Imagine hiding out in the library from your ex Henry Bowers, and Mike taking care of you.
As soon as you hung up the phone, you knew where you had to go. Either Henry was never going to look in the library, since he hardly knew it existed before his incarceration, or he was going to go there immediately to get Mike, if he was still on his vengeance kick. Which, of course, he would be. You grabbed your jacket, and ran straight for your car to get to the library as fast as you can.
Mike was working behind the counter of the quiet building. As looked around, nothing really seemed to be amiss. “Mike!” You said, approaching the counter, out of breath from your run up the stairs. He looked at you with slight confusion.
“Y/N, what are -”
“Henry broke out. I thought I - I had to warn you.”
“Okay, thank you.” Mike said, looking over his shoulder. “You can go upstairs to my room, you’ll be safe there.”
“Are you sure?” You asked. He nodded, and you proceeded up the steps, checking behind you the whole time. You were sure Henry was going to come after you. You’d broken up with him because of his obsession with the Losers Club, and blamed them for it. Another thing to add to the list of hates of his.
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Not even an hour later, you were with Mike and the rest of the club, who you didn’t even know was in town.
“I should have stayed down here to protect you Mike, I’m so sorry.” You said, holding onto his hand. He was alright overall, but the fight had still caused some wounds.
“You warned me, that was enough.” Mike said, putting his other hand over your clasped ones. It was a motion that brought your heart to skip a beat, and forget that your ex-boyfriend was dead on the ground behind you.
