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xxiii. the fake

Chapter 23
The Fake

I pulled the pocket knife out of my pocket and began to vigorously slash her tires.
I had to admit, it kinda made me feel better.

Except for when she noticed.

"HEY?! WHAT THE HECK?!"

I smirked to myself and put the knife back into my pocket.

"I think I should be asking you the same question."

"W-what?"

"You know what you did to Richie."

I rolled up my sleeves.

"And now its pay back."

"What do you mean?"

My fist raised, but was stopped by Richie's yell.

I turned around harshly.

"STOP! SARAH! IT WASNT HER! I CANT GO ON WITH THIS!"

I rested my fists and raised an eyebrow.

"Wait... let me get this straight... she didn't hurt you?"

By now, he was close.

"No... she didn't."

"Then-"

"We thought... it woul hel-p-p. With your re-r-rela-sh-tionship."

Bill meekly said as Richie wiped the fake blood off his face.

I looked at Eddie.

He looked at the floor.

Stan couldn't have been a part of this.

Right?

Stan rounded the corner at confusedly began to ask, but was silenced by Eddie.

"We're sorry. We didn't think you'd actually go through with it."

"Well what was I gonna do Einstens?!"

I scoffed and pushed my way through them.

"You know, you guys are making it really hard to forgive you."

I turned around and began to walk away.

The audacity!

I got back to my house and locked the door.

No more.

I got up to my bed without shedding a single tear.

But once I closed the door that changed.

Thank god it was Friday.

I fell asleep and woke up the next morning.

I began to gather a decent outfit, different from  mine, when I heard a bang on the door.

I was hesitant.

I got downstairs and looked through it to see a sweaty and scared Bill.

I opened it partially.

"What do you want?"

"OPEN T-TH-T-THE GD DOOR!"

I looked closer and saw Eddie in his arms.

But this time... it seemed too real.

I opened the door.

"Listen, I-I know this looks w-w-weird, but it's f-for real this t-time."

I took a deep breath.

"If you're messing with me Bill I swear to God."

I went to the kitchen cupboard and grabbed the First Aid Kit.

I brushed away Eddies hair.

His eyes were shut tight, his throat had bruises on it.

I pulled up his shirt to see even darker and ghastlier ones on his scrawny stomach.

I noticed a huge cut on his cheek and gasped, dropping the bag.

"HOLY-"
Bills hand quickly covered my mouth as there was banging at the door once again.

We looked at each other.

I was scared.

I grabbed his hand.

He put a finger over his lips and tiptoed to the door, to see who it was.

"AAAAAH!"
Eddie screeched, causing me to fall onto the floor.

He had just woken up.

I covered his mouth this time and grabbed his hand.

Bill shook his head and looked through.

His eyes went wide. As he motioned us to stay back.

The banging got louder and louder until it felt like the door was gonna burst.

I slowly moved backwards, until I remember the back door.

I grabbed Eddie's hand and motioned Bill to follow as I sprinted out the back. The door closed softly behind us as I sighed of relief.

"Wait... they might come around."
Bill whispered to us.

I nodded and looked around the corner, to be met face to face with Henry Bowers.