IT 2017 | Bill Denbrough

chapter eight

I sprint though my neighborhood and run up to Bills house, not wasting a second before I start pounding on the door.

"Bill!" I keep banging on the door. "Bill open the door!"

Bill opens the door with a worried expression on his face. "Lydia? W-What's wrong?"

"It Bill." I'm out of breath from running all the way there. "It got Bev."

"What?"

"It got Bev!" I repeated. "We need to go!" Without a second though I grab onto his hand and head for the arcade. Where I assumed Richie would be.

"Richie!" Me and Bill run into the arcade and head straight for Richie.

"What do you want?" Richie doesn't even look over.

"See that gut I'm hitting? I'm pretending it's you."

"I-I-It got Beverly" Bill says.

"What?"

"It got Beverly, Rich!" I yell.

Richie slowly turns around to face us, raising his eyebrows when he notices how bad the bruise was from when he hit me. He gave me an apologetic look before speaking up.

"Lets call Eddie"

I smile at Richie mentioning the petite boys name. The love he has for him is adorable. Me, and Bill go over to the nearest phone and wait while Richie calls Eddie.

"How's y-your f-f-face?"

Bill walks up to me and sits down. This is probably a good time to apologize to him. I give him a small smile and just shrug. He smiles back at me before sighing.

"Bill?"

"Yeah?"

"I just wanted to let you know, I'm sorry" I start.

"You d-don't have t-to-" I cut him off.

"Let me finish. I shouldn't have said that to you. You shouldn't have to move on, I mean-" I sigh. "He was your fucking brother. and I-"

I was cut off by Bill placing his hand on my thigh, sending butterflies to my stomach. "You w-were right."

I give him a small, apologetic smile before my attention was turned back to Richie.

"Alright, he said he'll meet us, along with the others. Lets go."

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All of us losers meet up at the front of the rotting house, where it lives. We all just look at each other, giving one another a small nod-which was communication enough- and headed for the house. Just before we reached the door Bill spoke up.

"Guys, spikes" Bill starts grabbing the medal spikes off the rotting, metal fence that surrounded the house, and put them in his bag. Which I was assuming was for protection.

I look over at Eddie who was holding his fanny pack in his hand. He then threw it as far as he could- which wasn't that far- across the yard of the house. I raise my eyebrows at him. I've never seen him without his fanny pack on, I was proud of him.

Richie went over to an empty glass of beer, shattering it against the wooden rail of the stairs that lead up to the house. We all just kind of look at him. He turns around to face us before tossing the top half of the broken bottle into the ground, saying nothing. We then set our way towards the house.

Bill opens the door slowly, the old hinges creaking at the doors sudden movements.

"Stan?"

I heard Ben's voice and immediately turn around. I notice Stan not moving, saying outside the house. Frozen.