To be honest, I don't remember what happened next or how I survived. But I did. I was somewhere dark. I couldn't see anything. Everything I heard was ringing in my ears until I heard a scream that terrified me because I didn't know where it was coming from, but I knew whose voice it was.
Richie.
I slowly got up, the ringing got louder and my head was aching and spinning. "You can do this, Y/n. Come on." I muttered to myself.
"Y/N! PLEASE, Y/N, PLEASE ANSWER ME!" Richie continued yelling, I wanted to yell back, tell him I'm fine, but when I tried to yell, or even say make a noise, nothing came out. I touched my neck and started silently sobbing. "I'm here," I whispered and wiped the tears from my face.
Suddenly, something grabbed my ankle and tripped me on the splashy shitty ground. I gasped and started kicking everywhere around me. "You stop acting like some crazy bitch! We can help each other. We can get out of this mess together, Y/n." The person hissed. It was Bowers and he even sounded like the fall didn't cause much trouble to him like it did to me. If he wanted, he could kill me, I'm hurt and weak.
I gulped and shook my head, even though he probably couldn't see it. "I can't, you hurt my friends and me, I can't help you, kill me if you want but I will never help you. Ever. Not after the things you did. For fucks sake, you even killed your father! Your own father!" My voice was raspy, I sounded like a sick horse.
"I had to do it, you cunt! How do you know? How do you know?!" He got closer and I got scared. I was so scared.
"I- I don't know. I see things that nobody else sees! I hear stuff... I don't know what's happening to me." I let out a deep shaky breath and got further away from him.
"Fuck! Damn, you! You can't tell anyone, you understand?! You can't!" He freaked out and I felt a tear making its way down my face.
"Henry- I- I already did- I got scared, I didn't know what to do- You committed murder!"
For a second, there was silence. Then I realized what was gonna happen, but I couldn't do anything about it anymore. I realized it too late.
3rd person POV
Bowers did the only thing he was good at, the only thing that he knew. He grabbed Y/n by the hair and before she could fight back, he smashed her head against the ground and left her face in the puddle of sewer water.
He got up and started looking for a way out. He heard voices and discovered a huge open space and saw the boys, levitating Beverly and Bill wandering away. He knew he couldn't take all of them. Of course, they were weak, just a bunch of small nerds but they were angry and even though he didn't seem like it, he was hurt. He could barely walk.
So he stopped and lurked in the shadows, watching as things slowly escalated into a final fight. Some kids against one big demonic thing that eats children and their fear.
Henry was watching the losers fight, and even though he shouldn't, even though the monster infiltered his heart and brain, he could feel the weight lift from his shoulders when they won.
They did it.
They won.
But at what cost?
Your POV:
I've been walking for hours. I smelled like shit, which made sense considering I just got out of the sewers.
I didn't know what to do. I couldn't just walk into streets like this. I was covered in dirt, shit blood and god knows what else.
I decided it would be best for me to maybe go to the quarry, get at least a little cleaned up and wait for night.
Yeah, that was the plan. Of course, it wouldn't be me if I followed the plan. To be fair, I had a solid reason not to. I heard them. I heard my friends. I wasn't far from the quarry so I assumed they went there after they beat the shit out of the clown.
I came closer and finally got the sight of them. My heart shattered into million pieces as I saw what they were doing.
They made a small memorial for me, they were all in one big group hug and let themselves cry.
"This shouldn't have happened, I should have done something-"
"No, don't blame yourself, Richie, it- you couldn't do anything. I just wish-"
They continued to blame themselves, sobbing, it was heartbreaking. I couldn't stand it anymore and I let out a cry too. I dropped to my knees, hugging myself, I was shaking, but not out of cold. Out of terror. My life was shit, but so was everyone else, why couldn't I just have more balls?
"I'm sorry- I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done something so stupid- I'm so sorry-"
Everything went silent for a few seconds and then everyone ran towards me and hugged me. We continued crying, apologizing and eventually started laughing out of relief.
After many minutes we finally tore apart and looked at each other, I was looking between all of them until I met Richie's gaze. We stared at each other for a while until he finally broke the silence. "Long time no see, loser."
"Oh shut it, lover," I said and did what I wanted to do since the time I saw him first. I kissed him. He was taken aback but then kissed me back, it was a cute soft kiss, something I must admit I wasn't expecting from an idiot like Richie. But at that time I realized I loved him, and I would always love him until we would be separated by what the future would prepare for us.
The others started giggling and we pulled apart after that, both blushing wildly.
At the end of summer, the whole loser club made an oath. If that monster would ever come back, we would too, and we would end it for good.
So this is the end huh?
Thank you to everyone who read, voted, commented, and lurked around... Thank you all so so much. This book means so much to me. Even though I had a hard time writing lately, I just couldn't leave it unfinished. I had many ideas about how to end this, but honestly, this is the one I like the most.
Maybe there will be book 2, maybe there won't.
Don't be sad though, I have so many other books in my drafts and to be honest, some of them are way better than this one.
I love you all, thank you for everything.
Stay hydrated, don't forget to eat and make at least a small walk to the kitchen and back.
TAKE CARE!
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Sassy but classy||Richie Toizer x (fem!)Reader
Fanfic"I think I might be in love, Richie..." "Wait what? With who?" "Promise you won't laugh?" "I guess, yeah." "Your mom."