IT Fanfic/Imagine!!

Chapter 5

Avery closed his eyes, trying his best to sleep. He kept seeing visions of Belch holding him down, Henry laughing in the distance, Peter penetrating his body. He gasped, holding the tears back once more. Holding his breath, he looked at his door. Whenever Avery had nightmares, he would sleep with his brother. His brother had always been there for him in times like these, or so it seemed. Avery gripped onto his bedsheets, shaking his head. He didn't need Patrick's help.

An hour passed. 2 hours. 3 and then 4. Avery stared blankly at the ceiling. He could see the woods so vividly, it was as if he had still been there. Patrick had left him, alone. Beaten up from the very people he looked up to. Avery had cried so much, it seemed like he had no more tears left to shed. Then... his door creaked open.

Avery's gut dropped. There stood the very figure he had been cursing over the last hour. Could Patrick hear his thoughts? What did he want now?! The body of his brother creeped over to his bedside, sitting on the edge. His eyes never left Avery's. The eyes of a cat in heat. Avery shuddered, perfectly understanding what this had meant. Patrick smirked, "Sit up, its time to play."

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Avery sat still, it was almost like he wasn't breathing. His cereal was left untouched. Flies flew around the bits of corn flake. "Honey? Why aren't you eating?" The mother worriedly asked. Her voice was quiet, lowered to nearly a whisper. Avery was dead silent. Nothing could be heard other than the sound of a clock ticking not too far away.

"Mom...?" His innocent voice cracked with sobs, "Patrick... touched me..." The mother froze, gulping in disbelief. She immediately forced a smile and faced her 8-year old son. Avery began to shake in fear, "He... he touched me, momma! He touched me! He-" "It's normal, sweetie." Avery's heart stopped. His mother laughed nervously, "Patrick does what he wants, we can't stop him~ If he wants to... to touch you... it's ok!!" Avery sulked in horror, "But mommy he did it!! He-" "We can't stop him, sweetie! Patrick can do anything he wants! Patrick will kill us if we don't let him. Please sweetie do this for mommy-" The Morher's smile began to crumble, tears welling up her eyes as Avery screamed, "WHY WON'T YOU HELP ME!" Panic filled the air as Avery jumped out of his seat. He ran as fast as he could to the front door, opening it only to see Patrick on the other side, holding a bloody knife.

"Tell one more person and I'll skin you alive, lil brother..."

Avery stepped back into the house slowly. His breath quickened and he whimpered loudly. Stammering his words, Avery watched him. Patrick smiles, walking past him. Avery felt him brush against his shoulder and blushed, feeling his gut twist. Avery fell onto his knees, crying softly. He sniffled hot tears as the sob clogged his throat. He felt like he was choking, he felt like he was trapped.

...The only person he could trust now...

was George Denbrough.