#henry-bowers

[big-bower-sis]

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TW: Abuse mention, swearing

CRASH ! !

 Another flimsy, wooden chair that was ruined in Butch’s outburst. A leg breaking off cleanly as the seat hit the floor, another splintering, nearly cracking in half due to the sheer force that it was tossed down with. Antlia jumped a bit due to the loud noise, limbs stiff, jaw clenched, her throat drying out with each passing second that her father stood there with his flaring nostrils. With how often these sounds played in the Bowers house one would think that the brunette would be used to the sound by now. It wasn’t really the sound that bothered her, hell, she heard loud sounds all the time and they never bothered her . . . her fathers' anger, however, that horrified her.

What made him react in such a way? Antlia had cooked diced mushrooms and put them in the soup, a simple side dish to the dinner she had prepared. Her father would eat whole mushrooms, but apparently, this is where he drew the line? Antlia felt numb, she couldn't remember much of what happened after the chair hit the ground. The stinging on her cheek and jitters in her hands confirmed what she expected, he smacked her again. Her cheek was already swelling as a dark bruise started forming, it’s severity enhanced by her pale skin.

As the front door slammed shut, no doubt Butch leaving the house to go to his girlfriends' place, Antlia drew in a deep breath. “FUCK YOU TOO BUTCH!” Shifting her weight as she leaned against the door frame between the kitchen and dining room, blue orbs gazed at the floor almost lifelessly for . . well, she didn’t really know how long. The eldest Bowers child sat down at the table, carelessly picking up her fork.

[itpositivity-blog]

“ @midnightfloats : I love @henry-bowers, @knifegifted, @realmortal, @victor-vic-criss, and @junipcrhill. 💖💖💖 you guys make me very happy.”

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@henry-bowers

     Tig had only ever heard rumors about this place... Juniper itself was hardly a high-class establishment but few of them ever bothered with just having one ward.  They were sectioned off like dogs in a pound, the nice well-behaved mutts who might get adopted were kept in a better place than the mongrels in the back and after a year or two of getting into scraps, [it’s damn hard to tell weeks from years in this god-forsaken place] the 19 year old had finally been demoted to where the ‘deplorables’ had to bide their miserable time.

     All the guys were about as he expected, earning distrustful looks and sneers but he knew better than to stick it out by himself.  Asylums were like prisons if you looked at it the right way... cept if you’re in pain, nobody believes you since you’re obviously just trying to get more meds.  Maybe they weren’t that similar after all but all’s he knew was that you needed someone to run with or the days sucked the life out of you faster than a year would for a person on the outside.

     Yard time is his first experience among them so obviously the first guy kind of around his age catches his eye.  “You’ve got the stuff to do your hair like that?  Shit, I’m jealous.”

[bennyhanscom-blog]

Top of the day, Benny, ya fat fuck

Sighs “What did I do now?”

[big-bower-sis]

A Sibling’s Brawl

Continued from here x.

@henry-bowers​

Antlia’s body felt like fire as her blood was seemingly boiling. You spoiled little brat, I should have let him knock sense into you long ago. Under no circumstance would she ever want to actually see him hurt, but her mind was rushing through several things at once. It had been all to long since she had felt this kind of anger towards anyone other than Butch and it was almost overpowering her morals at the time.

Slender fingers stretched and balled up repeatedly, inwardly debating on whether or not to punch the smug grin off of his face. It was tempting and if it wasn’t for the slightest bit of mentality that still clung to her till she cooled off, she would have.

“Now you listen here you little shit.”  The words felt like poison as she spoke, knowing there wasn’t going to be any good way around thins.  “Next time you want me to hide those late nights with Patrick, you’ll wish that you never fucking came home. See who’s crying a river then huh?”

She turned his back on him, a bad move and something she would never otherwise do. Snatching the blood stained rag off the coffee table she wiped off her lip and whatever had dripped to her chin.

“Spoiled brat.”

The words were quiet, but meaningful to her. It was her fault for doing this, for always stepping in front of him.

[bennyhanscom-blog]

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(( You are an amazing Henry as well! And I think we should plot more some time :-D ))

[bennyhanscom-blog]

Hey fatty, how about you come over so I can finish writing my name on that fat stomach of yours? That is if you're too chicken shit.

I think one letter is more than enough.. So I’ll definitely pass on that..