A Clown's Daughter

Chapter 13- A Night at the Inn

I made sure my hair was okay and my makeup was off as we arrived at the Inn. I changed my white dress into a white AC/DC shirt and jeans. I put on black combat boots and took off my white gloves.

"I'm not ready for this," I said, taking a deep breath.

"Too bad," Georgie said.

"Georgie?" Bill called.

"Actually, it's me," I said, walking into the lounge area. "Hi, guys."

"You're real, right?" Eddie asked, his face filled with shock.

"I can assure you, I'm real," I smiled.

"But- but, you're dead," Bev stammered.

"I'm not sure how I'm alive, I just know that I woke up a couple hours ago, realized I'm an adult, found out Stan's dead, and saved your asses from that dinner," I explained. "Dad's back, isn't he?"

Mike nodded. "And I already know how to kill him," Mike added.

"What? The ritual that was used thousands of years ago that almost worked?" I questioned.

"Exactly," Mike showed me the artifact. "But, right now, we need sleep. I'll show you what you need to do in the morning."

I nodded and started to walk out of the room.

"Not so fast," Georgie pulled me back into the room.

"(Y/n)?" Mike looked up at me.

"Hm?" I hummed.

"Room Two-Seventeen," Mike said simply, but I knew exactly what he meant.

"Thanks, Mikey," I said before walking up the stairs.

I looked at the room numbers until I found his room. I knocked softly on the door three times.

"Go away, Bill. I don't want to talk about it," Richie said as I heard another sob.

I unlocked the door using my powers and carefully opened the door. Richie was sitting on the end of his bed, not looking up. I heard another sob come from him and my eyes softened.

"Gee, that's a great way to greet your supposedly-dead girlfriend after twenty-seven years," I said with a quiet giggle.

Richie looked up in surprise and stared at me for a moment. I slowly walked over to him and he stood up, embracing me as soon as I stood in front of him. He held me tightly as a sob escaped his throat. He buried his head into my shoulder and I felt tears stain my shirt. "Hi, Richie," I said quietly.

"Hey, (Y/n)," Richie said brokenly, holding me tighter. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too, Tozier," I smiled as I ran my fingers through his hair.

"Twenty-seven years," Richie said quietly when he calmed down.

"I was asleep, like Dad. I wasn't trying to avoid you or anything," I assured him.

"I know," Richie breathed. "You're still so beautiful," he pulled away, staring into my eyes.

"I still love you," I whispered.

Richie smashed his lips onto mine, almost bruising but gentle at the same time. I instantly raised my hands to his hair, combing through the curly locks. I looked at the door and closed it with my powers, closing my eyes again to continue the kiss. I smiled as he placed his hands on my back and nipped at his lip lightly. He traced the waistband of my jeans and I let out a slight moan.

I pushed him back into the bed, smiling. He tried to get up, but I held him down by his shoulders.

"Are you okay with this?" I crawled on top of him.

"I've been wanting to do this since we were eighteen," Richie leaned up and whispered in my ear. "But you'll have to be a little quiet, babygirl."