Devil's Spawn (Richie Tozier x Fem! Reader) 2

•Thirty•

Word Count: 1033

Song for chapter 30 - "You'll Always Find Your Way Back Home" from Hannah Montana.

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I was looking out of the car window as we drove to our new home. I had almost forgotten my ipod, but thankfully I found it. Otherwise, I would have had to listen to the cheesy love songs my parents put on the car radio for the whole trip. We were going to live in Seattle from now on. The rainy, cold place of America. Rain isn't as bad, as you think it may be. It's actually quite peaceful (which Derry WAS NOT) and soothing. It makes you drowsy. However, the cold? It's great for people that think they're cool (haha pun) for walking around without appropriate clothes for the cold weather, but the human naturally is a heat-seeking creature. It means despite how much a person would hate heat, they couldn't survive without it (unless it feels like a hell duplicate).

The car drive would have been approximately two days, if we hadn't taken any stops. Thankfully, some of our relatives were living halfway in our trip, so we crashed at their place for a night. I had to sleep alone on the couch, so forgive me for not feeling safe when I stumbled into the kitchen at 4AM to get a glass of water in the dark. After we had slept one night at their place, we continued our journey. It was one pit stop at a gas station that made me feel REALLY unsafe. I saw a red balloon flying by and it sparked painful fear in me. I saw a kid running after it, crying about how his balloon was floating away, so I thought maybe it was the kid's balloon they brought at the station (instead of a certain clown's). I dismissed any thoughts like that, trying to leave my past life back at Derry. However, I couldn't help but feel uneasy as we left the gas station.

It was one late afternoon that we had arrived in Seattle. As expected, it was raining. It wasn't heavy rain, it was more of a sprinkle, but it still was rain either way! I admired the city's buildings and views. It was actually quite nice. When we arrived at our house, my jaw mentally dropped. The place we were going to live in resembled a mansion.

"Mom! Can we even afford this?!" I asked in disbelief.

"Last time, we chose to live in a smaller house - not because we were poor, we just wanted something more humble. Now that we moved out, why not something less humble?" My mom shrugged her shoulders. I guess I never really acknowledged how much money I-my parents had. It just never struck me as an interesting conversation topic to make.

My dad unlocked the front door and I rushed in first to check out the house. As expected (obviously) it was big from the inside as it had been from the outside. Most of the walls were white and the floors either brown or black. There were three floors. I decided on my room in the second floor. The walls were coincidentally my favorite color.

"Which school am I going to go to?" I asked my parents as we had all settled on the big living room couch on the first floor.

"Kalama high school. It's going to be a two hour drive every morning," My dad replied.

"Wh-"

"Don't worry, dad's just messing with you. It's a bit less than that. Plus, the lessons start later than they did in Derry, so it won't be that bad." Mom hit dad's shoulder.

I sighed (this is like the 651689486562 time in this book). Maybe living here wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Y/N, I wanted to tell you about this since you love arcades. There's one near your school, so whenever you can't get home straight away - you can spend some time there." My dad informed me.

"Awesome!" I exclaimed and went to my chosen bedroom. I put my stuff in the room and decided to go outside and check out the city.

"Mom, can I ride around the city for a bit? I want to check out our neighbourhood." I asked my mom, gesturing to my bike, which was still standing outside.

"Of course, but be sure to remember where you went, so you can make your way back!" The mom responded, her memories of the attempted suicide fading. The daughter had almost forgotten it too. It was just the beginning.

I hopped on my bike and decided to go to the right from my house. I saw a playground with some kids playing there, despite the rain. Then there was a small restaurant, which was quite packed with cars and people. I saw plenty of malls before I decided to go back. I looked to my left and almost crashed into a trash bin.

There was a kid with glasses and dark messy hair. He looked a lot like Richie, but almost nothing like him at the same time. He looked way younger than Richie. I couldn't help but to wonder what he did after I left. Did he even care? Did he miss me?

"MISS, WATCH OUT!" The kid yelled out, snapping me out of my daze. There was a car headed towards me and I avoided it, missing it by a few centimetres. I sighed in relief, turning around to thank the kid, but he was already gone. Maybe I'm hallucinating.

I drove back home, thankful to have made it back in one piece. I had arrived just in time as my mom had made us dinner. I put my bike to stand and went inside the house.

~Tiny epilogue~

As life in Seattle passed by for Y/N and her family, any and every memories of IT and Derry slowly faded over time. Her parents grew old and happy. Y/N graduated, moved out of her parents' home and got herself a new house with the money she got from her decent job. It was as if something drove her to this dream-like life, that she would have a hard time saying goodbye to it when it was time to return to her true home.

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As most of you probably could tell, this chapter was pretty forced. Anyway, before I start writing the third book of the series - I have one question. Would you all want to know about her past life in Seattle before Mike called? Or should I keep the information to a minimum? For example, what happened at school etc. What type of emojis do you like best?