(Second book to It: Chapter I - It Begins)
Exactly 27 years after the events of the summer of 1989, when a group of children founded the losers club in Derry, strange things started to happen again in the city. A young man, after being beaten by a h...
,,Lia?",Patty asked with a sniffling voice.,,Hey, Patty. Is Stan there? I gotta ask you guys something. Could you take care of Liam for a few days please? I know it's spontaneous but I would really appreciate it.",I rattled down in one breath. This nagging feeling, which I mentioned earlier, was still there. Stronger than before. Patty let out a cry and my brows furrowed in concern.,,I'm s-sorry, Lia. But... He has passed.",she told me and I had to sit down. No... this wasn't true. Stan was... he could never...,,Oh my god... I am so sorry Patty. Is there anything I could do?",I asked, holding back my emotions.,,No, just... I don't think that it would be a good idea if Liam stayed here.",she said as I bit my lip.,,Yea... No, I get it. I am so sorry for this. If you need anything, just call me. Ok?",I assured her and got a quiet yes as an answer. Then we hung up.
,,Fuck!",I cursed loudly as my emotions took over. Tears were running down my face and I didn't know what to do. Stan was my rock. He was there for me whenever he could. Cheered us up and now... I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe that he was dead. Why did it happen? What happened? Why today?,,The call... the memories.",I thought as I tried to put the pieces together. By now, I was a sobbing mess.,,Stan... why?",I asked quietly and heard the door open.,,Mommy?",Liam asked, coming in. I wiped at my face, trying to look strong but I couldn't.,,Is everything alright?",he inquired, walking over to the bed and getting on it. I shook my head and had to take deep breaths before I could tell him anything.
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,,We're going on a trip. I wanted to go alone and you would've stayed with Uncle Stan and Aunt Patty but you can't.",I started, after I had calmed down a little. There was no way that I wanted to take him with me but I had to. The babysitter didn't come now and I couldn't just leave him alone. I hated myself for lying to him and not being honest with him about my past. It was just safer for him this way.,,Why? Did something happen?",he asked, looking at me. Tears were again, streaming down my face.,,Uncle Stan, is in heaven now. I don't know what happened. But he'll be watching over us, like your grandpa.",I told him and saw the sadness in his eyes. He hugged me and started crying as well. I stroked his back and we sat there in silence.
,,Where are we going?",Liam inquired after a while.,,My hometown. Derry, Maine.",I told him, wanting to puke when I said that name. His face lit up a little bit.,,Am I going to meet Uncle Henry?",he said excitedly but still sad. I nodded and meant:,,We'll see but you gotta go pack now. It's a long way." Liam nodded and kissed my cheek, hugging me tightly before jogging into his room. He reminded me so much of Stan and it hurt that Liam would never see him again and had to grow up without him. I still sniffled as I packed a few more things because I now had to take my son with me.,,Oh Lord... Watch over us with Stanley.",I mumbled and left my room with my two bags....
Now
That was yesterday before Liam and I left to drive to Derry. Was I comfortable taken my son with me to the place where I almost died? No, not even in the slightest but I had to and he'd be with me for most of the time. I already told him the rules.
