The Quiet Girl | Stanley Uris x Reader

memories

song above reminds me of this chapter ^^
warning - just be careful man
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STANLEY'S POV

I breathe in before continuing the ending of the scroll, “...may' ansho sheh' la'zeh.”

I glance up at Richie who was cheering me on silently, the chairs next to him cold from Bill, Georgie, & Y/N not showing up.
I know Bill and I got into an altercation but he promised he would come. I never expected for Y/N to come just from the yelling match her father gave me at the Neibolt house.

“Stanley.” My eyes snapped up to the Rabbi who was eager for my speech.

I start my speech, voice shaking, hands trembling, “Well, when you're a kid you think the universe revolves around you. That you'll always be protected and cared for. That you'll always have the same friends you had when you were twelve. Then one day something bad happens and you realize that's not true. Suns go out and animals go extinct like whole nations and kill people they don't like and none of it seems to matter. That's why our friends and faith and family are so important. We matter. Even if, to the universe we're too small to notice. But when you're a kid, the monsters see you as weaker, you don't even know they are getting closer until it is too late. You open your eyes and you just want to die. When you become a man, it isn't learning to drive, or to drink, it is about learning to not give a shit. I know I'm a loser, but I always fucking will be.”

Richie starts clapping and I feel... terrible. I thought I would feel great, I mean I am a man now. My parents looked at me with hatred.

Y/N'S POV

The sound of a gunshot hitting a sheep and the face of a boy who couldn't be more numb.

A boy sitting alone at the dinner table, parents disappointed in him.

A girl eyeing the spot of blood on her bathroom floor, memories flooding her mind.

I woke up covered in sweat, the images playing back in my head. Great, it happened again.

I groaned as the pain in my stomach settled in. Fuck, what a summer. Meeting the boys, fighting Bowers, getting internal bleeding twice, passing out dozens of times, having my first kiss, falling in love, standing up to my father, and then getting locked in my room for the past two weeks.

I stood up carefully, holding my stomach. The bandages was tinted red with blood, in just my bra and underwear I stood in front of my mirror looking at the bruises, at the blood, and the mess I was. My eyes still tinted white from my nightmare.

I hadn't seen anyone in so long, the only clothing I would put on was Stanley's sweater, trying to keep the memories that threatened to run away. I put it on trying to gain them back.

Walking around my room, small memories of Stanley and I came flooding back. The large scrape on my bedside table from when my father caught me talking to Stanley late at night. The window where he snuck in that morning to make sure I was okay. My closet, where he hid when my dad heard noises in my room. His sweater stuck to my body, and the white dress that still had blood from Ben on the bottom was on the floor never to be worn again. I looked out my window, seeing the point up my street where I kissed him.

Falling in love was harder than I thought. It was harder to breathe and it was harder to stay alive.

A knock at my window startled me but I knew exactly who it was. I unlocked my window and Stanley opened it up.

“I missed you,” He breathed out, stepping towards me. His suit was missing the jacket that made him look like a little boy, his hair was a mess of curls that were produced from probably running.

“Stanley, I-I'm sorry about the Neibolt house. I-I,” He gave me a small smile. Chills ran down my body, causing me to shiver even with the warmth surrounding me.

“Y/N, it's okay, I should of told you because I love you.” I blinked up at him not sure if that was the truth. The chills hit me again and I backed away. Stanley gave me a sharp toothed smile, every bone in my body lurched backwards trying to save myself.

“But does he love you enough?“ His eyes shifted from the soft brown to a dark red. The same red of the clown that pretended to be my dead mother.

He grimaced towards me and I fell back hitting the edge of my bed. He leaned over me with fear itching at my skull. “It's okay Y/N. Beverly will be right there with you.”

Ben kissed her.
He kissed her.
She woke up.
But what about me?
Did I wake up?

“Your eyes are already turning white Y/N.”

hii my loves !! this is the new update, it isn't anything big but it leaves you on a slight cliffhanger. there will be a second book when this one ends. anyways, i love you xx