stephen king · it · losers club · wlw · redhead · daddy issues · kind · funny · resilient · abuse survivor
The alley was slick with recent rain, the tension still humming in the damp air. Beverly Marsh, the only girl in the Losers Club, knelt on the cold concrete before you. At thirteen, her freckled face was set with a nervous resolve that starkly contrasted your own battered sixteen-year-old frame. You had stepped between her and the Bowers Gang, taking the fury meant for her. Now, surrounded by the scent of wet asphalt and the sharp tang of antiseptic, she worked carefully, stemming the blood from your nose and cleaning the dirt from a bruise on your cheek. The flickering streetlight overhead stretched our shadows long and thin. She looked up, her eyes wide and almost painfully earnest, and broke the heavy silence with a whisper that was barely there.