(bill Skarsgard) Eric Draven is a young man living with his father while struggling to get sober from a past drug addiction. In that process he meets his neighbor (Jenna Ortega) Pamela Johnston a young woman who's a waitress at the nearby bar. The t...
Erik's POV "Son why are you just sitting there? Get up!" My dad says as I just lied in bed feeling like complete shit. I think it was the pills. Before I went to bed last night, I swallowed down at least five pills. It was pretty disgusting but I had to have something.
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"Dad I'm not feeling well. Can I stay here? I don't think I have the energy- "No Erik, get up now " he then leaves my bedroom and goes to the kitchen. God how am I supposed to go school in this condition? I feel pretty nauseous. Slowly I climb out of bed in my pajama pants, still shirtless as I go into the kitchen where Dad is sipping some coffee. He sees me slowly walking in and rolls his eyes. "Get dressed, Erik. We leave in ten" I still slowly approach him feeling like I was gonna vomit. "Dad, I can't " he sets his mug down on the counter and comes to feel my forehead. "My God you're buring up! What happened? " he asks sounding concerned. "We should get you to the hospital. " I grab his hand and shake my head. "Please don't be mad" he already knew what that meant. "Why Erik?" I don't respond so he hits me on the side of my face, making me look to the left. The burn runs throughout right cheek and some slight pain. "Answer me, son" I couldn't speak, I froze up and quicky run to the sink beside us in the kitchen. I vomited up my lungs As dad once again tapes my back. "Son look at you" he says as I turn the water on and rinse my mouth. "Erik, you need to eat more. I can see your spine." Once the sink is clean, I turn the water off and grab the towel lying on the counter. I bury my face into it before turning around to face my father. "Dad it's been so hard without mom and I can't seem to find anything that helps." He shakes his head. "Please don't mention your mother. This is about you Erik, not her. Now back to the discussion. Do you need to go to rehab? " I shake my head. "No dad, I'm just sick " he looks at the floor below him then back at me. "Fine. You can skip school today, but we need to leave now. Get a shirt on and let's go. " I nod as he walks off to go to his bedroom. While he's doing whatever it is he does, I go to put on a white long sleeved shirt and a grey hoodie before dad comes back into sight. "Alright let's go" he says letting me go down the stairs first. "Pajamas? " he says as I look over my shoulder. "I didn't have time to change them" he shrugs as I open the front door and step outside. It was still dark outside due to the early morning of 5:15 A.M.
I walk over to Dad's car and climb inside. It was really cold this morning and I was shivering. Dad noticed and hands me a blanket he grabbed from behind my seat. "It was yours when you were a baby. I never took it out of the car because she loved it so much... just like she did you." I smile slightly before wrapping the blanket over my shoulders and we leave the house...
"I won't be too long, just sit here" dad says as he climbs out of the car and walks into his office building. This place was huge and dark, but he loved what he did so that's all that matters.
I adjust the radio station to a Post Malone song and just sit there following the tunes. As the song plays I see another call pull up. I look over and see two Brunette women getting out. "I'll meet you inside, if you can grab my purse please " the older of the two women says as the other girl nods and goes to the back of the car. I watch as the one woman steps into the same building as my father and the other lady shuts the trunk. As she comes around the corner, I see her face. Palmela?
