we're not kids anymore | bill denbrough {book two}

CHAPTER EIGHT
[ the house on neibolt street ]

"You know we could just drive places." Eddie suggested as we turned on Neiblot street. "We're adults now, we don't have to walk everywhere."

"What, you too afraid to walk a couple miles?" Richie questioned.

"You know what-"

"Guys!" I said, putting a stop to the bickering. "Let's focus on the task at hand."

Once we reached the house, we saw Bill walking up the steps towards the house. We all hurried to the front porch, mowing he faced a death sentence if he walked in there alone.

"Bill!" Beverly called.

Bill turned around, panic was plastered all over his face. "No! No!"

"Wait!" I pleaded.

"I s-s-started all this!" Bill exclaimed. "It's my fault you're all here. This curse. This fucking thing that's inside you all, it started the day I m-made you go down to the barrens cause all I cared about was finding G-G-Georgie. Now, I'm going to go in there and I don't know what's going to happen. But, I can't ask you to do this" Bill stops his speech as he watched Beverly pick up a rod off the ground.

"We're not asking you either." Beverly states.

"Yeah, we're coming too." I said.

Bill's eyes grew wide, making direct contact with me. He shook his head slightly. "Kate..."

"We didn't do it alone then, Bill." Mike spoke, interrupting Bill. "You're not doing this alone now."

"Losers stick together." Ben added.

We all stood there for a moment. Not knowing what laid in store for us next.

"So, does somebody wanna say something?" Eddie asks looking around.

Bill looked at Richie. "Richie said it b-best when we were here last."

"I did?" Richie questioned. "I don't wanna die?"

"Not that." Bill answered.

"You're lucky we're not measuring dicks?" We all gave Richie a blank stare. "Let's kill this fucking clown?" Richie asked, causing Bill to smile.

"Let's kill this fucking clown."

We followed Bill into the house. The floorboards creaked loudly every step we took. The house looked almost the exact same besides it being a little older and even more run down. I could hear a bizarre sound coming from a certain direction. The uneasy feeling that was coming over me was so bad I could hardly stand it, but I kept walking. Richie and I shined our flashlights on the staircase, which had a black substance like we saw at the Chinese place, oozing down the steps.