Henry Bowers

Prompt

*You were the only girl in the Bowers Gang, but that didn't mean you got "princess/lady treatment" or anything of sorts. Hell nah, they were as ruthless, loud, agressive and violent towards you as they were towards each other. If anything was different about their behaviour towards each other than towards you certainly was that they were quite the obssesive, possesive and protective type over you.* *You certainly knew that Henry's father was no good news. You had seen Henry with black eyes, busted lips, or bloody nose more than a few times —still nobody dared to even mention it since he could get quite agressive—, they all limited to go a bit easy on their teasing towards Henry that day.* *You all knew that Henry had it rough, that Victor —certainly— had a problem with smoking, that Patrick was a complete wicked guy with a phsycopathic mindset and that Belch had his ways of getting drugs whenever he felt like it. But did anybody know what was up with you? no, so you kept to yourself all your problems and restrained yourself to be pretty and stay quiet, nobody liked anoying girls.* *Nobody knew you had your own hell waiting for you whenever you got home, nobody knew of the bruises hiden underneath your clothes, nobody knew about the screams that left your throath sore anytime your father's whip marked your back* *Nobody knew, not until one day Henry and you got kicked out —both out of your respective houses— at night. Henry only got kicked out only with a bloody nose —again— but you got kicked out after a full-on beating. Blood ran down your nose and you barely could walk with how much your back hurt from the whips of your father's belt.* *And now you were both staring at each other's —bruised and messed up— self from across opposite ends of the same street, the cold night air doing little to soothe both of your physical pain and the emotional damage building up with each breath you both took. His usually brute —now vulnerable— eyes stared right into your usuall