There's always been something off about Eddie and Daniel's relationship. Richie just thought he was jealous of the two of them, but when Eddie starts skipping out on hanging with the Losers, he realizes something is definitely wrong.
*The year is 1...
⚠ minor spoiler for It Chapter 2, talk about self harm ⚠
*Bill's POV*
"Hey, Bill!" I heard Stan yell from our kitchen.
"Wh-what's up?" I ask, walking out of our room and towards my boyfriend.
He looked at me and smirked. I gave him a confused look and he blinked dramatically at me. Of course he's reminding me of the Potluck Dinner again, that's all he's been doing since.
"I hate you!" I giggle. I was so drunk on Friday...
"You love me, shut up." Stan says and wraps his lanky arms around me. As soon as his wrists touch me, he winces. Not again...
"St-stan..." Damn it. My stutter only comes out when I'm sad, anxious or angry. Knowing Stan, he'll probably think I'm angry, and blame himself.
"Bill, I'm sorry, it was a couple days ago, I promise I've been feeling better, I'm so sorry Bill-" He kept rambling on and on, but I cut him off.
He nodded and I could see tears forming in his eyes.
"Let's j-just go w-watch Friends, yeah?"
He nodded again and we walked to the living room. I got our taping of last week's episode and popped it in. I cuddled against Stan and the mood of the room instantly felt lighter.
*Stan's POV*
Oh god, he's probably so mad at me. I promised him I would come to him when I felt like cutting, but I didn't. And now he hates me. Why'd I have to ruin everything?!
And I was doing so good too! Almost 3 months clean- that's the best I've ever been. I just hate myself so much, and it's so hard to get out of a habit like this.
I started cutting that summer we met Bev, Ben and Mike. When Bill turned against me after the first time at Neibolt, I felt like my whole world was crashing down. I loved him then, and I love him now. But I thought he hated me. My bar mitzvah was in 2 weeks, but I still had to learn some stuff. My dad kept telling me what a disappointment I was, and I just couldn't take it anymore. So I cut.
8 years later, I'm still doing it. Bill told me that nothing my dad said was true, but it is true. I'm everything he said I was, and more. He used to tell me that the only reason he didn't hit me was because he's Jewish, and that'd be sinful. But that changed once I pulled my stunt at the bar mitzvah.
"I'm a loser. And I always fucking will be."
I remember storming out of the synagogue with Richie applauding me. That night, my dad beat me for the first time. It didn't stop after that.
For the next 5 years, until I was 18, he would hit me and tell me things. But as soon as I could move out, I did. We all did. We needed to get away from our parents, so we moved out to one of the islands surrounding Maine. There's a nice little town called Bar Harbor and that's where we decided to go. I love it here, it's incredible. Over the summer, we all go down to Sand Beach and swim, just like how we hung out at the Quarry.
The only thing is that nobody knows about my dad. I never told them. The day after my bar mitzvah, Richie came up to me and asked if I got into any trouble. I told him that I got yelled at, but that's all. Nobody knows, and nobody can know. They'd just feel sorry for me.
I was snapped out of my thoughts as Bill looks up at me. I glance at the tv and see that the episode ended.
"Are y-you sure y-you're o-ok Stan? I d-don't want y-you t-to be hurting and y-you feel l-like you have t-to hide it from m-me."
Of course I'm hurting! But I'm not telling Bill that. He wouldn't understand.
"I'm fine Bill, really." I grin down at him and he gives me a small smile.
"Good," he says standing up. "Because I'm going to invite the Losers over! I think it's time we hang out again." He walks over to the other side of the living room and picks up the phone.
After little while, he's called almost everyone. Richie's already here since he lives the closest to us.
"May I have the honor of calling the Spaghetti Man?" he asks Bill using an awful accent. Bill hands him the phone and calls Eddie's cell.
I could hear a gruff voice answer. It wasn't Eddie's, but it wasn't Daniel's.
"Hello, this is Dr. Mathews. I'm afraid Edward has been hospitalized."
"What?! Why?" Richie screamed, his voice laced with concern.
"I'd rather not explain over the phone. I assume you know the address to MDI Hospital?" It's the only hospital in Bar Harbor, which deeply concerned Eddie when we first moved here.
"Yeah, we're on our way." Richie hung up the phone and ran out the door, Bill and I following close behind.
A/N: Bar Harbor, Maine is a real place! They only have 1 hospital, MDI. It's stands for Mount Desert Island. Everything I write about Bar Harbor will be true. Eddie also had a cell phone in this chapter. It's a 1996 flip phone called the Motorola StarTAC. I did my research 😎
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Eddie's phone ^^
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Bar Harbor ^^
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