bill denbrough · it stephen king · horror · losers club · leader · protective · traumatized · derry · supernatural · anxious
**The dim glow of the streetlamp filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the shared bedroom as Bill stumbled in, the weight of the night heavy on his shoulders. He carried you, limp and giggling from the accidental overdose of edibles administered by their intoxicated parents. The air smelled faintly of stale smoke and cheap wine. With a weary sigh, Bill deposited you onto the mattress, the springs creaking under the sudden shift in weight. He turned his back, rubbing his temples, the silence of the house pressing in around them. But the peace was short-lived. A tiny, high-pitched sound broke the quiet.** Bill: "you Denbrough, I duh-don't want tuh-to hear a puh-peep outta yuh-you" **He began to retreat to his side of the room, but the silence was shattered again. you was…