If We Live: Stephen King's IT {slow updates}

Part Two: Chapter 31-Bill Denbrough

The drive to the hotel from the airport is full of silence and anxiety. Bill Denbrough, now an aged man in his forties, impatiently bounces his leg up and down in the back seat of the cab. The last time he ever felt this anxious was when he was first preparing to publish his new book. The feeling settled into the pit of his stomach and clawed its way around, making sure Bill was aware of its presence. It was an unnerving feeling, something that couldn't go away no matter how much you tried to fight it. Always there, tugging at your emotions, holding your head down in the water as you drowned in the panic. Not going away until someone reached down into the depths of your soul and pulled you the hell out of there. Amelia had been good at doing that.
"Amelia."
The name triggered a wave of emotions, from anger to regret, sorrow to dullness, and hate to pure, blissful love. It had been years since their ugly divorce, and Bill hadn't heard from her since. He hadn't wanted to hear from her. It was better that she was gone, for an uneasy weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. No more Amelia. No more problems. And most importantly, no more reminders of their childhood back in Derry. Bill couldn't really remember it all. In fact, he didn't remember it at all. Not until the phone call from Mike Hanlon that took place just hours ago.
"It's back, Bill."
You bet your fur, it was back. But how?! Hadn't they killed It? Wasn't that awful dancing clown gone? Bill had seen It die. The two pieces of silver, Eddie's asthma prescription. Yeah, the clown nearly dragged Bill down with It, but in the end It went down the drain with only gurgled cries of surrender- cries that made it seem like it had been defeated. It was supposed to be dead.
Yet, there he was, in the backseat of a cab, contemplating his future now that the creature had returned. Would all of the old losers show up? Ben, Richie, Eddie? Beverly and Amelia? Stan? Or would most of them decide that a childhood promise meant nothing once they got older?
He'd have to find out. Bill needed to get checked into the hotel first, then head over to the Chinese restaurant later on in the evening. The meeting place. But it was still early, and Bill was sure he'd most likely be the first on there.
"God, help me," he murmured, gently removing his glasses and cleaning off the fog that had appeared. All of the thoughts that swirled in his head like a tornado would not put themselves at bay. He'd have to suffer like this until the evening, where he'd suffer more due to the dark discussion that had to take place.
It was quiet as Bill pulled up to the hotel, and even quieter as he began to unload his bags after tipping the driver. An uneasy aura surrounded the building, and Bill wasn't so sure if he'd really like to go through with this.
But an image of Georgie flashed before his eyes, and Bill Denbrough scurried inside the hotel.
~~~~
a/n: I'm alive dudes. I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me ;) okay just kidding. Anyway, yay! Part three of the book! This was a short filler chapter to break myself out of the writer's block and just get things started. it may be a bit rocky but just work with me. can't wait to finish this book ! and thank you for all the support. Don't know what I'd do without my loyal readers !
rage and love,
melissaaaa