Chapter Fourteen:
"You Deserve A Real Man."
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"Are you okay, Hezza?" Richie asked as Mrs. Kaspbrak slammed her car door behind her. "That must sting like a bitch."

"It does, but uh, Y-Yeah, I think so." Heather nodded, reaching up and brushing her fingers against the blood on her face. Mrs. Kaspbrak roughly pulled Eddie beside her, by the arm that isn't broken, as she glared around at them.

"You! You all did this to him!" She screamed, pointing at all of them. "You know how delicate he is!"

Mrs. Kaspbrak roughly pulled him forward and sat him down in her car.

When she dropped her keys, Beverly leaned down to help her.

"No! Get back!" Mrs. Kaspbrak smacked Beverly off, "Oh, oh, I've heard about you Miss Marsh.. and I don't want a dirty girl like you anywhere near my son."

"Mrs. K-" Heather started, stepping forward to defend Beverly.

"And you! Don't even start with me. I've heard about you and your... bad attitude.. to say the least. And I don't want you rubbing off on my precious Eddie!"

"Mrs. K, I s-s-sw-swear!" Bill pleaded with her.

"No! No! You're all monsters. Monsters! And Eddie's done with you! Done!"

Heather watched in silence as Mrs. Kasbrak got into her car and drove away.

"I saw it. I saw the well." Bill said, "I sa-saw where I-It li-lives and.. next time w-w-we'll be better p-p-pr-prepared."

"Wait a minute-" Heather squinted, turning her attentions towards Bill.

"Next time? No! No next time, Bill." Stan glared, "You're insane!"

"Why? We all know no one else is gonna do anything!" Beverly defended him, putting her hands on her hips.

"Are you kidding me? Eddie was nearly killed! And look at Heather! Her face is fucking bleeding! And covered in burns!" Richie snapped, stepping infront of Heather, "And look at this motherfucker! He's leaking hamburger helper!"

"And you didn't even ask me if I was fucking okay! You know who did? Richie! Fucking Richie!" Heather shouted, her voice harsh and laced with anger. "You're my fucking boyfriend, Bill! And you didn't even ask! Richie did."

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"

"Not now, Richard." Heather sneered, not taking her eyes off of Bill.

"Yes, ma'am." Richie saluted to her.

"You're an asshole, Bill." Heather shook her head, wiping blood off of her face. "You dragged me into this mess! And now I'm bleeding out of my fucking face! I'm gonna be covered in scars now!"

Bill glared at her, he crossed his arms and stood still. "Y-Yo-You're always fi-fine!"

"You should've still fucking asked! It tortured me in that room! Do you know what it felt like? Every single bone in my entire body was fucking crushed! I-I can still feel it! And-And you.. All I wanted was for you to fucking ask if I was okay! But you didn't!"

"I-I-"

"What are you gonna say? Are you gonna ask me now? It's too late!"

"Y-Y-You're being a bitch!"

Stan let out a puff of air as he looked away, he patted his legs awkwardly, knowing Bill had just messed up majorly.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?"

"I-I said you were a b-b-bitch!" Bill glared at her.

Heather scoffed, licking her teeth and shaking her head. "Fuck you."

Anger resonated off of each person standing in the circle. Heather's face had turned a deep red shade, and Richie was sure if she were a cartoon character, she'd have steam coming out of her ears.

"Stop it! Stop fighting." Ben pleaded.

"We can't just act like it's going to stop! Ben you said it yourself! It comes back every twenty seven years!" Beverly spoke, throwing her arms up for exaggeration.

"You know what? Fine! I'll be forty and far, far from here! I thought you said you wanted to get out of this town too?" Beverly's eyes softened as she stared at him.

"Because I wanna run towards something! Not away! You said it too, Heather! You wanna change the world! Well, change our world." Beverly spoke, "Help us."

"I'm sorry, who invited Molly Ringwald into the group?"

Beverly scoffed, raising her middle finger and flipping him off.

"I'm just sayin'! Let's face facts. Real world! Georgie is dead. Stop trying to get us killed too!"

Heather nodded in agreement as she spoke softly, "I'm not willing to die for you, Bill."

Bill briefly glanced at her before he proccessed what Richie said, "Georgie isn't dead!"

"You couldn't save him! But you can still save yourself!" Richie continued, taunting him.

"No! Take it back! You're s-s-sc-scared an-and we all are! But take it back!" Bill shoved him, causing the boy to stumble back and into Heather.

Heather fell back, but before she hit the pavement, Stan caught her.

As she stood up, she watched as Bill brought his fist back.

"Bill, no!" Heather tried, but she was too late, as Richie was knocked back into Mike's arms from the sheer force of Bill's hit.

"Bill, what the fuck? You're hitting our friends now?" Heather glared, "Are you gonna hit Stan next? Mike? Ben?"

"You're just a bunch of losers! Fuck off! You're all losers! You're gonna get yourselves killed lookin' for a fuckin' clown!" Richie ranted, trying to escape Mike's grip.

"Stop!" Beverly screamed, "This is what It wants! It wants to divide us. We were all together when we saw It. That's why we're still alive."

"Yeah? Well, I plan to keep it that way!" Richie said before walking off. Stan followed him.

Heather swallowed thickly, briefly looking Bill up and down before she turned, her hair whipping in the wind, and jogged to catch up with Richie and Stan.

Silence took over the three as they mounted their bikes and began to ride away.

After a few minutes of Richie and Stan exchanging worried glances.

"Don't worry, Hezza, we can go to my house and I'll show you a real man." Richie teased, "Because that's what you deserve.. a real man."

Heather sighed, not uttering a word in response.

Richie furrowed his eyebrows, as he was expecting a snarky comment in reply.

"Or, how about this. A threesome." He continued, trying to lighten the mood.

"I'm not in the mood, Richie." Heather fronwed, blood dripping onto her fingers from her cheek.

"Are you okay?" Stan asked gently.

"No! I'm bleeding out of my face! I felt every single bone in my body break, my boyfriend probably isn't my boyfriend anymore.. everything is going wrong!" Heather groaned, stopped her bike and resting her bloody and burned forehead on her arms. "I just wanna go home."

"I can clean your face.. I know first aid.." Stan offered, his voice squeaky.

Heather smiled softly, though it didn't reach her eyes, "Thanks, Stan."

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{ Word Count: 1172 }

{ A/n: I'm sorry don't hurt me }

{ Edited: A little bit }