The Nightmare leading to Summer of 1989(Patrick Hockstetter x reader )

Wake up

You wake up to a light on your face, you open your eyes jolting up to see you are in Bills room, your heart racing feeling like you just ran a marathon. The dryness of your mouth was all the way to the back of your throat, out of breath, you wipe your face as you feel tears and seat on your face. Getting up
Off the bed you look around trying to find the glass of water from last night, as your heartbeat races as if we're going to explode out of your chest. Trying to calm down you exhale, "What in the heck was that?", you spoke to yourself you looked at the clock it read 12:53pm. Realizing you slept in and at Bills house you sit down on his bed again.

Thank goodness....
It was a dream...
Well nightmare...

Recollecting your dream your face flushed with embarrassment and shame but most of all fear, you didn't believe the tales that they would say about the evil clown who stalked Derry. You  start to feeling a slick wet feeling between your legs you rush over to Bills bathroom. To clean yourself realizing that it was your body reacting to the dream, shame and shyness overwhelmed you.

How could I possibly find that exciting? That was awful... am I a slut? I shouldn't be behaving like this. Mom and dad would kill me... if my friends knew they would hate me...

Letting out a sigh as you clean yourself feeling the soreness from all that happened at the so called party.

If I tell Ann and Tyler surely Victor would get in some sort of trouble... He is not all bad I don't want him to be blamed... thinking about it he kinda backed me up a bit when I first got here... and then warned me about the party.... Perhaps it was my fault to begin with...I should have stayed home or gone straight home earlier... Instead of chasing Bill around.... Bill just left me here....

You felt a mixture of guilt, doubt and disappointment thinking of the fact you just got left there...

But maybe he went to go get everyone else....

You walked to the window and you saw Bill walking
alongside Beverly Marsh holding her hand smiling at whatever they were talking about, While Ritchie, Eddie and Stanley rode their bikes. Your heart dropped and you started to get angry and sad...

Yeah of course he would be with Beverly....

They all seemed to be doing fine without you, as they laughed and talked they held hands, this made your gut feel uncomfortable. You quickly gathered your things and changed into your own clothes. You looked at yourself in the mirror tears threatening to fall, frowning you wipe your eyes and see the slight bruising on your jaw and neck. Remembering what happened..

Get it together Valarie look at you. Look at what happened happened and there is no going back.. They will find out eventually... so why not do yourself a favor and forget about him move on... it's for the best when he finds out about what happened you won't be his first choice while he has someone like her...

You get your shoes and fix your hair. Folding his clothes he let you borrow you set them down on the bed and proceed to go to the door as you open it the house is quiet as if no one is home. You make your way downstairs and out the back door starting to make your way home.

BILL'S POV:
The blood was splattered everywhere in Beverly's room. "W-w-we can't just leave it l-like this...", I say as I look at all the blood, being all over the place, walls, ceiling, floors, toilet, bathtub and even the windows. We had to hurry and clean before Beverly's father got home. Thankfully Valarie wasn't here to see this. This was unimaginably bad...

Stress was the last thing she needs..

As I think to myself I notice we are done  the boys taking out the garbage bags Beverly stands next to me.
"You know it's not true what they say about me.... I.. I've only ever been kissed by one guy...", she said as she looks over at me. "N-none of us believe the rumors.." I reassured her.
"January Ambers..." she said blushing as she spoke softly giving me a smile. I questionably look at her, "W-what's that?", I ask.
Her face turns into embarrassed, "The poem.."
I laugh shyly, "I a-am not good a-at poetry.."
She quickly looks out the window whispering, "oh never mind...."
Making our way downstairs to our bikes Ritchie stood there on his Bike, "Took you guys long enough! I've been here for hours! Everyone leave Ritchie alone while we clean up imaginary blood over here in a girls house." Eddie looked at him, "She didn't imagine it..." Everybody looks at Eddie as he stops, "I saw it too at Neibolt street.... I saw a Lepper he looked really sick.."