Red Drops (ON HIATUS)

Chapter 9

Pennywise's POV

"Hello, kiddo" the figure replied while still petting your hair softly and blowing another ring of smoke.

"Greetings, Father" his voice dripped both venom and excitement; the man giggled at his reply and got up without awakening you.

He made his way towards his 'son' and gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Ya don't have to get all formal with me, kid, I know ya ain't glad to see me" he laughed at his own remark and blew another ring of smoke.

"Your visit is unexpected, but I don't mind having you around" he said while gazing silently over you to check just how much damaged has his 'father' done to you. "But that doesn't mean you can get comfortable"

"I know, kid. Don't have to tell me twice...So, who's the hooker?" his father asked unceremoniously and without a drip of respect. On the other hand, he felt anger bubble from the man's remarks.

"She's a guest, not a hooker" the man noticed the way he responded and came to the conclusion Pennywise feared most. He started laughing as if the funniest joke had been cracked, bending over and slapping his thighs in exaggeration.

"Hohoho, ya found yourself a good one then" his father giggled darkly and eyed you with newfound interest, dangerous newfound interest "Well, I'm proud for ya kid, when where you gonna tell your old man?" Penny turned his face away "Mmmm, I get it you don't plan on keeping the gal, well if it makes you feel better you can always share" at this, he turned again and locked eyes with the man smirking with mischief.

"Tell you what, old man, if I don't get what I want, then we can both share, but if I do then you'll have to find another toy" the man smile and chuckled huffing smoke.

"Deal" Penny could swear he sighed in relief "But..." his eyes widened "I'll give you one week. If you aren't done in one week then I won't ask for permission"

"Deal"

"Then it's settled, on more thing though" the man turned around to leave "Why does she calls ya Mr. Denbrough? Isn't that billy boy, the one that beat you up?" He noticed the discomfort the theme had brought and smirked to himself "I'll see ya in a couple of days, son" he said walking away in the hallway.

The moment he truly left, he turned to you. Your body was still cocoon in the fuzzy blanket, at least the guy had the decency to let you be. But he had to be sure. As he got closer, he got startled by you gasping and sitting up in a jolt.

Your POV

What the hell? Your face scrunched up in confusion as you surveyed your surroundings and found Mr. Denbrough concerned and relieved at the same time.

"What happened?" your voice was stern and your face was alert, even your breathing was erratic.

"Nothing, I just found you thrashing on the bed, so I thought you were having more pain"he replied laying the back of his hand on your cheek. His hands felt cold. Or were you hot?

You couldn't tell, because before you could utter the question, your body jumped from the bed and ran to the bathroom. Trailing Pennywise behind you. When he reached the arch of the door, you were puking violently over the toilet. Your whole body stiffened as more vomit kept coming up your throat and out of your mouth. Looking down at the toilet bowl, you gasped at what you saw, blood. You quickly wipe your mouth and started to get up. But it was too fast and you felt dizzy almost falling down. Mr. Denbrough raised his hands to help you but you denied it, and continue to lean against the wall while the dizziness went away.

Still he offered your hand, and you took it. You flushed the toilet and let him helped you out of the bathroom. He held your hand in his and his other hand laid on your waist, in case you were to fall. He directed you towards the bed again, but you were fed up with the furniture and wanted to be elsewhere.

"You must be hungry" he mentioned to your relief.

"Very" you croaked, voice hoarse from the puking episode.

"Then let me cook something for ya" you eyed him suspiciously; his words had changed. He had said ya instead you. That whimsical feeling to the word made you feel uneasy, but nonetheless you complied, nodding your head.

He smiled and guide you to the kitchen, there he help you sit on the stool from the kitchen's island. With his back to you he gathered everything he needed and started chopping and seasoning. To you he looked almost as if he was dancing and enjoying himself.

"May I help?" you asked shyly and fidgeting with your fingers. He gave you a smile.

"Here, you can cut the vegetables" he handed you a cutting board, the vegetables and when it came to the knife he lock eyes with you, seemingly reading your intentions, but complied and gave the knife.

"Why are you here, Mr. Denbrough?" the knife went through the carrot, cutting it in various pieces.

"I'm taking care of you, you are sick" he replied nonchalantly not bothering to turned and look at you while he replied.

"But you made me sick, somehow. I want to know why and how you can take it away" he sighed defeated, your curiosity and you gentle voice had gotten to him. He had heard the wandering of your soul before, in himself.

Turning around to face you, he saw you offering the cut vegetables with a smile. You looked so innocent, he almost broke. He knew the answers to all your questions, but sensed you wouldn't believe him. So, you saw him reached behind him and pull out your red journal. Your eyes widened.

"Why don't you read it yourself" he exchanged your journal for the vegetables and turned around to keep cooking.

"Thank you, Mr. Denbrough"

"Bill" he smiled and felt different in doing so.

What kind of horrors, you guys think are written in that journal? I hope you are interest cause things are about to pick up a little. Don't forget to vote and comment if you like it, is just a way of letting me know this is good. Thank you!! Toots to the artist