Henry Bowers

You were on the bathroom floor, your hands shaking and in them you held a pregnancy test, one that was positive. Your breathing was labored and drops of salt water were dripping from your eyes.

You gathered enough courage to leave the bathroom, outside was Henry, sitting on the couch at his house watching television, you saw him so calm. You knew it wasn't a good idea to mess with a seventeen year old boy while you were barely fifteen. You sighed softly and walked towards him, every step you took seemed like a bunch of needles were sticking into your feet. Once at Henry's side, you didn't speak, the only thing that came out of you was to show him the positive pregnancy test. Henry looked away from the television and when he saw the pink stick in front of him, his eyes widened and he frowned. He quickly got up from the seat and stood in front of you.

— That baby is not mine.

He replied, clenching his fists at his sides, his anger beginning to grow.

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