Demons | Bill Denbrough

7. Mommy

Richie and Peter were the next people after Beverly and Ben to enter the Town House.

The adults immediately questioned who Peter was.

Richie was the one to answer, "His name's Peter and he's Bill and Kat's kid."

Beverly looked to the teenager. "You're Peter Denbrough?" she questioned.

Peter nodded while Richie told him, "Well, kid. It was nice meeting you but I'm leaving."

"But my mom and dad-" Peter spoke.

"They'll be here soon but as soon as you find them, you gotta fucking leave. Remember everything I told you," Richie replied, jogging upstairs with Ben following, badgering him with questions.

Beverly took a moment to look over Peter. She saw it from the picture at the restaurant previously but in person, she saw the many similarities between him and Bill.

She took a step forward, outstretching her hand towards him. "Hi, I'm one of your parent's friends. My name's-"

"Beverly Rogan," Peter finished, taking her hand and shaking it lightly. "I know, my mom's obsessed with your clothing line."

"Beverly Marsh," she corrected before glancing at his slight rugged state and his backpack on his shoulder. "Um, Peter, I'm not sure if you should be here. Your mom and dad-"

"Are here because of a killer clown," Peter finished. "Richie told me a lot walking me here."

Beverly looked slightly taken back at that, expecting the teenager to call them all crazy so she said, "Look, I know it sounds insane and-"

He spoke three words with an anxious tone:

"I believe you."

Beverly's face was washed over with shock because that was the last thing she'd thought she would hear from him.

Beverly sat beside Peter who sunk on the stairs last step. "Why?" she couldn't help but ask. "It sounds like some scary you'd hear around the campfire."

"Yeah, it does," he agreed. "But-"

"But?" she questioned.

He sighed. He didn't tell Richie what he's been dealing with but now that he thought it over, maybe he should've.

Peter's eyes moved down to stare at the dirt on his sneakers. "Ever since I was little, for as long as I can remember..." The thought he was about to speak out loud caused his stutter to return. "I've had these d-d-dreams, more like nightmares every t-time I go sleep. There was this clown nearly every time and h-h-he'd...eat kids alive...I never told my dad or my mom because I was scared of what they might think..." He took a deep shaky breath. "I googled Derry on the way here and ch-ch-checked their missing people cases. Half of the kids I dreamt about was from this town and were missing."

Beverly didn't dare to say a word. She knew exactly what he was going through because she has been having dreams about people dying since she left Derry but for as long as he could remember? God, for all she knew, he could've been having these nightmares since he was born or maybe in his toddler years.

She knew her reason why she was having her nightmares but why Peter and why so young?

Was it because he was technically born into the loser's club and IT has been infesting his mind ever since or... She didn't know, there were endless reasons she could think of.

"When I reached 10," Peter continued. "I saw my uncle die too. George, Georgie, and my parents never told me how he died."

"What do you remember from that?" Beverly asked.