Virgin Lies (Stanley Uris X Reader)

Chapter Twenty

After the fight, we all went home. We all agreed we needed a break from reality and to just relax. When I went home, I was shocked to find my brother being held down by the police. What the fuck was going on?

Police surrounded our house and people rolled a body bag out the front door. My dad. I had almost forgotten that he was dead, but why was Henry being held down?

I ran over to the police.

"Excuse me, what's going on?" I asked.

"You're y/n, right?" He asked me.

"Yes"

"You're father, told us a great deal about you. I'm very sorry for your loss"

I tried to act surprised by this without having to go over the whole clown incident.

"W-what happened?"

"He was killed"

"I-I get that, but why are you hurting my brother?"

He didn't answer at first, so I decided to take matters into my own hands by running over to him. As I got closer, I saw that he was covered in blood. Oh my god. Did Henry kill our dad?

"I'm not done! I'm not done! Fucking kill them all!" He yelled.

"Henry?"

"Y/n" he said in shock.

I wanted to kill him right then and their. Bully turned murderer. Who knew?

I turned away as the tears started to form.

The other police man walked over to Henry and punched him in the face as he continued to curse at him. The police held him to the ground.

"Henry Bowers, I am place you under arrest for the murder of Oscar Bowers. Do you understand, dipshit?! You have the right to an eternity."

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I spent the night at Stanleys. His parents were very understanding about the whole situation and welcomed me into their home. They said I could stay as long as I wanted.

-

The next day, the losers decided to meet up.

When we arrived at the field by the river, we all sat in a circle.

We chatted about what happened with Henry and the fact that he should have been dead after the fell he took at the well house.

After a while, Bill spoke up.

"Y/n, w-what happened w-when you were f-floating?" He asked.

"Uh, I can only remember parts" I lied. I could remember everything. How could I forget? "I thought I was dead at first, I saw all of us, in the future."

"You sure it was us?" Stan asked.

I flashed him a smile before moving a piece of hair out of his face. "I'm sure" I said. "We were older, around or parents' ages."

"Was I hot?" Richie asked.

I laughed. "You grow into your looks. We all do"

Bill shook his head, ignoring Richies comment. He picked up a piece of glass and stood up.

"Swear it."

"What?" I asked.

"S-swear, if It isn't dead, if It ever comes back, we'll came back too."

I nodded and stood up. Everyone followed my lead.

Bill started off by cutting his own hand first. One by one, he moved around the circle.

I only slightly flinched when he cut me. It wasn't nearly as bad as when my entire arm was scratched up.

When he was finished with everyone, we all joined hands. I held onto Stanley and Beverly.

The moment was nice. It felt right.

I then thought back to Stanley's last words from my vision. 'I swear, Bill'. Was this what he was referring to? This oath?

I quickly was snapped back to reality when Stan spoke up.

"I gotta go" Stanley said. "I hate you" he said to Bill.

We all soon laughed at him comment.

"I'll see you guys later" I said as I took Stans hand and we left.

"Bye guys" they all said to us.

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Stan and I got ready for bed. The past summer was hell for us, but in the end it was worth it. I haven't slept well since the vision of Stanley. Any time I would pass a bathroom, see a knife, or even look at Stan, I was reminded of his death. I still didn't know if it were true or not, if the vision was real, I prayed to god that it wasn't though.

Stan went to go grab some water and I went into the bathroom to wash up.

I continuously splashed water in my face to drown out the memories I wanted to forget. It was no use though. I cried as the picture of Stans smile as he bled out replayed in my mind. I started to hyperventilate and sniffle extensively.

Stanley soon ran into the room.

"What's wrong?" He asked as he frantically cupped my face.

I didn't want to tell him I saw his death, so I just wrapped my arms around him.

"Y/n?" He asked.

"Promise me something" I asked as I pulled away and wiped away my tears.

"Anything"

My breath was almost too shaky to answer. "Promise me you'll never hurt yourself, ever"

"Where is this coming from?"

"Promise me!" I begged.

"Okay, I promise"

I sighed and hugged him once again.

"'In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how much ardently i admire and love you" Stanley said as he lifted up my chin, quoting Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice.

I smiled and laughed, "Okay, Mr. Darcy, you win" I said before connecting our lips.

The end.