The rest of the Losers climbed out the clubhouse as I sat staring at the ground. My chest hurt and the tears just kinda fell. Stan has never wanted this and he wouldn't want what us to hurt ourselves trying to save him. He was already gone anyways. I pulled my knees against my chest as I started to dig a hole with the toe of my shoe.
"Beatrice, are you okay?" Ben asked sitting down next to me as he placed his hand in my shoulder.
"Yeah I'm fine, just a little upset." I said looking up from my hole in the ground.
"Okay, Mike, so where do we find our tokens?" Eddie asked grabbing my attention. I hadn't really thought of that.
"Yeah, I gotta be honest, man. All due respect. This is fucking stupid, all right? Why do we need tokens? We already remember everything." Richie said making me remember one major moment about our summer.
"Not everything, Rich, not even close." I mumbled looking over at Bill.
"What do you mean?" Richie asked looking at
"We fought it twice." I spoke up watching Bill's face change.
"Exactly, what you need to remember is what happened after that. Before the house on Neibolt. Think." Mike said making me look around. I didn't remember jack squat.
"W-we c-can't remember c-can we?" Bill stuttered and for once he was right.
"See, there's more to our story. What happened that summer. And those blank spaces, like pages form out of a book. That's what you need to find. We need to split. You each need to find your artifact. Alone. That's important. When you do, meet me at the library tonight." Mike retorted.
"Yeah, I gotta say, statistically speaking, you look at survival scenarios, we're gonna do much better as a group." Eddie explained using hand gestures.
"Yeah, splitting up would be dumb man. Okay, we gotta go together. All right? We were together that summer, right." Richie sided with he Eds.
"No. Not that wh-ww-whole ss-s-summer." Bill spoke up reminding me of the awful words that had been said.
"Richie..." Stan went to calm him down but was cut off by Richie.
"I'm just saying. Let's face facts. Real world. Georgie is dead! Stop trying to get us killed too." Richie said. We all knew and we were all thinking it but, none of us were going to say it.
"Georgie isn't dead." Bill said clearly hurt.
"Richie stop it." I said anger covering my voice.
"You couldn't save him but, you can save yourself." Richie said stepping closer to Bill.
"T-tt-tt-t-t-take it back. I know you're scared w-ww-we all are, but take it back." Bill said stepping closer to Richie.
"Both if you stop it." I said trying to disperse the argument.
"C-c-cc-can it B-b-Beatrice." Bill said looking over at me, "st-st-stay w-ww-where you belong."
"Don't talk to her like that." Richie said standing up for me. Bill shoved Richie in anger so, Richie pushed him back. This caused Bill to punch Richie right in the face. Rich stumbled backwards and it took Stan, Mike, and Me to hold him back. They all looked over Bill before grabbing their bikes and petaling away.
"Bill it's time we faced facts, we can't do this." I said grabbing my bike and riding away.
I sat there staring at the house that had caused me so, much pain. The house that raised me and the house that might just end me. I put my head down on the steering wheel and let out a long sigh. I wasn't ready to go in that house again, no where close. The house gave me the feeling that I was being watched. This was still my house, the house was given to me since it was in the Bowers name. I hadn't been able to part with it and I knew I couldn't go inside. I decided that there was nothing to be afraid of. My eyes couldn't leave the window that had once been my bedroom. My body seemed to move faster than my mind and before I knew it I was standing in the living staring at the red stain in the floor. That red stain had been the symbol of the end of my childhood. The stain had been from when Henry killed my dad. I bent down and ran my hand across the floor, and for a second I could've sworn that the stain moved under my hand. The house was still the same as it had been, the only thing that was different was the fact that his chair was gone.
When I finally got home the driveway was empty and all the lights were off. I thanked the heavens for helping me escape Henry's wrath. I walked inside after turning the porch and kitchen lights on. I saw a note on the door of the fridge... Dad was coming home late tonight and he wasn't bringing back dinner so, I started cooking.
"Spaghetti it is." I mumbled to my cat, Ashes. When I had finished cooking and putting the food on plates Henry walked in and sat down in front of the tv.
"Did you cook something?" He asked as I put the food on the coffee table.
"No, your imagination got the best of you this time dip shit." I responded adding extra sass onto it.
"Whatever you little shit." He said. I rolled my eyes and sat down on the floor. I grabbed the remote and put on Jeopardy. Once I finished I left Henry to do whatever and let ashes out.
I stood up and walked up stairs. I ran my hand across the banister, the smooth wood cooled my hand. The stairs creaked and moved under my weight. The sun shone through the curtains which at one point were white. The walls were dusty and the floors dirty and needed to be cleaned. I stopped looking at the door beside me, I had never been in Dad's room even as a kid but, I opened the door anyway. The smell of moth balls assaulted my nose. The room wasn't much bigger than the one I had lived in as a child. It had a double door closet and a big window that looked at the bed. I sat down on the edge of the bed and looked around. This was my home, this was where I grew up.
