stenbrough//tastes and smells are different in the rain;
Note: this is set in present time and the Pennywise shit still happened
Bill couldn’t sleep, he needed something to drink, to soothe his dry, Sahara desert throat. He dragged his body out of his twin sized bed and fell quietly on the wood planks.
He went downstairs, in his white and beige striped pajamas, into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator door as sneakily as he can, really cautious so his parents don’t hear. Ever since Georgie passed away, they’ve been anxious and over reacting. They’d probably come in the room with a gun if they heard just one floorboard creak.
He grabbed the half-empty milk carton and grabbed a plastic cup from a bag at the counter, he placed both on the table and poured the milky white substance into the cup (im sorry ff I had to do it)
He chugged down the whole thing, he could feel his throat soothe and finally feel smoother, he put the cup into the trash and the carton into the fridge and cautiously went upstairs. Tip toe after tip toe, he went up to his door until he heard some ruckus from Georgie’s room. He turned his head and walked up to the door, he creaked the door an inch to his and looked inside to see his father putting Georgie’s blankets, stuffed animals, art materials, all into a trash bag. He eyes began to tear up and he could feel the salty water fall down his cheeks and land on the wood floors, he watched his father shove every little thing violently into that Glade fucking trash bag, the lemon scented shit won’t make a difference since the things in the bag are a whole other story.
He couldn’t take it anymore, he walked back into his room and collapsed on the floor, how? why? Why the fuck would his parents do this, those were Georgie’s, how could they? Those things were so precious to him, why would he just stuff in a black, worthless trash bag. He couldn’t take it anymore, he took his brown backpack and stuffed as much shirts, underwear, and pants into it as quick as possible. He needed to get away from this toxic family, but his angry manner couldn’t stop the you tears, or the sadness, or the endless pain.
He took his phone and stared at it, where should he go to stay?
Mike? No, then he would be forced to do farm work.
Richie? Nope, his house smells like booze.
Eddie? Mom would kick him out of the house in an instance.
Ben? He wished, they’re out of town for the weekend.
Stan? Stan. Stan! Stan could help him, he’s always been there for him. He’s always been by his side, he smiled at his phone and quickly selected Stan’s contact.
The phone rang, Bill worried that he won’t pick up, he prayed that he might.
