Wrong

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A/N the next couple chapter pictures are The Losers Club as Sarah Schauer vines

*Bev's POV*

•°• The same day •°•

"C'mon Rich, pick up..." I muttered into my phone as it kept ringing.

"Hey, it's Richie 'Trashmouth' Tozier! Leave a message after the beep beep."

"Richie, you better fucking answer my calls. Something's up, I can tell. It's Bev by the way." I said and hung up.

Sighing, I walked over to the couch, where Ben was watching some tv.

"Hey Bee. You ok?"

"No," I said and plopped down next to him. "Richie won't answer his phone, him and Stan are definitely hiding something and nobody's heard from Eddie in weeks." I cuddled into Ben.

"I'm sure everything's ok, Bev. But it is kinda weird...Stan and Richie have been sharing all these secret looks and talking alone."

"I know. I mean, Losers aren't supposed to hide anything! Once Richie came out, we made sure everyone knew that we would stick together. No matter what."

"Welllll there's bigger problems than that." Ben said and smirked.

"Oh?" I smiled back at him. "Like what?"

"Like that fact that you're gonna get attacked."

"Wh-what?" I asked in shock. After everything with my dad and that fucking clown, I barely trusted anyone. This does NOT help.

"Yeah, you're getting attacked...BY THE TICKLE MONSTER!" Ben yelled and started running his fingers up my side.

I instantly started shrieking and laughing, forgetting my previous worries.

"N-no, Ben! St-stop!" I giggled as he climbed on top of me and tickled me more. "Y-you're gonna m-make me p-piss myself, asshole!"

Suddenly, his fingers brushed a spot on my hip. I yelped in pain and instinctively slapped him across the face.

He stopped immediately and his fingertips brushed against his cheek, which was getting redder by the second. I felt tears forming in my eyes and I backed up from under him.

"Ben, I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean to do that, you just...touched a sensitive spot." Realization flickered in his eyes and I knew he understood.

When my dad used to beat me, he would always pinch that one spot on my hip; hard. It was bad, and I formed a permanent mark there.

It's pretty much scarred over, but I always get flashbacks whenever someone touches it or if I see it. Ben asked about it once on a date back in Derry.

We were swimming in the Quarry and he could see it. I mean, it's hard to miss. It's a big purple-black splotch etched into my skin.

Ben knows about it, and he knows how sensitive I am about it. Part of thought that he touched it on, purpose. That he wanted to hurt me. But a more rational side was telling me that it was an accident.

"Hey, Bev don't be sorry. I'm the one who should be apologizing." Ben said warmly, and I knew it was definitely an accident. "Are you ok? I know you get bad memories..."

Images of everything dad did flashed in my head. Him beating me, touching me, or even just trying to get in my head. He would manipulate me so much, but I never believed him. I knew I didn't deserve that pain.

"I'm ok, Ben," I smiled at my boyfriend. "Buuuuuut, to make up for it, you have to make me a sandwich!"

"Anything for you, m'lady!" Ben got up and bowed to me, then walked into the kitchen.

*Bill's POV*

I had barely gotten two steps in my house when the phone rang.

"Denbrough-Uris residency, B-"

"Stan, you took so fucking long to answer! You and Richie won't answer me, you dickbags!" Bev's voice screamed through the speaker.

"Bev? This is Bill, I just home."

"Oh, hey Bill. Can you go get your boyfriend?! He wouldn't pick up."

That's weird...he should be home.

"Sure, just a second."

I set the phone down on the table and started calling out his name. But Stan didn't answer.

"Stan?" I said and knocked on our bedroom door. "You in here?" I opened the door, but Stan was nowhere in sight.

Panicking, I walked back to the phone.

"B-Bev, he's n-not here."

"What? I thought they were both just ignoring me... Where could they be?"

"Th-they could b-be checking on Eddie? Meet m-me here in 10, th-then we'll head o-out to his place, ok?"

"Ok, thanks Bill. Bye!" Bev hung up the phone and I sat down, suddenly very light headed.

My breathing started picking up. I knew this was a panic attack, I have them a lot when I get bad dreams.

"What if Stan got hurt?" I whispered to myself. "And it's all my fault, just like with Georgie."

I whimpered quietly and brought my knees to my chest. I was loosing my breath faster and faster.

I felt tears falling down my cheeks. I know it's silly, but I can't let Stan get hurt, especially on my watch.

I hate this. I hate not knowing where Stan is. He knows this, why would he leave me alone without telling me? Unless he didn't get a chance to tell me because something bad happened.

Oh shit, what if something BAD happened?! He could've been on his way to pick me up, trying to surprise me. And someone could've, like, knocked him out and taken him. Or what if they beat him up, and he's passed out on Main Street?

My breath caught in my chest as the next thought I had- what if Stan killed himself?

I know he's ok now and he hasn't cut in a while. But what if it was all an act, and he really wasn't ok? And it all got to be too much, and he...he-

I was sobbing uncontrollably now. If Stan killed himself and I didn't know because I was at fucking WORK, I don't even know what I'd do. It's all my fault, he's probably gone now and it's my fault.

I heard a knocking on the door followed by Bev's voice calling out to me. But I didn't care. I let my thoughts spiral, and now I'm convinced Stan's dead.

"Bill, answer the door, you're freaking me out!" Bev shouted, but I didn't move. I was too freaked out to do anything but sob and shake.

"Ok, I'm coming in," she said and started to open the door. I just kept sobbing into my hands. "Bill...what's going on?" Bev sat down on the floor in front of me.

"P-panic attack. St-Stan's missing, h-he could b-be hurt." I rambled on, stuttering.

"Just take deep breaths for me Bill, ok? In and out, deep breaths."

I followed her instruction and my breaths starting slowing down.

"Keep going...you're doing great. Everything is ok, Bill."

After a couple minutes, I'd finally calmed down.

"You ok now?" Bev asked.

"Yeah. Thank you so much, I'm sorry you had to had to see that."

"Hey," she said, grabbing my hand. "You don't have to be sorry. I'm gonna be here for you, Bill. No matter what," I smiled down at her. "Now, let's go find those idiots."