A/n doing another Henry Bowers fic but this time i’m going to finish it 😝.
Lunch time was the worst time in Derry High school, everyone was there, it was loud and it smelled. I hated loud noises, the Cafeteria had been the last place I saw my little sister Betty alive. I was walking the halls, absently humming that new Bryan Adams song when I heard the most unpleasant boyish voice I ever heard.
“Off to fuck another older man Skank?” I ignored Greta Keene’s remark and continued my walk. what did make me stop was the fact that the bitch opened her fat mouth. “I bet that was what did poor little Betty in, sneaking out to fuck.” Greta said to one of her little hoe friends.
“What the fuck did you just say?” I said cracking my knuckles and turning around to glare at the fat zipper mouthed whore.
“You heard me, I’m not Billy Denbourgh.” Greta said snort cackling.
“You and your sister are just as trashy as Beaver-ly Marsh!” I stormed up to her and grabbed her by the hair of her head and slammed her face into the Lockers.
“I hear you talking about my little sister again, may she rest in peace, or Beverly Marsh, I will bounce your mother fucking head off the lockers again, you hear me Cum Gurgler?” I asked seething. I let her go and she crumble to the ground. her Sycophants all flocked her trying to wake her up.
That was the day I had actually talked to the school’s most infamous bully
I smiled evilly at Greta’s face as we waited for the Principal to get back. She looked like fucking hamburger meat, she deserved it. I was sent to detention after school and Greta was sent home.
After that I had a reputation around school. they thought I was possibly even more hostile than Henry Bowers. They were wrong. I hated hurting people but Greta hit home by brining up my dead sister.