Life Sucks Sometimes| Beverly Marsh

O N E|Dad

In a small town, rumors can spread quickly, and Beverly just happened to be a corporate of a few of the rumors. Of course, not a single one of them was true but it still made her life a living hell.

Now, biking back to her house covered in dirt, blood and dripping wet, she DEFINITELY got more stars then usual. Whispers, Mothers turning their children away from her and the boys, it was all just such bullshit, looking and pointing at a girl who hasn't done jack shit, and basing her entire life on something they Heard from someone in the small town. But soon she had to face something far worse then the whispers,pointing and stars.

Her father.

Beverly, waved a goodbye to the boys as she turned down her street to her apartment complex. No one was at the back stairs, not even was Shelly, her neighbors 7 year old daughter was sitting outside, looking into the sunset like usual. No one, yet her fathers red truck was Parked messily in the front of the complex, all alone. Beverly slowly slid the key around her neck into the keyhole, turning it, and clicking the door open, too be met by an eerily quiet and calm atmosphere, the tv was off, the stench of alcohol was not eating her up and their was no yelling, no hitting and no one...touching her. A smile made its way to her face, she wasn't quite sure why she was smiling, but the whole situation seemed to make her...happy?

Beverly quickly walked to her bathroom to clean of the grime and check if she had cuts, but when she opened the flimsy wooden door with loose screws screeching, she was met with Someone she hadn't forgotten about, but surely had forgot what she had done. With all the stress and emotions the day had throw at her she had forgotten her Father, passed out on the ground in a pool of blood..with porcelain sticking out of his head. "Shit...SHIT!" She yelled, running to her land line in her kitchen, desperately dialing the three digit number and everyone knew by heart 9.1.1. "Hello, this is 911 what is your emergency?" The receptionist said scripted words in a deep feminine voice "OH! um m-my.... Um Dad he erm he's not ok.." "hemm... ok can you tell me his current state?" She said, trying to get more information out of the girl "well, um I came home and he wasn't there...and erm when I went into my bathroom he was on the floor..." she lied "in a pool of blood" she could hear a gag from the receptionist side of the phone "o-ok um Hon?" "Yes?" "Do you know if you are safe?" "I'm all alone" she said more upset then she intended to sound."ok, I want you to get out as soon as possible, cops have been dispatched to your current location. Alright?" She said in a much softer tone now. "Ok.." she said putting the land line down, and slowly turning back towards her bathroom. She peaked inside and saw that her dad was still passed out, she thinks...,

I can't stay here. If he wakes up I'm done for... she thought, as she walked across the hall to her bedroom. She grabbed three sweaters, a dark blue dress, a comb, and 4 pairs of shorts. She then walked her way to the bathroom, and stepping over her father she grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste as she remembered something Richie had said while they were biking home,

"If anyone needs it, my parents are out of town soo~ anyone can come by, if needed."

Beverly shoved all of her stuff into her school backpack, and ran out of the unlocked back door, as she slung her bag on her shoulder,She Heard police sirens in the distance and ran to her bike peddling fast, through the woods so the cops wouldn't see her. The wind blew back her hair and tears as she flew down Richie's street,and turned up his driveway seeing Eddie's bike thrown on the gravel driveway. Beverly and Stan are the only ones that Richie really trusted enough to tell them about his Enormous crush on the small boy, Eddie.

Bev ran to the dark green door and lightly knocked, no answer. She then knocked a little bit harder on the door, and when she was about to knock again the door swong open to Richie with a finger over his lips, nodding his head to the sleeping boy on the couch behind him covered by a large blanket,and his head carefully placed on a pillow. Beverly's eyes widened as a smirk played its way to the corners of her mouth. She then was lightly punched in the shoulder by the dark haired boy, but was quickly let inside.

"Can I use your shower? I brought my stuff, because, well my place isn't the fortress of solitude." She said with air quotes. "Sure, ma lady, you may use my rain chamber." Richie said swooping his hands towards the stairs. "Thank ya sir" she said bowing, and turning to the stairs.

She got to the bathroom door and locked it as she went inside. She sighed and placed her bag on the floor, and sat down on the toilet lid, then slid her hands to cover her face as tears slowly dropped to the floor. Ok...shower she grabbed her bag and pulled out a light purple sweater with the words 'the view' on it and a pare of light blue shorts, as she shimmed out of her dress, looking down at her body, she was fairly skinny, pale and had freckles all spread across her arms and legs. She then slipped of her bra and underwear as she stepped into the shower, turning the knob as hot as it could get drowning all of her thoughts out of her head, running her hands through her short red hair, darkened by the water. Instead of grabbing the bar soap, she grabbed the 'mens shampoo' because god knows what Richie has done with the bar soap, whatever it was Beverly really didn't want too think about it. She then made sure that no dirt was still on her when she noticed a small gash in her shin. Now looking at it all of the pain was rushing up her body, causing her to grunt in pain. She quickly turned the knob off and pulled on her sweater and shorts, not bothering to put her belt on. She ran down the stairs, her leg hurting more every step she took.