Soft-spoken (Bill Denbrough x reader)

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I felt his warm cheek rise against mine into a small smile after I whispered that. We held our delicate embrace for a few seconds before pulling away.

"T-thanks, Y/N," he muttered with a grin. We both turned around to see Bev talking with Ben, while the rest of the "losers" gawked at us.

"So I take it you guys are hitting it off," Stan sarcastically remarked. The group laughed. I looked at Bill, who was sitting right next to me, his arm touching mine. We both shyly smiled, our faces blushing intensely. We got up and walked over to the rock they were sitting on.

"So other than this, what do you guys typically do for fun around here?" I asked, trying to make conversation.

"Eddie's mom," Richie smirked. Everyone just rolled their eyes at his comment.

"Well sometimes we go down to the Barrens and play in the stream, or we go to someone's house and hang out. Normal kid stuff," Eddie spoke up.

"Nice," I replied. We hung out for a few more minutes until we were dry enough to put our clothes back on. As we were walking to where our stuff was, we heard rustling in the bushes. We ignored it, assuming that it was just some sort of animal, until we saw that our clothes weren't where we left them.

"Did any of you move our-" Bev trailed off. Everyone shook their heads. Mike was about to say something, when we heard the bushes again. From them emerged four boys, these ones much taller than any of us. Judging by the panicked reaction from the losers, I soon realised that these were most definitely not our allies.

I noticed the bigger one of the four holding all of our clothes in his arms. My focus then changed to one of them approaching us. He had a greasy mullet, and was wearing a dirty orange tank top. The other three stood a few feet behind him.

"Shit," Eddie muttered under his breath. I looked from him to Bill, who then stood in front of me. He grabbed my hand.

"W-what do y-you w-want, B-Bowers?" He asked, trying to sound strong although he was obviously scared.

"C-calm d-d-down, B-B-Billy. We just wanted to have some fun," He snickered mockingly. That was when he noticed my presence.

"Well whaddya' know, these dumbfucks have another little slut with them." He looked me up and down. I let go of Bill's hand and uncomfortably crossed my arms, attempting to mildly cover what Bowers was looking at.

"You nervous? Don't worry, you won't be so sheepish when I'm fucking you senseless," he sneered. I shot him a glare.

"And you won't be so cocky when I sock you in the jaw," I retorted. The losers jerked their heads my direction, eyes wide with shock and fear. You are going to regret that, Y/N.

"What the fuck did you say to me, bitch?" I had two options: I could take back what I had just said, and possibly get out of a beating, or I could stand my ground and pay for it. Out of anger, I made the mistake of choosing the latter.

"You heard me, dickhead." The losers began shaking their heads, as I was most likely making the worst mistake of my life. I looked back at Henry with my brows furrowed. He scowled at me, as he began walking towards us. He shoved Bill to the ground and then grabbed me by the arm. He had an extremely strong grip on me, to the point where I knew there were going to be bruises left behind. The rest of the group tried to intervene, but the other boys restrained them from doing so.

"I am going to ask you one more fucking time. What the fuck did you just say to me, you little cunt?" He sprayed saliva all over my face, his inches from mine. I could smell his warm, repulsive breath. However, I kept my composure and looked at him dead in the eyes. Do not back down now.

"You fucking heard me, dumbass!" I screamed. He then grabbed my other arm with the same amount of force, and shoved me against a tree. Bill scrambled back to his feet, and tried to get Bowers away from me. One of the boys, this one with raunchy, unkempt black hair, seized him. In his other arm, he had Eddie thrashing to get out of his grasp.

"L-let her g-go!" Bill demanded. Henry didn't even acknowledge him, as he began to drag me towards the cliff. Because everyone else was captured, they were pulled along as well, all of us screaming and hollering. Holy shit. This is all my fault.

"You gonna act all tough now?" He challenged. He nodded to the other three boys, as they hauled the losers to the edge. By this time, my face was steaming with tears.
"No. Just let them go. Please just let them go." I looked over at Bill, his face smeared with sorrow. Bowers smirked.

"Too late."

He signaled to the others, and they began shoving the losers off of the cliff. I kicked and punched at Bowers, until he loosened his grip on me. He let go for a brief second, but quickly pushed me to the ground, causing me to get cut by all the rocks. I was in such a deep state of panic, however, that I tried to get up and rush to the edge. Bowers leapt on top of me. Before I knew what hit me, I felt a sharp pain in my side. I froze for a second and looked down at my hip. In it, was about a half of a pocket knife. It was held by, you guessed it, Henry.

I let out a small whimper, and grabbed his blood-covered hand. I pulled the knife out, and struggled to get to the edge of the cliff. I heard the losers screaming my name from the water. I was about to yell back, when Henry put his sweaty hand over my mouth. My body was so weak from straining to get free, that I went limp beneath his odorous body.

"Henry, I think we can stop now," a tall blonde boy spoke up. Bowers, too deep into this, looked up.

"Fuck off then!" He commanded. The other boy put his hands up defensively, and mumbled something along the lines of, "I'm not doing this shit." He then hit the arms of the other two, and they walked away. The big one threw the pile of clothes off the cliff while doing so.

Bowers turned back to me. I knew I was in my most vulnerable state right now. Not only was I bleeding profusely from being fucking stabbed, I was a helpless fourteen year-old girl in nothing but her undergarments. My voice, hoarse from screaming, sounded raspy as I begged for my life.

"P-please," I attempted to say. "Please just let me go." I turned my head to the side and bawled, as I was being held down. He thought for a moment, and then shoved his mouth onto mine. He forced his tongue into my mouth, and 'made out' with me for about five seconds, all the while I was trying to make him stop. The losers were trying to get to land, all while shouting to me.

Henry picked me up, and threw me almost effortlessly off the side of the cliff.

"Y/N! Oh my god!" All of them yelled. My body hit the water, and I used all of my remaining strength to make my way back to air. Then I felt two arms scooping my weak, wounded body out of the water. As I looked into those beautiful green eyes, I succumbed to my blood loss and all went black.