"You've gotta be shitting me." I laughed as I looked around.
I stood up leaving the room, a sliver of sunshine shone down onto a doorknob that I knew didn't go to my bedroom. It was Henry's.
"Beatrice?" Henry's voice cracked as I stared at the boy. His hair was a mess and he was crying. No, that boy was sobbing. He had been my brother, now he was a murderer.
"Why'd you do it?" I whispered fighting back tears. Henry had been one of the strongest people I'd know but, now he was on his knees begging me to forgive him.
"The clown. The clown Beatrice. He made me do it. He said it would be fine." The older boy bawled.
"Henry..." I started.
"Give me a chance Beatrice, you gotta believe me." His voice cracked and I lost it.
"Shh, I know Henry. I wasn't your fault and it never will be." I mumbled wiping the tears from my face.
"No don't cry, I hate it when you cry, I never meant to hurt... he said I could help." Henry whispered breaking my heart into a million pieces.
"All right, times up." The officer said grabbing Henry's handcuffs.
"Wait... let me do one more thing." I begged before the officer could take him.
"What?" The officer questioned.
"He's the only family I've got left, can I give him a hug before you take him?" I asked looking at Henry.
"Fine." The man mumbled catching an attitude.
I wrapped my arms around Henry, knowing it would be one of the last times I would be able to. He rested his head on mine and I could feel his tears wet my hair. Henry was the bad guy and I knew that but, he was still my brother. You didn't get to pick your family but, you couldn't help but love them no matter what.
My hand shook as I grabbed the doorknob and twisted. The door creaked as I pushed it open. I wiped my eyes in the sleeve of my jacket. The room was small and that made me realize just how little we had. The room had a bed and a dresser, there wasn't a lot of room for anything else. I sighed pushing the dresser over and opening the floorboards. Henry's cigarettes, money, and weed was in a plastic bag he kept under the floorboards. I fished around under the floorboards looking for the bag.
"There we go." I muttered pulling the bag out of the floor and dumping the contents on the floor.
There was fifty bucks, three packs of cigarettes, and two train tickets. The tickets left Derry going to Augusta at a quarter past three. I took everything and shoved it back in the bag. I didn't need to go in my room nothing was in there. We had taken everything out in the move. I wiped more tears which I hadn't felt away and head down the stairs. A long bang grabbed my attention causing me to rush down the stairs to see if anyone had come in.
"Hello?" I called coming down the stairs.
"Babs!" A voice called.
I sighed turning the corner trying to figure out who had called for me. There was no car in the driveway so, I figured someone had walked here but, who? I froze realizing who was sitting at the kitchen table. The same kitchen table that I sat at when they had to tell me that I was going to live with my aunt.
"Miss me?" Vic questioned turning around to look at me.
"Fuck you!" I yelled stepping towards him.
"I'd rather fuck you." He yelled back standing up and running at me.
"Oh shit!" I shouted running out the door which had been left opened. I ran until I reached the seller doors. I slipped in and locked them behind me.
"God, how stupid are you?" Another voice that had been imprinted on my brain.
"Why? Why do you do this?" I asked not even turning around.
"I've not a better question. Why'd you let your friend believe it was his fault? Why?" The clown asked as I turned to face him.
"Cause I wouldn't have been able to take him not talking to me." I answered moving toward the one that had never been moved.
"You're the whole reason your friends are in this mess." The clown said jumping at me.
"Fuck you." I said grabbing the axe and swinging it.
The axe hit It in the face and I looked up at him. His face was bloody but, it was no longer a clown.
"Richie?" I mumbled as my chest started to hurt. I sighed swinging the axe again.
"You're not real! You're just a clown." I yelled and suddenly the thing was gone.
I sat in the basement as the clock slowly ticked. I had been disrespectful and this was always the punishment for being disrespectful. A light humming grabbed my attention. I looked around the room and made eye contact with some bright yellow eyes.
"What do you want?" I mumbled not even looking away.
"Fear!" The thing said as it changed into my worst nightmare. Georgie Denbrough.
"Please just leave. I didn't have anything to do with that." I said as I realized he knew and one day they all would. The fear of my friends hating me took over my body and replaced the feta of the thing in front of me.
"You didn't save me. Why'd you leave me! I die and it's all your fault." Georgie said as the basement door swung open.
"Time's up." Henry yelled for the top of the stairs. I didn't wait to get out of there and after that I hadn't gone back done there.
"Fuck me." I whispered looking down the stairs.
"Fuck me." I whispered going up the stairs.