IT Chapter One x Reader

The Start of Summer

trigger warning: homophobic slurs, abuse

RIIIING

Every gets up out of their chairs, quickly leaving the classroom. I find my friends, walking beside them as we go into the hall.

"Theres this church full of Jews, right? and Stan has to take this super Jewy test" Eddie says. "But, how does it work?" Bill questions.

"They slice the tip of his dick off" He shrugs. "But then Stan will have nothing left!" Richie commented, making everyone laugh.

"Thats true" Eddie agrees. "Wait up, Hey guys!" Stan runs to catches up with us. "Hey, Stan what happens at the Bar Mitzvah anyway? Ed says they slice the tip of y-your dick off" Bill wonders.

"Yeah, and I think the rabbi's gonna pull down your pants, turn to the crowd and say, 'Wheres the beef?'" Richie retorts, making me snort.

"At the Bar Mitzvah, I read from a Torah, and I suddenly become a man" Stan explains. Richie smirks, "I could think of funner ways to become a man".

"You mean, 'more fun'?" I correct, making him roll his eyes. "Oh shit" He starts, looking at Henry Bowers and his group of friends.

"Think they'll sign my yearbook?" Richie asks. "Dear Richie, sorry for taking a hot, steaming dump in your backpack last March. Have a good summer".

We walk out of the school, dumping our school supplies into the trash. "Best feeling ever" Stanley comments, making me smile at him.

"Yeah? Try tickling your pickle for the first time" Richie sasses.  "For gods sake Richie" I breath out.

 He looks at me innocently, "What?". "What do you guys wanna do tomorrow?" Eddie asks.

"I start my training" Richie simply states. "Training for what?" I question, "Street Fighter" he fixes his glasses.

"Is that how you wanna spend your summer? Inside an arcade?" Eddie questions, raising his eyebrows.

"Beats spending it inside your mother. Oh!" He raises his hand toward me for a high five, I laugh, accepting it.

"What if we go to the quarry?" Stanley wonders. "Guys, we have the B-Barrens" Bill stutters. 

"Right" I nod. "Betty Ripsoms mom" Eddie says suddenly. We all turn our heads to look at the women standing outside of the school.

"Is she really expecting her to see her come out of that school?" I ask, turning back around. Eddie shrugs, "I don't know. As if Betty Ripsoms been hiding in Home EC. for the last few weeks".

"You think they'll find her?" Stanley turns back around as well. "Sure. In a ditch. All decomposed, covered in worms and maggots" I say.

"And smelling like Eddies moms underwear" Richie adds to annoy Eddie. "Shut up, thats fucking disgusting" Eddie grimaces. Bill turns to him, "She's not dead, she's m-m-missing".

"Sorry Bill, shes missing" Richies apologizes, me nodding my head in agreement. "You know, the Barrens aren't that bad. Who doesn't like splashing around in shitty water?".

I hear both Richie and Stanley grunt, turning around, I see both of them on the floor, Patrick kneeling down beside Stan.

He has his Kippah in his hand, "Nice Frisbee, flamer". "Hey!" I scream at them before they can do anything with it, but he throws it on the bus.

"Fucking losers" he mutters. I help Stanley and Richie off the floor, and I walk over to the rest. "You s-suck Bowers!" Bill raises his voice.

"Shut up Bill" Eddie scolds quietly. Henry stops in his tracks, and turns around slowly, "You say s-s-s-something? B-B-Billy?".

"You got a free ride this year 'cause of your little brother. Rides over, Denbrough. This summers gonna be a hurt train, for you and you faggot friends".

My breath hitches in my throat at that word. Faggot. I wince, looking back up as Henry licks his hand, and rubs it on Bills face.

We watch as they get into their car, starting up the engine. "Wish he'd go missing" Richie grumbled.

"Hes probably the one doing it" Eddie suggests. "Well, I should go home. Don't want my uncle to be mad at me" I say, walking off to the bike rack.

"What about the arcade?" Richie asks. "Sorry, Rich. I can't today" I say, getting on my bike. I notice the worried look everyone gives to each other. They know about my home life, about how my uncle is.

They don't know that I like girls though. My parents disowned me when they caught me kissing a girl.

They kicked me out with nothing to live off of. No clothes, no money, nothing. I started living with my uncle, whos abusive, and an alcoholic.

I start riding my bike to the trailer, where we live at. Its just me and him. I make it home, and I park my bike.

I go inside quietly, hoping to get to my room before he sees me. "Y/n" A deep voice called. I close my eyes, turning around.

"Yes?" I ask. "Your late" He reminds, pointing to the clock on the wall. I sigh, "Only by ten minutes"

"Your still late!" He walks closer to me, "If your late again, your getting kicked out, you understand me?"

"Gladly!" I yell, walking to my room. "Hey! HEY! Don't you walk away from me!" He pounds on my door as I barricade it with my dresser.

I go to my closet, sitting down in the corner while covering my ears, tears starting to roll down my cheeks.

I sit in the closet til its dark, scared to move. I quietly open the door, looking out to see nothing, no sound expect the TV blaring in the living room. 

I get up, walking to my bed, and laying down. I cover up with the thin blanket on the mattress, closing my eyes.

"Y/n?" I hear a familiar voice say. I quickly sit up, seeing my parents in front of my bed. "Mom, dad?".

"Don't call us that. Your a queer!" My dad seeths. "Stop.." I whimper, curling in on myself. "Fag!" My mom yells.

"Lesbo"

"Queer"

"Fag"

"FAG"

"FAG"

A maniacal laughter starts coming from them as they start to melt into each other. "What the..?" I ask myself.

A clown stands up from the floor, looking at me with an evil grin. "Your not good enough for your parents Y/n. You think you'll be good enough for Bevvy?".

"STOP IT!" I scream, the clown then backs into my closet, shutting it. The pounding on my door continues, "HEY! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!".

I wince at the loud noise as I take my backpack, putting clean clothes inside of it. I open my window, climbing out, making sure to close it.

I get on my bike, quickly riding out of the trailer park. I ride until i'm at Richies house, and I quickly park my bike, then I go up to the front door.

I knock on the door, waiting for an answer. Soon enough, the door opens, Richie standing there, hair disheveled.

"What the hell are you doing here? Its like two in the morning" He states, pulling me in by the arm.

I burst out in tears as soon as we get to his room. "Is it your uncle again?" He asks sitting beside me.

I nod, "Yeah". I didn't want to tell him about the clown, worried that he'll think i'm crazy.

"Uhm, i'm tired, so, I'm gonna sleep now" I say, going over to the messed up beanbag in the corner of his room.

He gets a blanket from the pile stacked on his bed, and throws it to me. I curl up on it, closing my eyes, hoping to fall into a soon, peaceful sleep.

..