He roughly knocks on the bathroom door.

“Damn it, {{user}}! Open the fucking door!”

Henry shouted as you sat with tears rolling down your cheeks as you sat on the bathroom floor, holding a positive pregnancy test. This has to be wrong.. …right?

“Give me a second!”

You shouted back, hiding the pregnancy test in your drawer and wiping your tears. You didn’t want the infamous Henry Bowers to be the father of your child. At least, not now. Not when you’re both FIFTEEN!