Superstition (1) ♥ 𝕭𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕯𝖊𝖓𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 ♥

Blood Oath

Here I stood, my clothes tattered and dirty, relieved yet stressed. My toes curled inside my drenched shoes. My heart races as I'm not able to believe that it was over. I stood outside my house's front door, not daring to knock on the door. Everyone had parted their ways once we left the sewers. I wonder what my dad is going to say. I was supposed to be home two hours ago. I finally build up enough courage to knock on the door. Within seconds my father opens the door, a worried expression on his face. 

"Dad..." I said softly.

"Elizabeth, Where have you been? I had been looking for you for the past two hours." He explains.

"I'm so sorry, I l-l-l-lost track of t-t-time." I stammer.

"I thought I lost you," My father croaks.

My heart breaks as my father says those words. Tears start falling rapidly from his eyes. He engulfs me in a hug. His eyes wander down to my wounded face and dirty clothes.

"What happened?" My father questions.

I wince as he touches the wound from the rock war on my forehead. 

"N-n-nothing, I just fell, My f-f-friends and I w-w-were playing down in the woods." I lie covering my wound with my hair.

"Okay, but please don't ever do that again. Go get some sleep." He tells me.

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September had quickly rolled in, setting in the last couple days of summer break. For once, I had not dreaded the thought of school. We all sat with relief, glad to have had that dreaded summer over. Beverly explains what she saw in the deadlights

"I can only remember parts, but I thought I was dead, that's what it felt like. I saw us all of us together in the cistern but we were older."

"W-w-what were we all doing there?" Bill questions.

"I just remember how we felt." Beverly stares at the ground, "I remember how scared we were...I don't think I can ever forget that."

Everything had gone silent amongst the group, a soft breeze only being heard as the sound of nature continued. Bill had abruptly shot up, everyone's eyes now laying on his as he continues to pick up a shard of glass from the ground.

"Swear it, s-s-swear if it isn't dead if it ever comes back, we'll come back too," Bill says.

I am the first to stand up with Bill followed by Beverly. Everyone began to stand up from their position, following the boy that had lead us through it all. Bill held the sharp glass shard, bringing it towards his palm. He sliced it through his hand, blood dripping as he let out a small wince. Walking over to Richie he proceeded to do the same.

Eddie looked at Bill with horror. With a shaky hand, he had let Bill cut his palm. With Bill going around the shard he finally got to me. He pressed the sharp object into my soft skin. I wince at the stinging pain in my palm, blood starting to fall from the fresh wound.

Bill had finally dropped the shard, everyone grasping each other's hands. Bill is the first to stretch his hand with mine. My other hand linking with Beverly's. We stand with bloody hands, I had realized that these were the ones I'd cared for. A blood oath had promised everyone to come back. To join as a team.

I didn't realize it at the moment but this was the last time all seven would be together for the next 27 years. 

"I should get going," Stanley's voice abrupts the silence between the losers. "I hate you, Bill."

Bill's light expression turns into a slight frown. Stan lightly chuckled, laughing at his statement. Soon, everyone had joined the boy in light laughter. As Stan left, everyone started to stray away, Mike being next, followed by Eddie, Ben, and then Richie. Bill, Beverly, and I were the only ones left.

"Y-y-y-you all packed for Portland?" Bill asks.

"Yeah, pretty much. I'm going tomorrow morning." Beverly informs us.

"Can't you s-s-stay any longer?" I ask not wanting my best friends to go.

"No, not really." She states her head sagging low.

"How l-l-long will you be gone?" Bill questions.

"My aunt said I could stay for as long as I want," Beverly tells us. "I should get going," 

Beverly leaves in a hurry leaving only Bill and me. 

"I better get going..." I stand up slowly not wanting to leave.

"Y-y-yeah," Bill stutters standing up with me.

I start to walk to my bike but was interrupted by Bill. I turn around facing him. His hair flying in the wind. He gently took her face in his hands and leaned in, closing the distance between the two. I relaxed into the kiss, as our lips moved in sync. I wanted the kiss to last forever. My hand slides to Bill's cheek, smearing blood on his face. His lips sweet, like cotton candy. His arms slowly wrapped around my waist pulling our bodies close together. Our lips parted as we finally pull back. A small smirk plastered on our lips. 

"I l-l-l-love you, Bill," I confess.

"I love y-y-you too," Bill tells me.