Disclaimer: I do not profit from this story and all creative rights to the characters belong to their original creator(s). Evelyn Mathews and Julia Hall belong to me.

Please pay attention to the warning tags. This work has adult themes, and mentions various forms of violence - sexual and physical.


"I am totally fucked."

Evelyn laid uncomfortably over a blank canvas as she painted a mid-50's high school landscape for her school's theatre course. The thick smell of paint wafted across the room; big metal fans circulated the humid afternoon air. As Evelyn removed the sweat from her brow, she smeared a fat bead of white paint across her cheekbone. Her interest was on the piece – Grease was set to be preformed 2 weeks before the beginning of summer break – but with her best friend hovering over her, Evelyn was having trouble focusing on wrapping up before science class.

Fifteen-year-old Julia Hall glanced down at her, waiting for a reply. She had skipped gym class, but still wore her one piece uniform. Her sweat band was lose and bobbed around her neck as she tapped her foot in annoyance.

"Evie! I swear; you hear about as well as my grandpa does." Julia rolled her eyes and sighed. "This is important and I need all your attention."

Evelyn knew Julia wouldn't leave her be, not until she was satisfied; the teenager dropped her brush into the cup of water at her side and glanced over her shoulder. "I know I'll regret asking, but what have you done?" Her eyes widened in surprise at the look of sadness on her friend's face.

"I got Henry Bowers an F on the math test. He was cheating and all those rumors he spread about Mr. Draper and I came to a head." Julia crossed her arms beneath her chest. Her eyes were damp with tears. "I … I thought he wouldn't know it was me, but fucking Greta Bowie overheard me. I think she may have told him, because Patrick was lookin' for me in gym class."

"But you don't know for sure he found out," Evelyn claimed. She could tell Julia was on the brink of a breakdown; the nervous teen was breathing hard like she had run a marathon.

Julia shook her head to disagree, but she wasn't sure. She had a bad feeling that Greta ratted her out; she hated Julia. But maybe her friend was right. Maybe she was just scared because Henry had a reputation for hurting others; people who crossed him or got him in trouble with the teachers. Her legs stopped trembling, but her heart was still beating like a drum inside her chest.

"Can you walk home with me today?"

"It's important that I finish this." Evelyn gestured with her head at the canvas in front of her. But the frown on her friend's face made her reconsider. She sighed in annoyance and squeezed the bridge of her nose between her fingers. "If it means so much to you, I'll walk you home. But Monday I need to stay over and finish."

Julia smiled and bounced on the toes of her feet. "You have a deal." She kneeled down beside Evelyn and watched her go back to working on the canvas. A gentle laugh spilled from her mouth.

"What's so funny?" Evelyn briefly glanced at her before checking her work. Did I mess up? Everything looked decent enough; not her best work. Given the time frame she was asked to paint it, Evelyn thought she was doing fine.

"I'm sorry, Evie. It's just that your appearance is on par with Bozo the Clown; head of tightly curled bright hair and white paint on your face." Julia tried to rub it from her cheek, but it wouldn't come up. "Your lipstick is even smeared."

Evelyn cracked a smile and dropped her brush into the cup of murky water again. She gathered her paints and stood up with a grunt. "Help me clean up, then we can see about getting this paint off my face before class starts." Her friend agreed with a nod.


Mrs. Peterson gave the class a free period and Evelyn chose to use it to rest her eyes. She sat and listened to the others talk amongst themselves, hiding her face in her arms. Julia chickened out and skipped again, deciding to hide in the bathroom until the end of the day. The weary teen couldn't blame her; they shared the same class with Patrick and Greta.

Evelyn was nodding off when someone slammed their books on the desk top beside her. She lifted her head and glanced at the person in annoyance; Patrick sneered at her. Speak of the devil. He sat in the empty seat beside her – Julia's seat – and crossed his legs at the ankle.

"What do I owe the pleasure, Hockstetter?" Evelyn yawned and moved her arms into her lap. She wasn't happy about being woke up.

Patrick licked his chapped lips and looked her over. Not too bad. She had red hair; curly and bright. Her legs were thin and long, crossed at the knee. His hands twitched, eager to touch her smooth skin; Henry gave him an order. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and glanced into her unamused eyes. "Henry is lookin' for your little friend. You see her anywhere?"

Evelyn stopped herself from looking surprised. Greta told Henry after all; she had hoped she wouldn't. Her fingers curled around the hem of her floral dress in anger. She was tempted to tell him off, but she knew better; she'd be on Henry's radar. "I haven't, but I'll be sure to let her know he's looking for her when I do."

"I know she's come to you." Patrick leaned over and placed his hand onto her knee. "She fucked up real bad, sweetheart. Henry will find her and when he does, she'll be in a world full of hurt. Have her come to us and Henry might let her off without cuttin' up her pretty face too bad."

