Reach For The Stars

chpt 26

After the fiasco with the Loser's Club, the girl had went home, doing her usual routine. Her night of rest seemed worse than being at the horrible house. Whenever she would close her eyes, she'd see just what Bill had told her.

James her own brother, being taken and eating by the clown.

She screamed and pleated as she was trapped in an open room. The whole square room made of open glass, no way in, no way out. Her brown eyes had to pear out, seeing the clown's large mouth open, and take a chunk out of her brother's shoulder.

The girl denied going to the arcade with Richie. After what happened  yesterday, and seeing how torn up she was, he understood, saying he'd drop by after.

The whole day consisted of watching her brother, cleaning, and eventually relaxing in a bath. Trying to get what happened yesterday, along with the horrible nightmares. At least she assumed they were nightmares, still in denial anything that happened was real. Trying to wrap her head around everything, every option came and flead from her mind.

Drugged, no one else was there, beside the four loosers.

Hallucination, nothing I did or ate was different than any other day.

Maybe I am dead?

That doesn't make sense, I highly doubt the afterlife has my father in it. My mom maybe, but definitely not my father.

Maybe I'm in hell? That would make sense why I see my father. James and Richie, I see James, and talked to both of them. Neither of them died, at least not my knowledge.

Shaking her head to rid of the thoughts, flooding her mind. With a sigh after about, an hour of trying to contemplate everything. Ultimately the girl came up with no logical conclusions.

A knock on the door, interrupts Kelsey's actions. "Keke, Richie's here!" James said through the closed door. The day had gone by in a blur, she didn't know it was already afternoon almost evening.

"Thanks bub, I'm coming out now," the girl begins to get out, and getting ready.

Meanwhile the boy who had came to see her, anxiously waits on her twin size bed. His hands running through his hair, pulling at his dark locks. His glasses has been discarded on her bed. Quickly he got up, rumming through the girl's closet, pulling out her box, that held her alcohol.

Quickly getting a can of beer, he sat back on her bed. Taking sips and gulps, as he waits for his girlfriend.

"Hey Richie," the girl's wet bleached blonde hair, falling over one of his Hawaiian he had left there, when he first spent the night. His eyes soften at the sight of her wearing his white  overshirt, that was buttoned and tied, letting her belly button peek out. Her pastel blue, short shorts, complimenting his shirt perfectly.

He basically runs to her, wrapping his arms around her frame. "I love you," his voice soft, whispering in her ear. Before he buries his face into her shoulder.

Smiling she hugs the boy back, "I love you too," on instinct her arms pull the boy closer. For once since the Well House she felt safe, not only for her but James as well. Pulling away she smiles to the boy, connecting their foreheads together. "Come on, I want to show you something," grabbing his hand, and going to get her brother.

"James come on, we're going to the place," she said with a wink, the boy squeals happily, grabbing her other hand. As the three set off to the unknown place, at least for Richie.

Walking to the outskirts of their small town, ducking into a empty field. Continuing to go farther into the field, and under a large tree. Reaveling a large space, completely covered by trees. Looking around Richie's eyes widened, not having known about this secret place.

"Yay, we haven't been here all summer Keke!" James cheers happily, as he runs around the empty space. An old loveseat to the side, along with two old beenbags. A record player on one side, a boombox on the other. The other side of the opening, a coffee table filled with children's books, and a couple of normal books. Under the coffe table hidden, two milk crates filled with music, each either filled with tapes, or records, along with two boxes of old toys.

"Welcome to our hideaway," the girl says with a smirk, turning to the awestruck boy. The boy was currently, playing with the lights that hung around the area.

"Damn, this is sick," Richie ment as a comment, his shoes hitting an old fluffy rung, that lay in the middle of the area.

"Sick is bad, this is cool!" James retorts, as he plays with his toys. The boy chuckles, and nods agreeing with the younger one. Taking a seat beside the girl, as they watch the young boy with a smile.

"So is this where you use to run off too?" He smirks, looking to her.

She looks at him, eyes wide, "W-wait I haven't done that f-for like a-a year," she responds, shocked.

"Yeah, specifically usually after Sunday Service," once again the boy smirks to her.

"You watched me?" She smirks back. The boy shrugs, putting his arm on the chair behind her.

"I mean not in a creepy way just like, you caught my eye," he shrugs.

Giggling softly, she lays her head against his shoulder. "Yeah, sure Four Eyes," she giggles enjoying the present for once.

For once she is not worrying about her father, or what happened at the Well House. Not only was this time enjoyable to her, but also for Richie. He wasn't worried about what was said at the arcade, by Henry and his goons.

The two teens were just there together, in what felt like their own little home. Far away from the rest of the world, and their individual problems. Safe and together, the only ones they needed in their lives, were with them, in their own Secret Hideaway.