"You. You did this," Eddie's mom says pointing at us. "You know how delicate he is."
"We were attacked, M-M-Mrs. K," Bill tries.
"No. Don't," She says, forcing Eddie into her car. "Don't try and blame anyone else." She drops her keys, and Beverly tries to help.
"Let me help."
"Get back!" She leans down and picks up her keys. "Oh, I've heard of you, Miss Marsh. And I don't want a dirty girl like you touching my son."
Yikes.
"Mrs. K, I...," Bill tries again.
"No! You are all monsters. All of you. And Eddie is done with you. Do you hear? Done!" She walks around her car and gets in. I notice Eddie almost start crying, before he slowly looks up, his eyes meeting mine.
I mouth the words "I'm sorry", before she drives off.
"I saw the well. We know where it is and next time we'll be better prepared," Bill stutters.
"No! No, next time, Bill. You're insane," Stan shouts.
"Why? We all know no one else is going to do anything," Beverly says.
"Eddie was nearly killed," I exclaim.
"And look at this motherfucker. He's leaking Hamburger Helper," Richie adds.
"We can't pretend it's gonna go away. Ben, you said it yourself. It comes back every 27 years."
"Fine! I'll be 40 and far away from here. I thought you said you wanted to get out of this town, too," Ben points out.
"Because I wanna run towards something. Not away."
"I'm sorry, who invited Molly Ringwald into the ground," Richie says making her flip him off.
"Richie--," Stan starts.
"I'm just saying, let's face facts. Real world. Georgie is dead. Stop trying to get us killed, too," Richie says trying to walk past Bill, but he stops him.
"Georgie's not dead."
"You couldn't save him, but you can still save yourself." He tries to walk past him again, but Bill stops him.
"No, t-t-take it back. You're scared, and we all are, but take it back," Bill says, pushing Richie back. Richie pushes Bill back making Bill punch Richie, causing him to hit the ground.
"Bill," I scold, rushing over to Richie.
"You're just a bunch of losers," Richie exclaims angrily, but I hold him back.
"Richie, stop!"
"Fuck off!"
"Richie, stop," Stan says, helping me
"You're just a bunch of losers and you'll get yourselves killed trying to catch a fucking stupid clown."
"Stop," Beverly exclaims. "This is what It wants. It wants to divide us. We were all together when we hurt It. That's why we're still alive."
"Yeah? Well, I plan to keep it that way," Richie says, pushing past Bill and grabbing his bike. Stan, Ben, and Mike also grab their bikes, and I sigh.
"I'm sorry, Bill, but... I draw the line at Eddie. He almost died. I almost lost him, and you know how I feel about him," I sigh, also grabbing my bike.
"Danielle--,"Bill starts, but I cut him off.
"No, Bill. I'm done. We tried, and we failed. We can't stop It. I'm sorry... about Georgie, I am, but I don't wanna die, and I don't want Eddie to die. Or Richie. Or Bev, or Stan, or Mike, or Ben, or... or you. We need to stop, before we get ourselves killed."
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Fear
أدب الهواةFear. It's a dangerous thing. It takes even the best of people and causes them to do unimaginable things, things they wouldn't have done before they were fearful. Fear is something we create in our minds. It's something that the brain is telling us...
