I failed them both.... And it's all my fault

Chapter 1: Exploring Pancakes

"Y/N Denbrough, come downstairs." Your mum was in your room and she was angry because apparently you were supposed to be helping with breakfast today. "Breakfast is almost ready, so don't worry about helping." You sigh, pulling on your black hoodie, and closing your bedroom door. You walked down the hall and open your baby brother's room. He's 6 right now, and his name is George. You called him Georgie. He had just lost his front two teeth, and when he smiled, you would always laugh. You gently pick him up while he's sleeping, and carry him into your other brother's room. William, aka Bill, Denbrough. Your brother who was younger than you by just one year. You quietly close the door not wanting to wake either of the boys up.

"Georgie, Billy, good morning sleepy heads. Breakfast is ready, so get dressed then come and eat before it's all gone." You kiss both of their foreheads before placing Georgie on Bill's bed. Knowing they won't listen to your words, you decide on a different tactic. "TICKLE MONSTER!!" You scream as you jump on the bed and start to tickle Bill. He starts laughing and soon enough, both he and Georgie are up and out of bed. "Now come on explorers, it's time to explore what mum made for breakfast. Get dressed quickly and then meet me in the hall. Then we'll begin the exploring." You leave them both to get dressed and in less than two minutes, they are waiting for you in the hall.

"Y/N/N, why did you wake me up? I'm still tired." Georgie said yawning. He had convinced you that he was so tired he couldn't walk, so he was on your back, piggyback style. That makes you yawn and then you start to laugh.

"Georgie, I'm carrying you, so you better stop complaining." At this, both boys around you giggle and the sound makes your heart beat so happy and fast, it feels like it's going to explode. You walk into the kitchen and see your mum had made pancakes. You set Georgie down, say a proper good morning to your mum, and dish up. You grab a blueberry one, and some whip cream and pour more blueberries on top. Bill sits next to you, and Georgie sits across from you. "Billy, tell us. Are these pancakes worth exploring?" You whisper in a low voice so your mother doesn't hear you.

At this, both boys start to laugh and you smile. "I t-t-hink th-they a-are bet-ter than u-u-usual." Since Bill had a stutter, he was super shy and didn't really like to talk that much, at least that's how it looked on the outside. You knew the real him, and when he was really passionate about something, it was almost as if he had no stutter. You loved him, with or without his stutter so when he came crying to you a couple months back about people bullying him because of it, you almost lost it.

------Flashback-----

Knock Knock Knock. It was about 4:30 in the afternoon when you heard three tiny knocks on your door. At first, you thought it was Georgie, home from Kindergarten, or your mum reminding you that you were babysitting tonight. What you did not expect was Bill with tears streaming down his face, at your door. Afterall, he was supposed to be at Stan's house until 6 o'clock; but you quickly rushed him in.

"Billy, what's wrong? Are you hurt? Are you ok? Wait, that's a dumb question. You're obviously not ok, but what's wrong?" As an older sister, you found it your responsibility to take care of the younger children in your house, because while your mom wasn't horrible, you would have done some things differently raising your two younger brothers. So you were there for what was missing.

"S-s-s-ome b-b-boys i-n y-y-y-our..." His stutter was always worse when he cried. He grabbed your hand and wrapped your arms around him. You let him just cry in your arms for 15 minutes until his breathing slowed and he was somewhat relaxed. He would never know but you shed a couple of tears too because you knew where this was going. This had been a problem for years.

"Billy, I know you're upset, but you need to take three deep breaths and try again." You both took a couple of deep breaths and felt better. You gave him your stress toy, a little cat that squished, and he took one last deep breath.

"Some boys in your grade gave me a new n-n-n-ickname. Stu-stu-stuttering B-b-Bill, and when I told them to s-s-stop, they said no." He took a couple of deep breaths but looked overall impressed that he did that with few stutters.

"Bill, what were their names?" You asked calmly, and you were honestly surprised you were this calm.

"Caesar, Jordan, and Christian." He said without stuttering. He smiled and you hugged him. You then heard the front door open.

"Y/N!! I'm home! Are you ready for movie night?" Georgie had run-through the house, and straight into your room. He saw Billy crying and knew something was wrong. People had always talked about a soul being too old for its body, and you never believed it; until Georgie. When he saw someone crying, he wouldn't ask what was wrong, he would just hug them. He truly was an angel on Earth.

About fifteen minutes later, both the boys were asleep in your bed and you walked downstairs to your mum and dad. "Mum, dad, enjoy your night tonight. Both of the boys are asleep in my room, so I'll probably just cook Mac And Cheese and then wake them up later, but when you get back, we need to have a talk. Some kids are making fun of Bill."

(A/N: So I'm sorry if this book really sucks, but then again, I don't really care, because I just want to see how much I'll improve by the end. Overall, these chapters are gonna each be around 1,000 words, so we'll see how that goes. To anyone whose reading, umm... I love you, Jackson is an angel on Earth and I'm gonna sleep now. Bye! ~El❤ 1037 Words )