Love Bites from Hell (IT Fanfic)

The Big Top Dream

The blaring police sirens and bright yellow tape surrounding aunt Roselyn's home was quite the spectacle; most of her neighbors stepping outside to see what had happened. I had never told her about the abuse I suffered from such a young age, and I didn't plan to. It wasn't until officer Bowers grabbed my shoulder did I truly pay attention.
"We need to speak with you." He frowned, his fingers squeezing a little too hard for comfort. I grunted in agreement and followed him towards the police car as time seemed to move in slow motion; I could barely breathe.

    Officer Bowers let me sit on the stoop near his squad car, allowing me to catch my breath; I hadn't realized I stopped breathing to begin with. He started asking who the man was.
"My uncle Raymond."
"What happened?"
"He... threw me on the bed. He started yelling and went to hit me. Then....." I trailed off, looking down.
"Then?" Officer Bowers tried to continue before my eyes snapped up to meet his; "Then he was ripped in half by something. I didn't see what it was, and I don't have the strength to leave a bruise, much less rip someone in two!"

    The officer was taken aback by my outburst, I was on the verge of tears as I thought he was going to throw me in prison for a murder I didn't commit. "Calm down Boswell," he spoke, "What did he do to you?"
"He... sexually abused me when I lived here..." I bit my lip, curling into myself as Bowers scowled. "That disgusting--" he was cut off by his radio going off, signaling they hadn't found anything to link to my uncles murder. I looked up at my bully's father, feeling smaller than ever as he helped me up. "I recommend staying with somebody for a while." The officer told Roselyn, "just for precautionary measures."

    "Where will we go?" Roselyn asked quietly, "There's no vacant spots in Derry!"
I paused, "well... I did see this older house down the street."
The officer looked at me skeptically, I smiled sheepishly. Aunt Roselyn smiled a bit as she spoke, "Oh, the little blue one on the corner? I suppose we could stay there for a while."
The officer forced a smile, "Ah that one, near the old well house. I would recommend steering clear of the old place, it's a death trap."

    Aunt Roselyn chuckled and shook her head, "There's no telling what this rascal will do." She ruffled my hair as I groaned, brushing my locks back to the way they were. The officer shook his head, "Well just stay safe."
We quickly gathered the things we wanted to take, only grabbing the three bags I brought with me the first day. It was already nearing eight thirty, so we drove down to the little house as quickly as we could.

    As we settled in, I picked the room with the most windows; it had three in total. The queen sized bed settled underneath the far window, the headboard made of an old oak. The walls were painted an off white, the hardwood floor creaking slightly beneath my weight. I hummed softly as I hung my clothes in the closet, placing the old bags in the top. I slowly pulled the chain to turn the lights off in the closet, closing the door quietly as not to wake up Monika who was sleeping in the next room.

    I turned my attention to the exposed mattress, spreading the clean bedsheets over the corners. As I approached the last corner, something shifted in the mattress causing me to drop the sheet. "What the hell....?" I gently pressed down on the material, watching as it just formed back to the way it was. I shrugged it off and finished the bed, placing the pillows down at the top. I felt a bit odd not having curtains on the windows but I didn't have the time nor the motivation to put them up tonight.

    I slowly pulled off my shirt, sliding down my jeans and kicking off my socks before undoing the clasps of my pink bra. I pulled on a large shirt and turned on the lamp that sat on the nightstand before I turned off the lights. I slowly walked over to the bed, pulling back the covers as I laid down, settling my head on the plush pillow. I slowly let sleep overcome me, my eyes falling shut while my ears pricked to the sounds of crickets and other insects.

    "Hey Kiddo." The voice rang throughout the carnival, the big top brightly lit by strings of lights. The old music box melodies playing through the tents made me smile; the smell of popcorn and cotton candy wafting through the air. Suddenly, a rancid and vile odor filled the air and around the carnivals entirety. I felt the contents of my stomach churn and flop causing me to double over and wretch until my stomach felt empty.

    The voice rang through the air again, "It isn't polite to spoil someone else day."
I looked up to meet the familiar golden eyes from the library, the tall and lanky figure towering over me by a good foot. Its fiery red hair contrasted with the white clown makeup it wore, yet matching the red paint it used for its lips. I stepped back slightly so I wasn't craning my neck to stare into those enchanting eyes. "Who... who are you?" I asked, turning my head to the side slightly as to get a look at the once bright big top, now dark and dismal with the lights blowing out one by one.

    The creature smiled evilly, "Why, I'm Pennywise the Dancing Clown!"
It took a slight bow, flipping its wrist in a flourish that made me giggle. I wasn't afraid, and it was rather exciting. It glared down at me before grabbing me by the throat, lifting me to its level before opening its mouth. I stared into the lights that danced around in its throat, stuck in some side of trance. The lights engulfed me as I closed my eyes.

    The sun blinded me as I turned on my side, my hand flying up to shield my eyes from the bright lights. I frowned and sat up, my hair tangled around my face and ears, sticking out wildly in random directions. I yawned as I stretched my arms out, squeezing my eyes shut as to momentarily cure my blindness. I turned and cracked my back, a loud series of pops and snaps resonating through the nearly empty room. A quiet knocking sounded from the door as aunt Roselyn peeked her head in; she looked like hell.

    "Ramona, sweetie, are you awake?"
I snorted sarcastically and rolled my eyes, "No, I'm sitting up straight and talking to you in my sleep. Yes I'm awake."
Aunt Roselyn laughed heartily, "Good to see you're in a good mood darling, but you better that moving; you're friends are here."
I gasped and hopped out of bed, pulling on an old white shirt, pale blue jeans and threw on my sneakers before rushing to the bathroom. I ran my hands through my hair, trying to smooth it out as best as possibly, even though it was a futile attempt.

    I brushed my teeth and fixed my bandana before I slid down the stair railing only to collide with Richie at the bottom. "Ow, what the fuck Ramona!" He wheezed out, pushing me off as I laughed hysterically. I wiped a tear from my eyes before my eyes widened in shock as my bandana fell from my head; I guess I didn't tie it as securely as I thought. The group silently stared at the scar as I picked up the cloth before Beverly spoke softly. "Ramona, what happened?"
"It uh... it was an accident. A car accident."