inevitable - stanley uris x reader

chapter ten - i'll go

You weren't wrong about that night.  It had been a pretty good one.  Your mother was home from work, for the first time in what felt like centuries, while your father was away on one of his excursions.  Your mother had cooked dinner for you and Richie last night, which was a rare, yet welcome occurrence in the Tozier household.  

In fact, it was a suspiciously nice night.  There was no interruptions from your father, no quandaries between you and your brother, and not even a mention of the Bowers Gang.

But now it was the next day, and you were getting ready to meet the other boys at the quarry.  You slipped a yellow sundress on, the pleated fabric adorned with discreet floral patterning.  You buttoned it around your waist, smoothing out the v-neck as you made your way over to the vanity that sat in the corner of your modest room.  You plopped down in front of the dusty mirror, grabbing your new comb off of the counter.  You furiously tore through your locks, as you did everyday, in a futile attempt to brush out the many tangles that found their home in your hair.  Eventually, your mass of h/c had reached what you considered to be a satisfactory state, and you pushed yourself off of the chair, grabbing your bookbag that was filled with a novel and a few bags of snacks you had stolen from the pharmacy a few days back.  You skipped out of your bedroom door and towards the staircase, running your hand along the banister as you made your way down the flight of steps.  

"Richie, c'mon!  We're gonna be late!" No response.  "Ah, for fucks sake Ri-"  Your sentence was cut short as your eyes landed on your father, who was rocking back in fourth in an armchair, gaze pinned on you.  

"Wentwor- I mean, father," Your hands grew sweaty at your slip-up.  "W-What are you doing here?" You asked him in a meek voice.  

He pushed himself out of the armchair and began to stalk towards you, a threatening air about him despite the neutral expression that rested on his face.  

"Well, my trip finished early, so I would have to come home if my little excursion was over, wouldn't I?"  He questioned in an overly articulate way, his voice coaxing. 

"Besides, I think I may be finished traveling for a bit.  I think I'm going to spend a bit of time at home, you know, with the family," He said, putting emphasis on his last word. 

 Your eyes widened just a fraction.  'Home? As in, he's going to stay here? More?'  You gulped a bit.

"Well, come give your father a hug.  I mean, aren't you excited to see me?" He said, smiling at you in a way that insinuated gentleness, but seemed to mask feelings of anger and malice. 

You nodded hesitantly, moving towards the menacing man that stood in front of you.  You awkwardly wrapped your arms around his waist, taking note of the possessive way in which he held your head.  He pulled away from you, to your relief.  

"Now, where are you going pumpkin?"  You froze at his words, trying to concoct a lie.  

"I- ah," you stammered as he quirked a brow at you.  You gulped, preparing for what you were about to say.

"T-The quarry," you said.  'I suppose there's no use in lying to him, he'll get mad at you either way,' you thought to yourself.

"The quarry?" He returned.  "With your brother and those... boys?" He continued, spitting out the last word in a disgusted manner.

"Yes father," you said, figuring it was better to simply tell him the truth rather than lie or make some clever remark.

"And tell me.. be honest.. what are you going to be wearing, sweetheart?" He asked you.

"Just this, father," You said, gesturing slightly to your dress.

"You're going to swim in a dress?" he said, his voice sarcastic.  He knew you were bluffing.