Fear WILL Find You // IT // Bill Skarsgard

Chapter 19

Lyles POV.

I sat in the changing room as I checked my phone. A weeks worth of texts and phone calls still remained unopened. I noticed there were no new phone calls or texts, not since Wednesday. We were now on Friday. I walked back into the main room of the parlour as I noticed Odette cleaning her chair, Ivy and Denis walking in with James as they all smiled. Denis and Ivy had a tight hold on James' hands as they walked over to Odette, not noticing me yet. "Lunch?"

We walked down the street and to the mall before walking into the usual café. We scanned the menu several times as we sat at the table. I sat next to James and Denis as Odette and Ivy sat together. "What are you having, Kiddo?" I asked as I wrapped an arm around him. "Chicken nugget meal" he said sweetly before turning to me with a cheeky smile. I could help but feel tears sting my eyes every time I looked at the large scar on his head. He could have died because of Leons stupidity.

After ordering we all sat at the table and talked about stupid and trivial stuff. At every single loud noise you could see either Denis, Ivy, or James jump. They hated it and I can't blame them. I looked out of the glass walls as I noticed the area where Leon had been standing the last time. I felt my stomach turn and my heart tear a little more before I was taken out of the sad thoughts with a clatter. My plate was placed in front of me as I thanked them. Denis moaned "I am starving" before taking a bite out of his food as I was hit with a sudden realisation.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" James yelled as I ran out of the café. I needed to get out of there. I needed to go and check something, and quick. I ran home and straight into the apartment and to my room, not even closing the apartment door. I grabbed the key from my drawer before running into my study as I grabbed my diary. I flicked through the mounds of pages before throwing the book on the floor and grabbing another. I stopped at a page which was highlighted in orange as I scanned at the numbers and dates. Leon should have fed again by now, but there had been no killings...

"SHIT!" I cursed to myself before throwing the book down on the desk and running back out, sliding on the floor before stepping outside. I frantically locked the door before heading down the long staircase. I ran down the forest path as quickly as possible, taking as many shortcuts as I could before I finally reached the house. I didn't even check to see if anyone was there before I ran in the door as it banged loudly. I scanned the entrance of the house quickly as I noticed it seemed even more abandoned than before. What if he had died? I would never know.

I closed the door before glancing in each room of the bottom floor. Nothing. I felt myself panic as my legs began to tremble. If he had died with his last memory of me being that I was mad at him then I would never forgive myself. NEVER. I bolted up the stairs before slamming each room door open. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I felt my bottom lip tremble as I walked into one of the rooms and felt an anger within take over. I grabbed one of the old ripped and moth eaten curtains and tore it off the wall as tears ran down my face.

"Lyle?" was croaked no louder than a whisper as I turned around to see Leon lying on one of the ripped up mattresses behind the door. I ran over as I fell in front of him and gripped onto his arms before looking him up and down. He did not look like his charming self. He was clearly weak. His eyes were surrounded in darkness, his face gaunt as he had lost a dramatic amount of his essential vitamins from not feeding on fear. His voice was almost gone and it looked like he hadn't moved in days.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" I screamed at him with clenched teeth before my hands held his shoulders tightly as I shook him slightly. "I thought this would be what you wanted." he spoke slightly better as he had began to use his voice once again. "No of course it isn't" I partly growled and partly cried as tears fell down my face. I was looking at a shell of the man who I had fallen in love with and it hurt. It hurt so so bad. And the fact that he had done this to himself because he thought I wanted him to die... Well, that made it sting one thousand times more.