WE HAVE ALWAYS LIVED ON THE CASTLE | AN IT FANFICTION
PREVIEW — CHAPTER ONE: MANDY BOWERS GETS GROUNDED
"Listen to me— you won't get near me nor my friends. If you do, I will lock you on the sewers," he would say, not a twinge of doubt or feign on his voice, "Understood?" And Mandy would nod, nod until he made sure she wasn't just playing alone and let her go.
Of course, most big brothers would exaggerate when threatening their siblings. Even Stuttering Bill Denbrough did, once upon a time where she saw him picking little Georgie (oh god, Georgie) and he had been late, more busy playing with other kids from pre-K. But Henry wasn't Stuttering Bill Denbrough, and unfortunately for Mandy, he wasn't like most older siblings.
Fortunately for her, unlike other girls, Mandy wouldn't tag along him and his friends, that had been a long time ago, a time where Henry would just break her dolls (back when she had dolls, anyway) and when he saw her crying he would put her hand on her mouth, just so they wouldn't bother daddy. Mandy didn't like to think of those times, even if they were easier, prettier— better. She would only get mad, knowing they would never come back.
Yes, those where the times that, when walking down to school (or at least, when Henry didn't had to walk down the school) she would dare to try and grab Henry's hand and, for a while at least, he would tighten his grip so she wouldn't scrap her knees for tripping with a rock, even if he either would laugh at her clumsiness of growl that because of her they would lose their time.
Now she only pulled herself as close to the edge of the seat as she could, thinking that if she sat still and said nothing she wouldn't bother her brother's friends— more importantly, that Henry's friends wouldn't notice it.
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