STOLEN (Pennywisexreader)

Chapter 3: Not you again

It was thundering in Derry, mostly it is what woke you up apart from the paint you felt on your head.
Slowly getting up you had both your hands on your head trying to ease the pain by rubbing it softly. Groaning as the tactic did not work, you stood up but stumbled back down. Everywhere was sore. "What the hell happened last night?" You asked yourself as you stumbled into the bathroom that was across your room. Clenching your eyes shut because of the intense pain,you found your way to the mirror. With your elbows on the sink with your hands still rubbing your head and your frequent groaning. You slowly looked in the mirror. What you saw shocked you. Your whole head was covered in dry blood. There were bruises on your wrists. You were utterly shocked and confused. "What the hel-" the memories came flooding back. The clown. That damned clown. You started to shake, knowing this wouldn't be the last time you saw of the creature."Jesus, nooo no no no, help. This can't be happening." You slid down onto the floor, no knowing what to do. "Police? Anyone? Losers club?"
You needed to tell someone, but you can't. You couldn't think straight, no one would believe you. They would think your insane and send you to a mental asylum with all the other loonies. the clown was destinies to be here anytime soon.
You quickly grabbed a towel. But stopped mid way.
"My mom. My fucking mom! How could I fucking forget!?" You ran down the stairs, ignoring the pain from your head. You ran out the front door with a still bloodied head and dry blood running from your nose. People would've thought you were Carrie.
"MOM! MOM! Come home....please." You sobbed uncontrollably. The people on the street didn't even bother to see if you were okay. "How could I forget about her..." more tears ran down your cheeks as you stared into the storm drain that was across the street. Even though your mom was an alcoholic, and barely had tried to help, she was all you had. Even if she was a bitch she was all you had...
You were in your thoughts, until you decided to go into your room. You slowly and shakily headed for you room. You closed the door, slid down and sobbed uncontrollably. You didn't even notice the figure in front of you. He looked down at you sympathetically, not mocking you nor forcing you into his grip. He truly felt bad for what he had done.. he went on his knees and observed you while you were crying, he held his hand out and stroked your hair. "I'm sorry little one. It pains me to see you like this..." you looked up, not caring about the clown being in your presence no longer. "F-fuck you looking at, you took my fucking mother away from me!" The clown looked down at you while you tried to shove him away. "You think I took your mother?"
He said as he placed his hand on your shoulder you looked up at him. "Who else could it fucking be....."
You looked at him with tears.
The clown looked pained to tell you something.
"I not kill your mother. She safe in deadlights at my home."
You looked at him. His broken English nearly bringing light into the conversation. "Y-you did not kill her?" The clown nodded its head. You cried even more hugging your knees and burying your face into"What the fuck is deadlights? Is she safe?" You whimpered "she is safe Y/N, please don't worry...."you looked at the creature with tears in your eyes. Staring in his now blue eyes."No no no, do not cry Y/N... pennywise will make it better..." he sat and crossed his legs, and scooped you up into his arms, he rocked you like a mother would with her baby. You, feeling better by the clowns reactions you didn't squirm in his grasp this time. the clown was looking down at you slightly smiling the whole time. Feeling slightly more safe around the clown, you jokingly said a remark.

"Thank you, pennywise. But please don't smash my head ever again." You chuckled. Pennywise looked at you with a nervous smile "I'm sorry about that dearie , I make things better now...I will bring your mother back soon, she needs time." the thunder still roaming outside he decided it was best to go, he looked out the window over you.
Y/N, I must g-
Before he said the last words he saw you fast asleep in his arms. Strange, she just slept. The clown thought to himself.
He stood up with you still in his arms and decided it was best for you to sleep on the couch rather than the filthy floor. He carefully walked down the stairs and then placed you on the couch in the lounge. He chuckled at the sight of drool forming down your chin and the snoring. "I'll be gone for long my dear Y/N.... but by then miss me while I'm gone." He held your hand one last time before disappearing in the darkness.