The Devil Within

Entomophobia

Summary:

Ok so I'm gonna have to put a bit of a warning here for the people who are just as scared of creepy crawlies as I am, because they're gonna appear in this chapter.

Enjoy!

The majority of our lunch period was spent on the Losers filling me in on what I'd missed over the time I was away, exchanging funny stories and gossip on the people we knew in Derry. It felt great to be able to rekindle with my best friends, it was almost like we hadn't been apart for years. It was a good feeling.

However, our fun was soon short-lived when a familiar gang decided to interrupt us once again.

"Hope we're not interrupting your Loser's meeting, retards," Henry spat, appearing at the steps.

Belch and Victor appeared on either side of us, laughing at Henry's insult. I was almost startled when I felt someone take a seat right between me and Beverly, I whipped my head round to see Patrick leering at me. He placed his long arms around me and Beverly, pulling us close to him.

"So what we talking about here, ladies?" he asked, grinning at us both.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "None of your business, Patrick," I snapped.

Patrick pretended to look hurt. "Ooh, there's no need to be rude, Rachel! I thought with you being the DA's daughter and all you'd have some manners!" I felt his grip tighten around my shoulder.

"Patrick, just leave her alone," said Beverly, almost pleadingly.

"No need to get your panties in a bunch, Bevvy. I'm just trying to be friendly is all, we haven't seen little Rachel in years after all, isn't that right boys?" said Patrick, feigning innocence.

Henry smirked. "That's right, you disappeared off the face of the earth for god knows how long, it's only natural we wanna catch up."

I could see Bill glaring at Patrick's hold on Beverly, and Stan was beginning to grow red in the face, the boys looked incredibly uncomfortable.

"But god damn, Rachel. Those years sure treated you good, you look nothing like the Loser you used to be. You look too cool to be hanging out with a bunch of fags like these," said Patrick, dropping his hold on Beverly and trying to pull me closer so that his face was almost touching mine. I was feeling increasingly claustrophobic, and I didn't like it one bit.

"So why don't you drop these losers, and come hang out with some real men," said Patrick, licking his lips and grinning mischievously. I felt his hand move from my shoulder, and he reached around to roughly grab one of my breasts. Stan sat up quickly, but before he could say anything I had already reacted.

"Get the fuck off me!" I yelled, lashing out at Patrick and landing a hard slap across his face, freeing myself from his grip.

Henry and the rest of his group reacted quickly to this and came charging up to me, Patrick groaned and held his cheek, his eyes dark with anger. His mouth curled into a side smirk.

"Naughty, naughty. You really have forgotten all your manners, haven't you?" he said, grabbing the front of my top and pulling me towards him.

"We warned you before, Gibson," Henry threatened, grabbing my face. "You're gonna get it."

"Leave her alone!!" Stan yelled, running up to Henry with his fist clenched.

Henry turned around and landed a swift punch across Stanley's face, knocking him to the ground.

"You fucking asshole!!" Richie yelled, jumping on Henry and trying to pull him to the ground, before Henry turned and punched him off.

There was a bit of a skuffle when all of a sudden we heard a voice yell at us, causing us to stop abruptly.