Red Drops (ON HIATUS)

Chapter 16

So far you hadn't left the spot. The man on your bed just vanished, leaving behind a cuter doll of himself. It was midnight and for you this night might just be the longest. Your stomach kept bothering you, to the point of utter annoyance.

Pennywise hasn't come back and the eerie silence in and out of the room is creeping up your spine in horrible tingling sensations that make your neck hairs stand. Unsure of how to actually handle this whole situation, makes your neurons send a helplessness message that doesn't sit well inside you.

The moon is on its peak and full. Apparently the older clown didn't had much to go around; he hasn't bothered you for awhile. Despite feeling his eyes on you, he hasn't made a scene. That has eased your nerves, however there are other matters that can easily do the job. Like the creeping darkness climbing up you arms.

As much as you liked to ignore it, the so called spot were unveiling in a blackness that just ended on your elbow. To an outsider you might as well be rotting inside; you made a note to ask the clown about it.

Speaking of which he startled you. Crouching in a corner he studied you. He found himself amazed with you, by the room reeked of smoke, alcohol and lust. He was sure you haven't moved from the spot, but someone had been visiting you, much to your dismay.

The smell made him bubbled with rage. He was fuming at the fact someone had been near you, His mate.

"You've been visited" he grunted, huffing in anger.

Immediately, you turned to look at the bed and found the plush. Gasping at the sight you stood up and went to the clown for protection. In that he found proudness. The mere fact that you went to him, put a smile on his blood red lips.

Nothing and nowhere was safe. This fact scared and angered you.

"I brought food" at his voice you turned to be met by his chest.

Sure his voice was oozing peace, but the closeness unnerved you. To be sure you step back and made it look absentmindedly as to not insult him.

"Thank you, for the gesture" deep breath "But as stupid as it sounds...I'm afraid of the kitchen, Mr. Denbrough"

With sky blue eyes that glowed in the darkness, he bowed like a gentleman and offered you his hand.

"May I have this dance?" the phrase made you chuckle lightly taking his hand.

The approached seemed harmless, he almost looked scared to touch you. The knowledge of his previous actions is still very real. But underneath it, very deep, deep, deep you like him. It was an inexplicable feeling that you were burying and denying constantly. The past made it an easier task.

With the delicacy one would treat a porcelain statue, in that way he worked his approach. You were a beautiful sparrow and he had to be careful not to scare you or you would surely fly away.

The hand pulled you ever so slowly and the other one, unsure of were to be: found your upper back. With an imaginary song, he moved you both, swaying gently. You didn't dare look at his eyes. Not for fear of embarrassment, but for the blushing and the fight in your own eyes. So, you close them, not tight as if scared, but calmly enjoying the small waltz. Like feeling the waves of the ocean run under your floating form.

In a breeze you found yourselves in the kitchen. Eyes still close, you didn't notice the change of scenery or that he had stopped for the chance to look at your peaceful expression.

He drank it, his hand twitched with the intention of raising to caress your cheeks, your lips. But he cleared his throat and your eyes opened with a gasp. The kitchen was dark and unable to perceived your surroundings properly, your stress came crawling back.

"Pick a good memory" his soft whisper like voice alerted you, it made you avert your eyes to his.

"Wh-what?" you questioned in the same tone, breath trembling.

"Remind yourself of a good day. Every detail, smell, feeling, emotion"

'What good will that do? I don't understand, I-I'

"Be calm, breath, it will help" that said you searched your thoughts for a good day.

As the dark was closing in you remember a bad day. It was raining and your were well dressed, ready for an important interview. With an umbrella in hand you walked the almost flooded side walk with a fast pace. Nervous to say something wrong or silly you didn't noticed the incoming deep blue car running fast. On purpose the driver passed a big puddle and splashed the dirty water into you. You yelped in surprise and turned to see the speeding old car disappear. It was already half an hour and you had walked from your house, turning back would mean being late and being to an interview would mean a big X.

Against all odds, you kept on walking, soaking wet, dirty and freezing from the howling wind. In the end you arrived at the place, everybody gave you odd looks, others avoided looking and some would even muffled giggles. Ashamed you walked up to the secretary and reluctantly she escorted you to the boss.

Walking out of the building didn't felt like rejection, but the thought weighted on you. It was still pouring outside and in your haste to leave the embarrassing scene you left the umbrella behind. Mentally hitting yourself you ran under the down pour towards the nearest building, in the hopes that they would let you in.

Not even looking up you didn't saw the sign up top: LIBRARY. When you came inside the old lady gasped looking at your dripping frame, shivering and sad. She was pushed to escort you out but in reality she sneaked you inside the back office.

There she gave you a towel and an old blanket. You slumped on an old armchair, disappointed at the recent events. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes. But she came back with a cup hot chocolate, like a meeting between friends she sat down on the opposite side and drank a cup herself. Gazing at your eyes, she saw the tears you were trying to hide.

"My dear, what happened out there?" she asked gently.

"I had a bad day. That's all" you replied politely and with a smile in the end.

"Want to tell me about it?" her tone of voice didn't made it sound like she was pushing for answers, but instead encouraging you.

"I had an interview today, but some blue car splashed water unto me and I was a mess. I couldn't turned back so I just kept going, but when I arrived everybody made fun of me or glared. In the end I don't think I got the job. Plus I forgot my umbrella"

"Mmm, may I suggest something?" You nodded eager to learn wisdom from this fair woman "Next time, fail better, it'll make them jealous"

Confused at the advice you sipped your chocolate, scrutinizing her message. But before you could asked her about she stood.

"I best leave, this was my break, I hope you feel better, helped yourself to any book. You seem like a good gal" you nodded thanking her and with that she left the small office.

You sighed. Horrible day, horrible advise. But as you made your way to the window in the room, you saw the rain and thought of flowers it would bring. Suddenly you realized, she didn't meant the phrase to be a bitter comment, but instead a challenge.

Learn to appreciate the rain, because without it the flowers wouldn't grow.

With a smile and a newfound joy, you passed the evening enjoying the rain, the warmth of the blanket, the chocolate and the books. Since then you love rainy days.'

"Interesting" Pennywise's voice brought you back "You chose a day that had a bad start and ended in peace. You intrigued me more everyday"

Out of nowhere, the room changed like powerpoint animation and you found yourself reliving the memory.

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