"What's his damage? He's been drilling her all school year; calling her names and spreading rumors about her. She's not going to just walk up and let him fuck with her." Evelyn narrowed her eyes and sneered at the lanky teenager. She flinched as Patrick dug his fingers into her skin.

"Things will be much worse for the little teacher fucker if we have to find her. Henry is going to kill her, you know?"

Evelyn snorted in laughter. "He was caught cheating. It wasn't her fault and even if Julia did tell on him, it's not like he won't get himself caught and fail again." She didn't expect Henry to even pass the grade. Why is he getting so worked up over this? Her eyes moved down to her thigh as Patrick rubbed his thumb against her skin. She swatted away his hand and scooted back in her desk.

"Henry won't like that attitude." He snatched up his books and gave Evelyn another bold look. "I'll be seeing you, sweetheart." Patrick left her, moving to the other side of the room – Greta sat watching.

Fuck! We're totally fucked. Evelyn tried her best to ignore them; they mocked her loud enough for her to hear. She laid down her head, forcing her eyes closed. The rest of the time seemed to slowly tick by. She had become a target.


Julia was close to tears; her worse fear had come to light. Henry Bowers and his gang were looking for her. Evelyn helped her get out of school without Henry noticing; his attention seemed to be elsewhere. She convinced her friend to walk her to the milling company – her father worked there. It was closer than her home and Julia feared the 4 bullies would catch up.

"Thank you for this. I just know Henry is probably looking for me." Her arms curled beneath her chest, but Evelyn could tell that she was nervous. Her eyes darted back and forth like she was expecting Henry to pop out of thin air.

"Maybe not," Evelyn tried to assure her. Her hand reached out to touch her shoulder. Julia was trembling with fear. "He's simple minded so maybe he saw someone else and forgot about you."

Julia gently smiled and patted her hand. She knew that her friend was trying to help, but something felt off to her. She allowed Evelyn to lead her down the foot path into Derry square; the town was teeming with people, but no one even sparred them a look.

As they reached the Center Street Drug Store, Evelyn saw Greta standing inside near the window. The bratty teenager noticed them and lifted her hand, dragging her finger across her neck as they passed. Evelyn grabbed Julia by the hand and pulled her along. Something wasn't right.

"Hello ladies," the voice of Patrick called out to them. He came out of the alley beside the store. In his hand, Patrick held a can of cheap hairspray. He walked up to them and slid between them, tossing his arms around each of their shoulders. His nose pressed against Evelyn's hair as he took in her scent – Christian Dior's Poison. He sucked in his bottom lip and laughed as she tried to push him away. "If you like this, you're goin' to love what's waiting around the corner." Patrick ushered them forward; no one stopped to help.

Evelyn noticed her friend give her a look of sheer terror. Should we try to run? She knew that they shouldn't. Patrick was much faster than them; she saw him chase down students much faster than her. And even if she did manage to escape, Julia might not. She was Henry's target; he didn't want Evelyn anyway. She shook her head in disagreement and allowed Patrick to lead them into the alley. As expected, he brought them right to Henry.

Julia began to panic upon seeing him. She tried to push against Patrick, but the lanky teen had a grip on her. "Please no. Henry I'm sorry." She let out a squeal of fright as Belch Huggins pulled her towards him, holding her in place. "I – I swear I wasn't thinking." Her eyes were damp with tears.

"Cut her, Henry. Make an example of the little bitch." Patrick slipped his arm around Evelyn's chest as she struggled. The aerosol can laid against her breasts. It was a warning.

Henry sneered at him, ordering him to shut up. He dug into his pocket and took out his pocket knife, extending the blade. The frightened girl shook her head and begged him not to hurt her; Henry just laughed. "Funny, you didn't look so scared runnin' your damn mouth to that teacher. I failed that fuckin' test because of you; that's stepping on my damn toes."

"P-Please Henry. I won't do it again." Julia backed into Belch wanting desperately to be away from the mullet haired teen.

"Oh p-please – shut the fuck up. I don't care about your excuses. The boys say to cut you; might teach you a lesson. But I want you to remember this." Henry brought his knife up to her face and traced the blade around her lips. "Open your mouth. I'm going to cut out your tongue."

Julia widened her scared eyes and shoved her elbow against Belch, inciting a groan of discomfort from him. She struggled in his grip, but Henry had Victor grab her from the side. Her heart was pounding against her chest; she didn't want to die.

"She said sorry, Bowers. Can't you let this one go?" Evelyn bit down on her tongue. She didn't want to turn his attention over to her, but she couldn't take much more of his mocking.

The mullet haired teen lashed out like a snake. He turned and pointed his knife at her; his narrowed eyes stared right through her. "Shut that bitch up. When I'm done with this one, I'll take care of her too." His knife pointed between the 2 of them.

