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triggering content such as homophobic slurs

Once the boys had all gotten ready they started walking to the park, knowing Bills parents and assuming, they wouldn't want to drive him.

Ever since Bills little brother , Georgie, died his parents have been reluctant in giving him any attention. They probably wouldn't even notice if the boy ran away.

Georgie had died six months ago, a week after Bills sixteenth birthday he had gotten his drivers license, and wanted to take his smaller brother ice skating, something the two always loved doing together.

Unfortunately, they never went ice skating again. An irresponsible seventeen year old had just gotten a text from their girlfriend, which they believed was more important than keeping their eyes on the road.

While looking at their own phone, the man had run a red light, colliding to the right side of Bills brand new car. Colliding with the side that Georgie was sitting on.

Georgie fought for his life long and hard, he was in the hospital unconscious for around a week, and the doctors were almost positive he was going to survive.
The impact was too much for the small twelve year old boy and one day his heart monitor went flat. And that was the end Georgie Denbrough.

Although it wasn't Bills fault, he felt as if it was, and he thinks maybe his parents blamed him too, which is why he would distant himself from them, worried to remind him of his brother death and how it was all his fault.

As the park came into view for the three boys they sighed in relief, walking in Maine's summer heat was no fun. They were sweating like dogs and could feel the sun burn at the top layer of their skin.

"Thank god" Richie sighed as he sat down on a swing, Eddie went over and sat on the swing next to them. Richie looked over at Eddie and smiled, but quickly looked away.

Not quick enough for Eddie not to catch him staring though.

"What are you fags doing here?" The three heard Henry Bowers comment. Bowers and the rest of his gang were all sitting quietly by the slide, waiting for the next kid to show up so they could bully them tremendously.

"Fuck," Richie whispered under his breath as the gang walked closer to the boys.

Eddies eyes were wide and he couldn't draw them away from the boys getting much closer at a quickened rate.

Bill was staring at Richie wanting to see what he would do. Bill used to be considered the leader, the one to do all the talking, but as his stutter got worse and everyone got older Richie would usually stand up to the Bowers out of all of them.

Now believe Stuttering Bill would always be the ring leader in the group, the one to make sure everyone was responsible and no one got into irresponsible fights. When the Bowers would threaten the losers though, Richie would always talk, not worried about the consequences like the others would've.

"What are you doing here?" Henry asked as he flicked the side of Eddies head causing the little boy to flinch and Richie to ball his fists in anger.

"I thought this park had a 'no fags allowed rule'" Henry scoffed causing Patrick, another one of the Bowers gang members, to laugh.

Richie rolled his eyes and a small smile appeared on his lips. "It seems to have an open policy for assholes, doesn't it?" Richie scoffed.

Eddies eyes went wide at what Richie said, knowing how angered Henry was going to be.

That's when Henry got pissed to another extent, and when he gets pissed, he gets physical. That's when Richie felt a sting, Henry had slapped him.

"Henry! What the fuck!" Eddies voice cracked a little at his words. Richie and Bill both looked at Eddie with wide eyes. Eddie covered his mouth once he realized he had just tried to stand up to Henry Bowers.

"Eddie!" both Richie and Bill shouted in unison. Richies face still stung from the slap but he still shot up from his swing to protect Eddie.

"Aw, the fags standing up for each other, how sweet," Henry laughed, standing closer to Richie, Eddie and Bill.

"Okay, Bowers, shut the fuck up," Richie commented, now annoyed and pissed more than worried.

Henry rolled his eyes and pushed Richie to the ground. He stepped closer to Eddie as Eddies eyes got wide and his heart started beating faster and faster.

Henry didn't do anything tremendously, he just licked his hand and slapped it against Eddies cheek, which of course made Eddie gag. Henry, after that, took his gang and walked off.

"My...FannyPack," Eddie coughed. He was having an asthma attack. Richie shot up from the ground to get Eddies fanny pack, that Henry threw across the park before he left.

Once Richie reached Eddie with the fanny pack in hand, he gave it to Eddie. Which Eddie quickly took and opened it. He quickly grabbed his inhaler and took a puff before grabbing wipes and cleaning the side of his face that had held Henry's spit on it.

"God, I can not take people like him anymore!" Eddie shouted. Bill looked at Richie and furrowed his eyebrows, Richie looked back and shrugged his shoulders. Then in unison they both looked at Eddie again.

"Eddie," Richie asked delicately, grabbing a hold of Eddies hands to calm him. "What do you mean by that?" Richie understood what Eddie meant, and hated that people were mean to such a fragile boy who deserved much better than what he had.

"It's just not fair," Eddie said in a less angered tone, now that Richie was holding him. "I mean so what if i'm gay? It's not right for people to be so god damn hateful,"

Bill looked at Eddie with remorse, did he just imply that he was gay? Not that Bill cared, he just wanted to make sure his friend was mentally and emotionally okay.

Richie looked at Bill and Eddie looked at Richie, and then at Bill. Eddies eyes were slightly wide once he realized what he had just said out loud. That he was gay.

"E-Eds it's fine, r-really," Bill said. Eddie sighed in relief.

"I-I mean I un-understand, I'm sick of p-people like him too," Bill said, he understood mostly because he related. Bill wasn't gay,

he was pansexual.