Love at First Dare // Stenbrough

Seventy-Four

(Tw: Blood Warning & slight panic attack)

July 22nd/ night time

— 11:45 pm

"I t-think I'm gonna g-go home and shower." "Why don't you- never mind. I'll see you tomorrow." He grins softly looking through his closet and drawers.

"Okay...b-bye." I nod closing his door softly. "Bye Mike...bye B-Ben." "Bye." The two say in unison as they continue to play Mario cart.

— 11:48 pm

"Shit...I should've s-stayed." I mumble to myself, looking across the empty street.

Empty Street. Yeah right

"Denbrough." A vile voice sings. "Shit...l-leave me alone m-man." "There's no running from me Billy Boy." "Patrick...listen man. I'm just trying to go home."

I look around quickly, the darkness keeping him well hidden.

"Where's your boyfriend huh?"
"W-We're n-n-not dating."

He hit my soft spot. Just the thought of Stanley makes my heart beat faster and my stutter worse.

I love him.

"Are you sure? I'm pretty sure I saw you two kiss the other night." "My eyes widen. "H-Have you been following u-us?"

"Bill you know he was supposed to be mine right? We were supposed to be together! I was supposed to kiss him! He was supposed to love me. Not you! Not you!" He shouts.

My flight or fight instincts kick in.

I run.

—11:58 pm

"There's no use in ruining Bill!" He yells as his voice becomes faint. "S-S-Shit...f-fuck."

—call

B: S-Stan...I need help.

S: Woah. Where are you? Are you okay?

B: n-no...Patrick is f-following m-me I n-

Pain goes through my body as blood runs down my forehead and cheek.

I yell loudly, using all my weight to push him away.

S: Bill?!

He yells into the phone.

—12:05 am July 23rd, 2020

Everything becomes a blur as I find myself inside my home.

I go to sit on the couch as a pair of arms wrap around my torso.

I yell loudly, protecting my face and head.

"Bill! Bill! It's me. It's okay." He turns me around quickly where I can see his face.

Stanley.

My breathing quickens as I sit down, trying to make myself as small as I can.

"It's okay...I promise." He whispers pulling me up.

"Shit Bill. He got you basically everywhere." His voice becomes worried. "Come on." He pulls me, leading me to the bathroom.

It had only been a two-minute walk from Stanley's to mine. Somehow it turned into seven.

—

"Breathe please." He sits on the floor in front of me. My arms stay around my head.

"Here take your shirt and pants off."

I do as he says, still trying to cover my head up. "Hey...hey. It's okay. I promise okay?"

He grabs a wet rag.

Wiping my cheek, forehead, side, the back of my neck, forearms, hands, and thigh off.

My hands bloody only because of holding my face and neck.

"Hey...breathe...it's okay." He whispers each time my breathing gets out of hand.

His eyebrows knitted together as he focuses on the spots cut.

"Fuck fuck fuck." I whisper gripping my hair, looking around frantically.

"I'm done...it's okay." He whispers sweetly standing me up.

—12:10 am

"Here put these on." He pulls the shirt over my head, soon pulling the shorts up.

"Are you okay?" I shake my head no quickly. The pain kicks in as the adrenaline wears off.

Tears sting my eyes. "Don't cry...it's okay." His face becomes softer wrapping his arms around my waist. Avoiding the spot on my side.

I rest my head on his. Small whimpers fill the silent room as we sway in place.

"Hey... let's go drink something okay?" Slowly he leads me to the kitchen, sitting me down at the table. Sliding a glass of water towards me as he locks the doors.

—12:13 am

"I'll be right back." I nod slowly as he walks away.

The pain unbearable as I bounce my leg.

I whimper slightly as the silentness of the room creeps up on me. "No....no no-no," I whisper, my arms going around my head.

My whimpering becomes quieter as the silence fills my ears. I begin to rock in the seat slowly.

"Hey hey hey...it's okay." Stanley holds a shirt in his hand. Already trying to change into some pajamas. Some shorts made out of sweatpants material.

"Nothing is gonna hurt you I promise." He whispers wiping the tears away. I didn't realize I began crying.

"Are you hungry? Do you want some fruit?" I nod slightly sitting my head in my hands.

—12:19 am

"Hey...Hey. Sit up please." He squats in front of me, running his thumb over my cheek. I had fallen asleep.

"Let's go sit on the couch...your back will hurt if you sit here." He smiles gently.

Grabbing onto me he leads me to the couch. "Here." He sits the bowl in my lap.

He remembers.

He remembers how I like my fruit.

Strawberries and cantaloupe honey drizzled over. A little bit of sugar too.

(Personally, I don't like honey but that sounds good)

I glance at him as he smiles weakly. "I figured that what you would want." He whispers as I begin to eat it.

—12:25 am

His head leans onto my shoulder, his arm looped with mine.

Silence filling my ears quickly. "Hey...breathe for me okay? It's alright."

He had noticed my heart rate increasing by the slightest.