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viii. a bloody mess

Violet's POV

I AWOKE to Stan shaking me softly.  Groaning, I  slowly opened my eyes.  He was standing right in front of me, his crazy curly hair a mess, and he was freaking out. Over what, I had no idea, but he looked damn cute doing it. 

"Why the hell did I answer the phone," he was mumbling to himself over and over again, pacing my room quickly.  I giggled, and he looked up from the floor.

"What are you carrying on about now, Stan?" I teased, causing his face to briefly flush red.

"I a-accidentally answered the phone, it was Bev," he muttered, looking away quickly.

"Shit," I replied, realizing that Richie would never live down this moment if word reached him about this. 

I stumbled out of bed slowly, running to the closet to get clothes. 

I look over at Stan, and he blushed, tripping over his feet as he quickly ran out the room, muttering, "I'll see you in a little bit."

Smiling to myself, I opened my closet, quickly searching for an outfit.  I ended up deciding to wear my favorite pair of jeans and my t-shirt from the diner my dad works at.  Throwing on my converse, I ran outside, grabbed my bike and met Stan outside of his house.  We both hopped on our bikes and began to race toward Beverly's apartment.

We finally arrived, meeting Richie surrounded by three bikes, and sitting on his own.  He looked bored out of his mind, and seemed glad to see Stan and I. 

"What were you guys up to that made you so late?" He asked slyly, smirking.

Stan and I both rolled our eyes, but I could still feel myself blushing profusely.  I turned around, looked down and avoided eye contact with both of the boys, as I leaned to tie my shoe. 

Richie whistled, and I can hear Stan slap him.  I turned around quickly to find Richie on the ground, and Stan hovering over him, glaring at him angrily. 

"I'm going inside," I managed to get out, not knowing what else to say, as I left the area as quickly as possible.

"Me too," Stan replied softly, now avoiding eye contact with both Richie and I. 

We headed up the metal stairs to Beverly's, each step seeming to take us a shorter distance than the last, until finally we enter the apartment.

"Bev?" We called out, hoping she'd reply sooner than later so we could escape the awkward silence. 

"In here!" Four voices replied in unison.

We made our way towards what appeared to be a bathroom.  While the door was closed, the cracks around it seemed to emit a red glow.  Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside.

"What the actual fuck," I muttered under my breath. 

The room was coated from head to toe in a red liquid, and I knew exactly what it was.

Blood.