Evelyn was jerked back. She groaned in pain, feeling the cold sting of the aerosol can against her collar bone. The warm breath on her neck brought goosepimples to her skin as Patrick laughed and nudged his crotch against her back.

"Told ya she's a mouthy one," he replied. Patrick brought his mouth to her ear and blew into it. He smiled as Evelyn shivered against him. "Didn't I warn you, sweetheart?"

Evelyn brought her head back and hit him in the face. She hissed in pain as the can slammed into her chin. Her slender body was pushed onto the ground once Patrick recovered, kneading his sore nose. The young girl tried to sit up, but Patrick stepped on her back and kept her down.

"The fuck are you doing, Hockstetter?" Henry was livid. He leered at them.

Victor shook his head and smiled. "Can't even hold down one girl, Pat." Belch laughed at him.

"She's feisty," Patrick commented. He leaned down and pulled Evelyn into his arms, keeping her against his chest. "I like it."

Henry cracked a smile, but narrowed his eyes as he glanced at the blonde haired girl in front of him. He wasn't going to tell her again; his fingers dug into her skin and forced her mouth open. She cried out in fear, but he shut her up once the blade of his knife slid passed her lips. Henry tapped it against her teeth, smiling as she went stiff.

Fear grew in Evelyn's heart; she had no reason to hide it. Henry would do it – the students he tortured and mocked were a certainty to the kind of darkness that was inside him. Her mind was racing, trying to come up with some kind of idea on how to keep him from mutilating her friend. Every path lead to blood; one of them was going to get hurt. Evelyn would rather it be herself – Julia and her family had already done so much for her. She made up her mind and cleared her throat. "Let it be me; cut out my tongue if you have to. Leave her alone and make an example out of me." Evelyn figured it would work. Julia would no doubt feel guilty for it.

Henry turned to her and widened his eyes. He saw Belch give him a look of uncertainty, shrugging his wide shoulders. The idea sounded legit, but he was no idiot. He knew the red haired teen was trying to keep her friend from being hurt, but he never had someone volunteer to take the punishment for someone else. Henry was tickled by her offer, but he'd rather not give her what she wanted; he was the one in control. Instead, he put pressure on the knife. Julia cried out in pain.

"Stop it," Evelyn shouted. She struggled against Patrick's grip. Her dress sleeve tore in the process, revealing her plain colored bra to them. But she didn't care. "Don't hurt her, ya pussy. That's right, I'm calling you out. Fuck you, Bowers." Tears blurred her vision and her face burned in embarrassment. Listen to me, idiot. She continued to cuss him until the sound of a police siren drowned out her screams.

"The hell are you doing, boy?" The stern voice of Butch Bowers called to them over the noise. Seconds later, he turned off the siren – his cruiser was parked at the mouth of the alley. He walked down the length of it and pulled his glasses off, gaging the scene. "The hell is going on here?" His glare turned to Henry.

The scared teen flinched and pulled his knife from Julia's mouth, staring down at the dirty asphalt beneath his boots. His fingers grew loose and he dropped the switchblade on the ground. "Nothing. We were just – "

"What was that?" Butch interrupted his son and moved over to him. He glanced at Julia who was in tears and tilted his head to her; Victor and Belch let her go.

Henry's hand shook as he raised his head. "Nothing, sir. The guys and I were just hanging out with some girls from our class." His voice was just as quiet as he spoke.

"Is that so?" Butch motioned for Evelyn to join them, urging her forward with his finger. She stood, knocking Patrick away from her as she covered up her chest. Her unsteady legs brought her over to him. Butch pointed at his son. "You know him?"

Evelyn nodded her head; she thought about ratting him out, but she knew it would lead Henry to hurt both her and Julia. Said girl was too shook up to answer him. "Yes sir. We share a few classes together. Thought we'd hang out with them before headin' home." She flinched as Butch turned her head, looking her over.

"You Frank's daughter? I've seen you at the milling company a few times."

"No sir, but Julia is." Evelyn opted not to mention that she lived with them; her father was close friends with the Hall family.

Butch laughed and slipped his glasses back over his eyes. "That dumb bastard owes me some material; barns been falling apart. I was headin' over there, so I'll give ya both a ride. Go on and get in the car." His smile faded as he looked at his son. He reached out and grabbed his shoulder, jerking him forward. "I want you home before I get there. You got chores to do."

"Yes sir," Henry mumbled. His eyes narrowed as he met gazes with Evelyn. She hugged her friend to her side and lead her to the police cruiser. He was far from done with them. His father released him and followed behind them. The boys stayed silent, even Patrick – he waved at them.

Tomorrow was Saturday, but he'd get them when Monday rolled around. They couldn't hide from him at school.


AN: I apologize for there not being enough Henry x OC in the first part, but I wanted to set the mood for the piece before jumping in head first. Almost seems a little like Patrick x OC but it's not.