe to come out now!" Three boys emerged from the bushes. It was Stan, Bill, and Eddie. They all noticed Henry, and froze in their tracks. "Guys it okay...I think.." Richie said. They all dropped their worried expression. Henry pulled me back towards him, he looked pissed off. "H-Hey! She's o-our friend t-too a-asshol-le!" Bill said, angrily. Henry lunged for Bill, but I stopped him by grabbing his arm. He looked at me, and I shook my head.  He turned back to face Bill.

"I don't want her hanging out with losers! That makes her a loser!" I looked at him, almost hurt. "You think I'm a loser if I hang out with them? Are you fucking kidding Henry?" I felt the hot tears stinging in my eyes. "N-No..y/n..that's not what.." He tried to explain, but at that point I already was running away, tears flowing down my face. I didn't run very far, I didn't have the strength to. It has only been a span of 12 hours, and I've cried at least 5 times. What the hell is Bowers doing to me? Why am I being so fucking sensitive??""

I sat by a tree, leaning my head against it as I felt the gentle breeze. Then I heard it, "Hey doll. What's a pretty girl like you sitting out here by yourself?" I opened my eyes to see who was talking to me. It was the psychopath himself, Patrick Hockstetter. He was smirking maliciously.

Oh fuck. This is not good, at all.

A/n: Hi my lovelies. Honestly, this is the longest chapter so far, and I'm kinda proud of it. Have a beautiful day! <3