REDITUS | BILL DENBROUGH [2]

one | the phone call

Layla stood in her kitchen, her fingers gliding over a cookbook. She was home, for once. Being an agent in the F.B.I. wasn't easy work and was very tiring, plus sometimes she didn't see her husband for days on end.

She was humming to herself, washing vegetables in her sink when a pair of hands covered her eyes. She gasped and dropped the vegetables into the sink and went to grab the hands.

''Honey, did I scare you?"

Layla let out an annoyed sigh, ''Yes, Bill, you did. You know I hate being scared.''

Bill laughed and removed his hands, ''You're cooking dinner? You just got back from New York.''

''Well, I'm hungry, and I know you are too. Have you figured the ending out yet?'' Layla asked, moving around the kitchen.

''Kinda. I'm still working on it.'' Bill sighed, rubbing his hands on his face.

''Love, you'll figure it out.'' Layla said, placing a kiss on his face.

Once they moved out of Derry, Bill had seen a professional speech therapist to help out with his stuttering. Now, he only stutters in nervous situations. They went everywhere together after Derry, and somehow, the memories faded away of Derry as well. The pair haven't spoken to the Loser's in years, except for Layla. She calls Stanley and Beverly every now and then.

''You're the best wife,'' Bill said, smiling.

''Of course I am. Who else will cook you dinner after a rough case?" Layla teased, about to start dinner when suddenly her phone rang.

She stepped away from Bill and looked at her phone. Someone was calling from Maine.

Layla slid up on her phone, pressing it to her ear. ''Hello?"

''Layla? Layla Steel?"

''Well, it's Layla Denbrough now, who's calling?"

''It's Mike. Mike Hanlon.''

She paused for a moment, her brain racking for some sort of memory of Mike.

''From Derry.'' Mike said, when she didn't respond.

Layla's heart dropped, and suddenly, she was consumed by fear. ''F-from Derry?"

Bill's head perked up at the mention of Derry. He motioned for her to put it on speakerphone.

''I need to tell you something. Is Bill there?"

''Yes, Mike. He's here,''

''IT's back.''

That one sentence knocked the air out of Layla, and she felt a burning sensation on her hand. She looked down and it was the same hand she had a long, white scar on. She can't remember what it was from, just that she's had it a really long time.

''It's happening all over again. We made an oath as kids. I need you two to come here ASAP.''

''How soon?" Layla asked, her throat dry.

''Tomorrow.''

Just like that, Mike hung up the phone.

All Layla heard was white noise, why was she feeling like this?

Bill looked at wife, and saw how she was acting.

''Layla? Layla it will be o-okay.'' Bill said.

She looked at him, noticing his stutter was back. ''Bill, somethings wrong. Why am I feeling like this? I feel ... fear. I don't understand,'' Layla rambled, subconsciously rubbing her scar.

''H-hey. It'll b-be o-okay. I won't let anything h-happen to you.'' Bill tried, but his stuttering was making it hard for him to talk.

''I don't want to go back.'' Layla whispered.

''W-we have to.'' Bill explained, wrapping his arms around Layla.

That night, the couple packed their bags and was on the next plane to Derry, not knowing what they were going up against.

A/N:

IT'S TIME. IT'S FINALLY HERE AND HERE IS THE FIRST CHAPTER. I SAW IT 2 LAST NIGHT AND DIED AND CRIED. I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU GUYS TO SEE WHAT I HAVE PLANNED. THANK YOU SO MUCH XO