x. falling out;

                                    

                                          
"You. You did this!" Eddie's mom yells, pulling him back by his good arm. "You know how delicate he is." She spits, pushing into the rest of the group.
"We were attacked, M-M-Mrs. K." Bill says, "No, don't." She says, cutting us off, putting Eddie into the passenger seat. "Don't try and blame anyone else." She says, getting up into Bill's face as she shuts Eddie's car door. Mrs. K fumbles with her car keys, dropping them. Beverly reaches down,
"Let me he-"
"Get back!"
"Oh, I've heard of you, Miss Marsh." She says, inches away from Beverly's face. "And I don't want a dirty girl like you touching my son." She whispers angrily, eyeing her up and down as she turns around. Y/N lets out a quiet gasp, frowning and putting a hand on Beverly's shoulder for comfort while she clutches her own stomach.
"Mrs. K, I.." Bill stutters, trying to get his words out.
"No! You are all monsters. All of you!" She says, turning back around and pointing at all of them. "And Eddie is done with you. Do you hear? DONE!" She yells, walking over to the driver's seat and getting in as Eddie begins to cry. Mrs K. starts the engine and drives off angrily as they all walk into the street, staring at the car disappear. Bill turns back around,
"I saw the well. W-We know where it is and- and next time we'll be better prepared."
"No!" Stanley says, holding Y/N close as she leans onto him for support, "No next time, Bill!" He yells, "Look at your sister! You're insane!"
"Why?" Beverly asks,
"We all know no one else is going to do anything." She scoffs, moving to Bill's side.
"Eddie was nearly killed! Look at Y/N, she can barley fucking stand!" Richie yells, "And look at this motherfucker. He's leaking hamburger helper!" Richie yells, flailing his arm around as he points at them all individually.
"We can't pretend it's gonna go away!" Beverly pauses, "Ben, you said it yourself, It comes back every 27 years!" She explains, panting.
"Fine! I'll be 40 and far away from here!" Ben yells, "I thought you said you wanted to get out of this town too." He mutters,
"Because I wanna run towards something, not away!" She yells and Stan bites his lip, wincing.
"I'm sorry, who invited Molly Ringwald into the group?" Richie asks, looking at Stan and Y/N as Beverly flips him off in response.
"Richie--" Stan begins to say, "I'm just saying, let's face facts!" Richie says, turning back around. "Real world!"
"Georgie is dead. Stop trying to get us killed, too." Richie spits and Y/N's mouth hangs slightly open in shock, "Richie.." She mutters out, taking a step forward. "Georgie's not dead!" Bill yells as Richie tries to push past him, pulling him back.
"You couldn't save him, but you can still save yourself." Richie says, trying to push forward again but Bill pulls him back.
"No! T-T-Take it back! You're scared and we all are, but take it back!" Bill yells, pushing Richie. Richie pushes back and Bill punches him in response, sending Richie to the floor.
"Bill!" Y/N calls out, going to walk over but Stan pulls her back gently with a sigh.
"Bill!" Beverly yells as Mike and Stan run over to help Richie up,
"You're just a bunch of losers!" Richie yells, "Fuck off!" 
"Richie, stop!" Stan yells, pulling him up and back. "You're just a bunch of losers and you'll get yourselves killed, trying to catch a fucking clown!" Richie screams, adjusting his glasses as his voice becomes hoarse, trying to charge at Bill.
"STOP!" Beverly yells, pushing them both apart as Y/N slowly walks over to Bill who only pulls her closer to him as Richie pushes Stan away.
"This is what it wants. It wants to divide us. We were all together when we hurt it. That's why we're still alive!" She yells, Richie scoffs.
"Yeah? Well, I plan to keep it that way!" Richie yells, pushing past Bill and walking off. Stan sighs, passing a frown to Y/N before getting on his bike, "Stan!" She yells out, frowning as he doesn't look back and only pedals off after Richie. Ben follows next as Y/N leans into Bill for support,
"Mike-" Beverly calls out as he begins to walk to his bike.
"Guys.. I can't do this." He admits, "My granddad was right. I'm an outsider. Gotta stay that way." He gets on his bike and rides off, leaving Beverly and the two twins. Bill turns to his sister, blinking into his tears before throwing his arms around her.
"I'm s-sorry." He whispers, burying his head into her neck as she hugs him back. The younger twin looks up, passing a small smile to Beverly as she pulls one arm away, welcoming her in. Beverly smiles back, throwing her arms around the two siblings before sniffling. "Do you think we'll be okay?" Beverly asks as she pulls away, eyes darting between the two twins. Y/N shrugs, "We've had arguments here and there but it was never like this. I-.. I don't know, I hope so." She whispers, wincing as her wound throbs. Bill nods alongside her, "I th-t-think we'll be okay. It'll just take a bit of time f-for us to all be okay a-a-again." He admits, ruffling his sister's hair. Beverly gives a small smile, "You two are always invited over, especially you, Y/N. Go get patched up, we can maybe have a sleepover tomorrow or something."
Y/N smiles, "Yeah. I'd like that.." She whispers, waving goodbye as Beverly picks up her bike and rides off, leaving the two twins by themselves. "You okay to r-ride?" Bill asks, helping his sister over to her bike. She nods, "Yeah, I just.. I don't get why you want to go back in there. I know because of Ge-.. Georgie, but.. Look at what happened. You and Richie fought, both Ben and I got cut across our stomachs. A-And look at all of us, we've fallen apart now. Yeah, sure, we might all be back together tomorrow. But that doesn't change this, Bill. I love you but- I-I don't think I can do this." She admits, her voice shaking as she blinks, a tear slipping down her cheeks.
Bill looks up, meeting her e/c eyes before looking back down and getting onto his own bike, pedalling off. Y/N sighs before following, knowing he wouldn't listen.
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"Where have you two been?" Their father asks, rushing over. "J-Just out with friends." Bill mumbles, looking down at the ground as he turns to look at his sister. "Oh, my god.." He gasps, "Just, go- Go get cleaned up." Zack mutters, walking into their living room as Bill and Y/N exchange a look before going upstairs to their shared bathroom. "S-Sit down." Bill consoled gesturing to the toilet lid which she gratefully sat on, wincing at the pain from the wound. He reached underneath the sink, pulling out bandages, Dettol and cotton balls before shutting the cabinets. "L-L-Lift your shirt up." Y/N obliged, keeping silent as she did so.
"This- This is gonna hurt, okay?" Bill warned, pouring the Dettol onto one of the cotton balls, holding it just above the wound. "Three, two, one." He counted down before pressing it to the wound, frowning as she hissed. "Fuck." She whispered as he dragged it across from start to end, cleaning out the dirt. He grabbed another cotton ball, doing the same but much more gentle this time as he pushed it inside the wound. Y/N winced as he pulled it out, "S-Stand up." He ordered, standing up as she did. He stretched out the bandage before beginning to wrap it around her stomach to her back, twice. He stopped once he met her stomach again and taped the edge off, placing it onto the counter.
"You- You can go now. I'm done." Bill whispered, pulling back from her and letting her shirt drop. Y/N only stood there, not moving as she stared into his brown eyes. She let out a sigh before throwing her arms around him, pulling him close. "You worry me so much.." She whispers, holding him tightly as if he was gonna disappear if she didn't.