Dæmon (Bill Denbrough x Reader) [An IT & IT: Chapter 2 Reader-Insert]

Chapter 11 - Bloody Bathroom

A/N: This chapter is longer than usual (it's like 2 in 1 XD). I was gone for a long time due to a nice writer's block (* cough * and playing Genshin Impact like there was no tomorrow * cough *), so I guess a long chapter is just enough for having had to wait too long. Although I must also had to admit that I didn't plan to write this much, this is the longest chapter of all so far and that was another factor in the delay. But hey, enough of talking (writing?) and let's get down to business. The chapter is here and I hope you enjoy reading it while I disappear again~

You could expect a lot from your friends, but a phone call in the middle of the early morning wasn't one of those things. It wasn't yet dawn on the horizon and the phone insisted on continuing to ring from the wall on which it was hanging, waiting until someone answered the call. You knew beforehand that neither of your parents was going to do it —your stepfather's snoring and the closed door to their room were proof that they were still asleep— so you had to get out of bed yourself and walk like a zombie to where the phone was ringing from the beginning. When you finally grabbed the phone and held it to your ear, saying first of all a yawning hello as you rubbed your fist across your sleepy eyes, you heard the voice of the person greeting you back on the other end of the phone line and quickly knew it was Beverly. You must have been very happy to listen to her and talk to her, but there was something different about the conversation that made you inevitably frown.

It didn't take long you to notice that her voice, her beautiful and charming way of speaking, wasn't the same as always. Beverly sounded unusually nervous, almost scared when pronouncing certain words, without that flirtatious tone that excited you so much and made you laugh on multiple occasions. It was strange to hear her speak that way and you didn't hesitate to ask her the next second if she was okay, if something bad had happened to her or someone in her family. But of course, Beverly evaded all your questions. She didn't even flinch in trying to appease your obvious concern, on the contrary, she only increased it like a forest fire when she made the following request:

"Can you call them, ____? All of them? I would like to explain what happened, but... I can't. You wouldn't believe me even if I told you with all the seriousness in the world. It's better if you and the boys come to see it... At least that way they'll know it's real or not, if it's my imagination or something else. So are you going to call the boys? Tell me you can".

Refusing her request wasn't among your options. The growing concern you felt for her, the frustration that consumed you at getting more questions than answers, and Beverly's voice calling your name after a slow and awkward silence, were the determinants that kept you from saying anything but yes. A resigned yes that was later answered by a well-known phrase. That phrase that would be very well received by you if the circumstances had been different, because there was nothing more grandiose and emotional than hearing those words come from the lips of another person. Especially if that person was one of the closest to you. "I love you very much", those were Beverly's last words before she hung up the call herself, leaving you there, all speechless and with the phone in hand like a motionless figure until you came out of your stupor a few seconds later. You put the phone back in its place and blew out a great breath of air.

Call the boys. Yes, that was more than clear, and of course you would (you promised to do it for your friend's sake). But not now, you weren't going to call them right then and there. You needed time to think, to think about what the hell you were going to say to the boys so that all of you could meet at Beverly's house and without having to explain the situation to them that you didn't even understand yourself. When you felt that you already had more or less an idea of ​​what to say —and with your parents outside the house, working— then you decided to get to work.