Blood Rose (Completed)

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Katherine's POV

(There will be more chapters from Katherine's POV from now on. Also, please read the Trigger Warnings above each chapter. I don't want to trigger people so I do mention it above every chapter. From now on, it will more or less follow the storyline of Chapter II and well...I don't have to say the trigger warnings are needed. Thank you and please enjoy xx)

Mike had been talking to her non-stop about the clown and Robert Gray. Katherine stared at him wide-eyed and still in shock about what happened. She hardly moved from the spot she was still standing where the balloon had popped. A thousand questions ran through her mind and her rational side blamed it all on the pills she took.

"Robert's just a man," she stammered when Mike fell silent to gauge her reaction to his story. "He isn't some...psycho clown. I went to his house, I didn't see a clown suit, Mike."

She felt the hysterical laughter bubbling up from beneath her chest and tried to stop it. She failed. The laughter escaped her ; wild and loud. Her head back in her neck and Katherine couldn't stop.

"I'm sorry," she tried, tears streamed from the corner of her eyes. "I think I'm really going insane."

Mike bit his lip and his features turned sad and serious at once.

"I have pictures of him," he suddenly spoke, breaking Katherine's hysterical fit. "I have pictures of Robert Gray in all his forms. From Pennywise to the old Balloon seller on fairs. To his form of the young Gray."

Katherine glanced at him, wiped her tears away and shook her head.

"I'm going home, Mike. Make an appointment with my Psychiatrist, go to sleep."

She was already turning around on her heels when the librarian grabbed her arm.

"Look at the pictures. You can't go home. I know you're in danger. Gray will come for you," he snapped harshly. 

She looked at his fingers around her elbow back to his face and pulled herself loose out of his grip.

"I suggest you sleep too," she countered back, rubbing the spot on her elbow where he'd grabbed her. "I'll pass by Robert in the morning. You're crazy, Mike. Robert's just a guy."

He did it again, pure out of fear because Katherine could read the desperation in his gaze. Mike grabbed her again and Katherine took a few steps back away from him.

"Let go of me," she murmured. "I promise to come back tomorrow and look at your books and pictures," she tried.

Mike let her go and nodded.

"Take them with you," he said and gestured to the books on the table. "Don't go to his house on Neibolt Street. He'll kill you. He's back, Katherine. IT wants blood. My friends will arrive somewhere tomorrow. You should meet them."

"Uhu," was all she said with an eyebrow raised, already picking up some books just to please him. "Sure, Mike."

Right before she wanted to leave the library, he took her by the shoulder and Katherine sighed angrily.

"What?"

"Didn't you lose a sibling 27 years ago? Isn't that why your parents moved out of Derry?"

Katherine gasped.

"You searched into my family history?"

Mike looked guilty and she felt the furious heat spreading on her cheeks. The books were clamped into her arms and Katherine shook her head.