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Chapter Three

Unspoken Secrets
Chapter Three

Right when the last bell rang, Stanley practically ran out of class and into the hallway. He wanted to get home as soon as possible.

Thankfully, he pushed open the door and was the first person out. He rushed away from everyone and begin walking his path home.

Stanley hummed quietly to himself as he crossed through an alley way. He always hated them, because there were stray cats and mice hiding in the dumpsters, and it really gave him the creeps. but he walked it every day.

Stanley was about to turn the curb when tight arms gripped his shoulders, he turned around and Henry Bowers, the cruelest and most demoniac person to ever exist, stood right in front of him, his breath resting on Stanley's face.

"Hi there fag.." he slurred, his words vicious and spine tingling.

Belch held Stanley's shoulders tightly, causing Stanley to start breathing heavier.

Stanley had a very unhealthy anxiety disorder, causing his throat to dry up if he was in trouble or too nervous. Tears begin rising in his eyes, but he told himself to stop. Stop acting like a baby. Stanley Uris was not a baby.

"I heard your little conversation in the bathroom with Richie," Henry whispered with a chuckle, his eyes beady. "I remember every single fucking word... You're a little fag, aren't you Stanley?"

Stanley tried backing away, or at least loosening the grip from his shoulders, but Belch then took Stanley and slammed him against the brick wall of the alley way.

Stanley's head hit the wall, and for a moment he heard no sound except the ringing in his ears. Don't be weak, Stanley thought, don't show them you're weak. Then life came back to Stanley, and he could hear again.

Why didn't i just let him copy my homework yesterday? Stanley thought with tears building up in his eyes, Then I could be at home not having to worry about Henry..

Henry pressed his hands against Stanley's shoulders, pinning him to the wall. "I want you to think about every word you've ever said.." he said, reaching for the knife in his pocket. "and every thing you've ever done.. because soon, none of that shit will matter. I don't want any fags in my town." Then Henry's brows furrowed. "Fuck... you're Jewish, aren't you? What's your lil' mommy gonna think of that? I might as well tell her myself. Maybe killing you will do her a favor."

This brought tears to Stanley's cheeks as his breaths were unsteady. His vision went blurry and his arm sent off a burning pain through his body. Stanley screamed uneasily, a weak, child-like scream.

With his vision blurry and his hearing going in and out, he knew he was a goner. That is until his eyes opened wide, the grip from his shoulders loosening. He watched as Henry Bowers fell to the ground, and for a split second, he thought had seen Bill. But everything was black as he tumbled to the ground.

Stanley's eyes opened uneasily as his head throbbed. He looked over to his right, and then his left. This was not stanley's room. It was Bill's. A wave of shock rushed through him as he found himself in Bill's bed. He looked in front of him, Richie was there, staring off into space. He didn't see Bill, but Eddie was sitting beside Stanley holding Stanley's arm. They met eyes.