A Player's First Choice // Stenbrough

042 / Whimpers

"And if you tell anyone what's happening you're dead...got it?"

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—Bill's POV
I climb out of the window quickly. Making my way to the car and leaving.

"What the f-fuck?" I notice my vision getting blurry with tears. "Why the fuck am I c-crying?" I mumble wiping them away quickly.

My hand reaches for something in the passenger seat. His hand isn't there.

"S-Shit." I park on the side of the road, my hands pulling at my hair gently. "Fuck n-no..." I sit on the curb as the tears fall more freely and plentiful. I whimper loudly, not caring if anyone hears.

"Bill?" I turn my head sharply. The tears continue to fall. Someone from school looks at me weirdly. "Fuck off..." I stand up, making my way towards the person.

"And if you tell anyone what's happening you're dead...got it?" The person scoffs before waking away.

No, the tears have not stopped. My emotions drained as anger filled my veins. Sitting back in the car. I reach for a hand again, only to figure out it's not there.

I sit in silence. Listening to my own sniffles and sobs before parking.

I get a phone call.

Eddie

E: Hey...are you okay?

B: Yeah...needed to go home anyways
I try to sound as normal as I can.

E: Are you sure?

B: I'm fine Eddie. I don't lie

E: oh okay good n-

I hang up quickly before another small sob can escape.

I fumble with my keys, unlocking the door. Stripping as I make my way to the shower.

— shower / Thursday 12:14 am

"F-Fuck." I wipe the soap from my eye. "I c-can't be s-stuttering...it's supposed to b-b-be- fuck!" I whimper turning the water off and grabbing my phone quickly.

—call

Speech therapist -Sp

Sp: Bill? Do you know what time it is?

B: I n-need help
I whimper

Sp: Are you crying? What's wrong?

B: P-Please. I can't g-go to school l-like this

Sp: I can magically fix it overnight Bill. It's gonna take some sessions.

B: N-No...
I whimper sliding down my wall. Hanging up quickly.

"Bill? Where are you?" I hear a voice. It startles me. "His clothes are everywhere." Another one appears.

"Bill?" They open the bathroom door, I stifle my cries as tears weld in my eyes.

"Shit Bill." Richie pulls me up, hugging me close.

Now. I feel a lot smaller than him.