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[henry-bowers]

Closure

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It had been about half an hour after Henry had a huge fight with his father, Butch. It was completely unexpected as it was completely normal for Butch for showing violent aggression towards his own son. Throwing objects at him, spewing insults, and even coming to harshly hitting him behind the head. Even now, Henry could still feel the throbbing aching bump that was beginning to develop. Having his head on his knees, Henry didn't really know how much more he could take this. He wanted to get out of here, and he knew where he could go for tonight. "Fuck this." He said to himself, opening up his window and hoping out. Closing the window behind him, he was completely welcomed by the outside darkness. He could barley see his hand in front of his face. It didn't matter, Henry knew his way to Derry very well and he he became familiar of the house of which his friend, Dallas, was staying at. Not wasting much time, he went on his way. Thinking about it, Henry wished that he would've been on his way when it was more light outside. Being hit with all sorts of plants and tripping a few times, it wasn't fun. Luckily, he managed to arrive safe and sound with a bit of minor cuts here and there. With a deep breath, Henry knocked on the door, hoping that Dally was home.

[wanderderry-blog]

  “HEY, DAL.   dallas.  buddy.”  slapping his arm incessantly with her hand.  her smile is wide --    she’s being irritating on purpose.  truly,  she LOVED  the greaser beside her & considered him to be a true friend,  but still.  it was a lot of fun to push his  BUTTONS.    after a moment ( once his ATTENTION is caught ),  she holds up a cigarette.   “can you light this for me? i left my matches in the store.”

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[gotjest-blog]

@wiinstons / sc

❛ some people get into the halloween spirit by makin' pumpkin pie. i like to steal candy and scare trick-or-treaters. ❜ a flippant shrug of her shoulders. 

[henry-bowers]

💔 he's honestly going to be sO offended ??

Trembling fists and eyes red from pure anger, Henry's chest was moving up and down at a rapid pace from an argument that he was losing. Losing his temper and absolutely not watching on what they're both saying, he had heard the harsh words that escaped from Dally's mouth. Without realizing it, the tears just started to stream down his puffed red face. "You fuckin' hate me???? Good!! I hate your fuckin' guts too!! Be like all the others who hate me! J-Join the fuckin' club!!" Henry shouted, sobbing at this point. "Just like the rest of Derry!! My fuckin' dad! E-everybody .." "I--I'm out of here ..." Henry stormed out of the door without a jacket.

[henry-bowers]

“Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real.”

Henry’s entire body was covered in sweat while he frantically looks around the room. Nobody was in it but him and Dally. Gasping and heaving, the moonlight outside shined against his body showing just how terrifying the dream was.

So many dead bodies, he remembers. Dead bodies of children that were giggling innocently that echoed through out the sewer walls. They were calling his name. Telling him just how much fun floating was.

Henry, float with us! Come float with us, Henry! 

They all danced. Frolicked. All in the shit water beneath their water. He could smell it just remembering everything vividly. The smell of corpses and shit.

Dally’s words had given him enough reassurance it was all just a nasty dream. A disgusting dream.

“F–f-fuck, man.” He runs his dry hands through his face, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

[henry-bowers]

“for how long? how long were you bottlin' this up?“

"For as long as I can remember, okay? Ya happy now?" Henry crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, looking away from Dally. He didn't know what to say or even do, but he would have to do something to break the tension. Everything that he has spilled about his father has now reached Dally's ears. Henry now regrets everything of what he just said. "Not sure why you even care in the first place."

[deliciousfear]

           "... tsk, tsk, tsk... looking for someone?”

@wiinstons // closed.

[ralphmaccchiato]

i ship u w/ dallas !

y’all would probably meet at buck’s, after you’d had a particularly bad day. he’d try to use one of his usual lines and you’d just kinda be like “oh fuck off, winston.” but of course he wouldn’t. you’d leave pissed off but he’d just be Smitten™ as heck, in his own fucked up way.

you’d probably bump into each-other a few times after that- at a convienience store, at the drive in... i see lots of banter that’s more angry on your part than his? he’d make fun of you for having been a cheerleader & you just wouldn’t take that. you’d have a similar dynamic to him and cherry at first. eventually, one drunk night at buck’s, you’d have hate sex. this would become pretty habitual (happening every time you’d drink or get high,) until BAM you’d realize you were in love with this piece of shit kid. who was going nowhere with his life. polar opposite of what was expected of you. and wow. that’s no good. even if it was sort of exhilarating...

i think you’d eventually fess up while cuddling after a particularly hot & heavy round. just like “you know, dal... i- i think i’m in love with you.” while carding your fingers through his hair. his eyes had been closed and he’d been so relaxed and just...beautiful. you had to tell him. his eyes would snap open and he might freak the fuck out for a second but you’d go home the next morning officially his girl. so. who cares?

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