The Quiet Girl | Stanley Uris x Reader

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song above is pretty snazzy :)
warning - normal IT stuff
EACH POV IS LIKE REALLY SHORT
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BILL'S POV

She always told me not to call her at home. Never call her at home, especially never call her when her dad was home. I needed to.

“Hello?” Her voice came through the phone hesitantly. I smile softly, preparing my voice to speak to her.

“Hey. It's me.” I can hear her smile on the other side. The wondering came rushing through my bones.

“You know not to call me here... What happened to our signal?” My feet tap on the hard wood floor, almost drowning out the sounds of my parents arguing.

“You answered before I could hang up. You okay?” I was somewhat telling the truth. It was dangerous business calling without the signal.

“I'm fine,” Her voice sounded unsure but pushing it seemed scary enough.

“Y-You hear from anyone?” No one had spoken since the fight. We didn't forget about it the next day, hell, we haven't forgot about it for weeks.

“No, you?” I didn't answer, I had a feeling I didn't need to. The silence was deafening and it made my ears ring.

“Feel like doing something? I-I don't like you being alone,” I held back the stutters in my voice. Every second passing was another blood lurching moment.

Her breath was being blown into the speaker, “I don't like you being alone either. Usual spot? Ten minutes?”

I smile at the urgency, “See you then.” I place the phone down quickly and run out the door, trying to be there quick enough.

TIME SKIP - BEVERLY'S POV

My heart is pounding as I try to get the lock to catch. It won't, it fucking won't.

The door slams open and I can't hear the screaming anymore. I unknowingly grab the toilet top, smashing it over his head. My own father's head.

He slumps forward. Almost hitting his head on the bathtub. As soon as he hit the floor, blood gushed from every faucet, the sink, the bathtub, coming out of the toilet, even coming through the cracks of the floor.

I ran towards the door slamming it open being faced with a very happy Pennywise. Each red balloon he held in his hand was released and headed towards the ceiling. The loud popping from when they hit the ceiling releasing blood showering over her.

“Come on Bevvie.”

BILL'S POV

Outside of her apartment, it was almost 15 minutes past the time she asked to meet. Where the hell was she?

I made a quick decision, “Come on Bev.” I climbed the fire escape, climbing in her house scrambling around to find her.

I cracked the bathroom door opened where the Losers once all stood, it was filled with blood and an unconscious Mr. Marsh on the ground.

“Beverly! Beverly!” Come on Bill, find her. I found myself breaking her bedroom door open, blood on her wall reading, “YOU'LL DIE IF YOU TRY!” Every bone in my body shook, he got her.

TIME SKIP - RICHIE'S POV

I kicked the arcade game before inserting another coin starting the game again. My character fucking died again. I punched the buttons before I felt fingers tap on my shoulders, “Finally! Anyone wanna watch me--”

I got cut off by a yell that could only be from Bill, “Richie!”

I turned around smoke coming out of my ears, what the hell did he want now? I look at him with anger beating at my brain.

“It got Beverly.” I felt my heart beat out of my chest. He got Beverly. How the fuck is she still alive? Our eyes connected for a split second and I could feel the fear radiating from him as well.

“I'll call Eddie and Stanley. You get Ben and Mike.. We'll meet up at the standpipe.”
He let out a dangerous breath and I knew that our anger towards one another was gone.

I heard him stutter out a quiet “T-Thanks.”

“Hey-” I put my hand on his shoulder, “-what are friends for, right?” He nodded before running out with Bill, letting his character get beat to shit. Hopefully that wasn't a sign of what was happening.

EDDIE'S POV

“Meet you there,” My voice rang through the phone before Richie hung up leaving me in silence.

I look at the mirror in front of me locking eyes with myself.
Can I do this?
Can I?
I can.

My mother enters the room, licking food she previously ate off her fingers. “And just where do you think your off to?”

“Out with my friends,” I say looking down at my feet waiting for her answer.

“No sweetie, you can't go. You're still getting over your sickness, remember?”

I snap my head up to her face, “My sickness? What sickness, Ma?” I walk to the pantry ripping out the bag from the pharmacy, throwing the untouched medication to the ground.
“Know what these are!? They're gazebos! They're bullshit!”

She reaches out the hold me, “No, they help you, Eddie. They help me. You were born so early, you were so delicate and fragile that I had to protect you--”

I snap my shoulders away from her, “How can any of this help me-” I stop rambling before I realize what she was really hiding from me.
“The only people looking out for me were my friends... You made me turn my back on them when I really needed them... But now they need me so I’m going.”

I pushed past her running to the door and I hear her screaming, “EDDIE! EDDIE! YOU GET BACK HERE! DON’T DO THIS TO ME EDDIE!”

I slam open the door and grab my bike which sits in the front yard before heading off.

Y/N'S POV

I can feel Beverly's body floating next to mine, she could probably see how they were gonna die. I watched them over and over again, some of those memories did not follow the ones I had when I passed out.

Were these memories of them dying or was this just what It wanted to happen?

He wanted this.

    
 hii my pretty people !! we are getting close to the ending. i wanted to thank you all for the support. so, thank you. i edited some of the old chapters so if you reread that might be why it is different. i love you all and i can't wait for you guys to see the ending and the next book !! have a good morning / evening / night !! xxx