inevitable - stanley uris x reader

chapter fourteen - thoughts

The next day, you were awoken to the sound of the shrill ringing of your telephone, the blush pink receiver vibrating as it pinged out across your room.  You groggily opened your eyes, grasping around and letting your hand settle on the phone.  You sat up as you brought the phone to your ear, body lethargic and sore from your nearly sleepless night.  

"Hello?"  You said into the receiver, trying your best to not sound so disoriented.  

"Hi N/n," a feminine voice responded.  "Uh, it's Beverly."

"Hey Bev, uh, is something wrong?  You sound sort of...rushed," you said, glancing at the clock next to you and seeing that it was around 9:30 in the morning.  

"I'm- I'm just.." she trailed off, causing you to furrow your brows in worry.

"Beverly, are you okay?  What happened, talk to me."

"Just.. can you come over?  Bring the other guys with you too, if you can," she said, her tone a bit more assertive.  

"Of course,"  You said, your voice soft and somewhat uncertain.

"Thanks.. I'm.. Thank you," she responded.

"Sure.. um, I'll be over in a few, okay?"  

You heard a hum of affirmation from your redheaded friend, and with that, you hung up the phone, still pondering over what could've happened to make her sound so.. spooked.  Of course she was still her ever confident self, but it was almost like there was some uncertainty seeping through her facade, a bit of her fearless front crumbling as she talked to you.  

'Well, I suppose I'll find out what she needs when I see her,' you thought to yourself as you forced yourself off of your mattress, leaving a mass of crumpled linens in your wake.  

You quickly got dressed, throwing a pair of lightly washed overalls over a red floral button up shirt that you had stolen from Richie's closet a while back.  You had made it a customary thing to steal shirts from him, as his clothes were just so much more comfortable than your own.  You knew he hated when you took his shirts, but that just made it all the more fun, at least you thought so. 

After running a comb through your hair and making sure that you looked at least decent, you toddled out of your room, knocking on Richie's door as you made your way down the hall.  

"Richie c'mon, we're going to Bev's!"  You called, finishing your sentence right as you began to descend the creaky staircase.  Your mother was at work, while your father was.. somewhere, so you hadn't really a care in the world as you grabbed a set of keys off of the table, humming a light tune as you stuffed them into your pocket.  

Well, you almost didn't have anything to worry about.  The events from last night still hung over you like a heavy raincloud, plaguing your thoughts and leaving you with an apparent sense of dread.  And Beverly... she sounded so scared.  Could it be possible that... no.  There's no way.. right?  

But with all the missing kids and the tense feeling that seemed to be hanging over the entirety of Derry, you couldn't completely dismiss the possibility that Beverly had something happen to her similar to what had occurred in your bathroom last night.  You could only hope that she wasn't forced to undergo what you had, and pray that she was alright and unharmed.  

After you had retrieved your set of keys, you made your way over to the downstairs bathroom, slowing your steps as you flicked on the light.  As the fluorescent bulb illuminated the room, you froze, the memories of last night rushing back to you, blocking out all other thoughts as they flooded your mind. 

You tensed up as you walked further into the room, hands clasping together as you stood in front of the sink.  You looked up, allowing your eyes to survey your appearance.  Your expression fell as you gazed upon the gash on your cheek, the healing skin a dastardly sight against your velvety cheeks.