Mrs Trashmouth // Richie Tozier

Five

I peel open my eyes, in Stanley's arms. I readjust myself. I must've fallen asleep. Stan glances over and starts freaking out.

"Oh shit!" He yells. I hold my ears. "Sorry, Jackie."

"I-it's okay, Stanley." I smile. "What-wait- what happened? Where- what?"

"W-we were in Bill's garage- we were watching some presentation he made. It started to flicker to pictures of the Denbroughs, and then that clown came on the screen." Stan says, shaking. "When it disappeared, you went to get your inhaler and- it came out of the screen. It was so terrifying. I stabbed you- in the stomach. B-blood was e-everywhere, Jack. I'm so glad you're okay. Oh, and we're at Neibolt. That creepy-ass house? Bill, Eddie and R-Richie are inside."

After hearing Richie's name, my heart pains. I remember, just a little while ago, what'd happened. Richie kissed my vanilla lips with his cherry ones. It was so short- so simple. It's the best first kiss I could've asked for.

I try my hardest to get up, and I succeed, only to have Stanley get up and help me sit back down. "I have to get Richie!" I yell at him. "Let me go!"

"No! I am not risking losing you! Not again." Stan mutters. We hear screams inside and I stand up again. We all try rushing in. We do, and I'm limping. I clutch my stomach as Beverly stabs It in the head. Everyone is silent. It's growling. Bev's clutching onto Richie and Richie's sewn onto Eddie.

The clown begins to walk towards them, claws ripping through the glove on the clown's hand. Instead of hurting them, It spun around, slicing Ben right where Henry had cut an 'H', surely to reopen the wounds. Everybody is screaming, terrified of what's to come.

"Ben!" I scream, limping over. It walks out, bowing, and Bill follows after.

"Don't let him get away!"

"Bill!" I yell at him. He only ignores me, walking past.

I look over at Richie, who's giving aid to Eddie.

"Bill, we have to help Eddie!" Beverly calls. Eddie's screaming 'No' over and over.

"I'm gonna snap it into place!" Richie says, hands in the air.

"Rich, do not fucking touch me!" Eddie screams.

"Okay- one, two, three!" Richie speaks, hands on the frail boy's arm.

"Richie!" Beverly screams.

"Rich, do not fucking touch me!" Eddie yells once more, only too late. My ears are filling with the crackling of Eddie's arm being snapped.

Eddie screams bloody murder. I'm helping Ben with his bloody stomach, trying my hardest, but he's 'fine compared to me'.

Bill rushes us all out of that creepy-ass house and we all scramble to our bikes. Mike puts Eddie in his basket and we bike off, me sitting on the back of Stanley's bike.

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We all stand there in shock as Mrs Kaspbrak is fuming.

"You." She says, pointing to all of us. "You did this. You know how delicate he is."

She grabs his head and pulls him through us. His frown is plastered on his sweet face, something I never liked seeing was my friends in an unsettling mood.

"We were attacked M-M-Mrs. K." Bill says, taking a step forward.

"No- don't." She frowns. "Don't try and blame anyone else."

I look in the window and see Eddie on the verge of crying. Mrs K fumbles with her keys, dropping them to the floor.

Beverly squats down, reaching for them. "Let me help." Bev smiles until Mrs K swats her away.

"Get back!" She leans closer to Beverly's face, a devilish smirk on her face as she spat, "Oh, I've heard of you, Miss Marsh. And I don't want a dirty girl like you touching my son."

"Mrs K I-I-" Bill mumbles, before being interrupted.

"No!" She yells, pointing her meaty finger at Bill. "You are all monsters. All of you. And Eddie is done with you. Do you hear? Done!"

"Almost as done as your chance of getting a workout," I mutter, angrily.

Before turning to her car, everybody snickers and she walks towards me. "Well, Miss Bowers. For once, you're not slobbering all over the nasty boys in that school. Hell, you're probably dating your own brother for the attention!"

"Fuck off!" I yell as she gets in her car. Eddie peers over, looking away immediately. His mother recklessly pulls out and speeds off.

We step out into the street and watch as the car trucks down the street, vanishing soon after.

Richie finally notices me and walks over, looking at me. "A-are you okay, Jack? I'm sorry I wasn't there when you w-woke up, I-"

"Richie, shut up," I smirk, wrapping my arms around him. He responds with a warm hug, the feeling of him smiling into my neck makes me melt.

"I saw the well," Bill speaks up. "W-We know where it is, and next time, we'll be more prepared."

"No!" Stanley shouts. "No next time, Bill! You're insane."

Beverly scoffs. "Why? We all know no one else is gonna do anything."

"Eddie was nearly killed! Jackie was stabbed in her stomach! And look at this motherfucker- he's leaking Hamburger Helper!" Richie yells, gesturing to me & Ben.

"We can't pretend it's gonna go away. Ben, you said it yourself. It comes back every 27 years!" Beverly cries, frustrated as ever.

"Fine! I'll be 40 and far away from here! I thought you said you wanted to get out of this town, too."

"Because I wanna run towards something- not away!" Bev shouts.

"I'm sorry," Richie interrupts. "who invited Molly Ringwald into the group?" Beverly flipped him off, an un-amused expression plastered onto her freckled face.

"Richie-" Stanley starts.

"I'm just saying, let's face facts, real world! Georgie is dead. Stop trying to get us killed, too." Richie spits, walking towards Bill to leave.

Bill grabs his shirt. "Georgie's not dead."

"You couldn't save him, but you can still save yourself." Richie tries to leave again, resulting in the same fate.

"No, t-take it back! You're scared, we all are, but-" Bill yells, with a push to the shoulders. "take it back!"

I feel tears well to my eyes. My best friends, fighting over something so idiotic. If Richie was really Bill's friend, he'd support him through his hard times, not hurt him even more. I felt more dazed, as I realized blood was still spilling, soaking Bill's flannel. It began to leak onto the street a bit, only me taking notice. I take a seat, not paying attention to the fight going on before me.

I lay on my back, looking at the sky. A few clouds, but not that many. The sun shone on my whole body, the stain on the shirt becoming more. The shirt was seeping with blood, and I couldn't handle anymore.

I closed my eyes, not knowing that I wouldn't open them for a while.

Suspense? Sorry I didn't write out the whole fight scene if that's what you guys like! I have no idea what this story is so far, but I'm liking it! comment for more lines from Jackie as I am not clever in the slightest!

love u bye

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