A/N: OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED. My life has literally been a freaking roller coaster. At first I went on vacation to Florida and it was a pretty long vacation. I was actually happy because I got my OWN laptop for Christmas and I originally planned to write two-three chapters while I was over there since I was there for a week but that didn't work out because my family went to places like Universal Studios, Island of Adventure, and Magic Kingdom. There was never a day where we didn't spend the entire day walking. Geez. It was wild. Then, I had just gotten so busy. So much personal stuff happened and I was stressed. So this chapter is short. It seems a little rushed and honestly I'm not it's biggest fan but I was like I HAVE TO WRITE SOMETHING. I hope it isn't too disappointing but next chapter will be so much better! I'm getting started on it tonight so hopefully it'll be posted before Monday! I hope this chapter is okay! Thanks for not losing your faith in my guys!
It had been two days since the group slept over at Emma's. Rylee sat at home and sighed. She dreaded this day the most for the past six years. She picked up the family photo and sighed as she studied it. It was an old picture. She was seven years old, Mavis was twelve, her father's face had less lines and wrinkles but there was a blonde woman holding on to him. She had a big beautiful smile and she had wrinkles at the corner of her hazel eyes. Rylee sighed as she rubbed over the woman's face. Her father was in the kitchen, making breakfast as usual but his usual chipper self wasn't smiling.
"Shit!" he exclaimed. Rylee quickly turned around and made her way to the kitchen.
"Dad, are you okay?" She asked as she watched him as he shook his head. He hung his head and sighed.
"Yes, sweetheart. I'm fine." He mumbled. He grabbed the pan, and studied the burnt pancake. He tossed it in the trash and threw the pan in the sink.
"Dad, you don't have to make breakfast. I can cook!" She exclaimed. He looked back at her, his usual smile was replaced with a forced one. He nodded and patted her head before leaving to his room. Rylee sighed as she scrubbed down the pan and began making scrambled eggs. She also began making the pancakes and bacon. She was careful not to burn anything. Mavis entered the kitchen.
"Smells good, Ry." She complimented as she sat at the table. There was a brief moment of silence. The smaller blonde finished up, making a plate and began heading up the stairs. She stopped at the door down the hallway.
"I don't know what to do, Roselyn. It's been six years, and I still can't believe you're not here." She heard her father mumble from inside the room. She stayed for a moment and continued to listen. "Our girls have been through so much and Mavis, our poor Mavis lost the love of her life." Rylee hung her head. "I'm just glad our baby has Emma. Our Rylee. You'd be so proud of our baby. Both of them. They're so beautiful. They look just like you." She heard a sob escape his mouth. "I miss you, Rose." Rylee felt her heart break a little. She heard enough. She knocked softly on the door, hearing a gasp come from inside.
"Daddy? I have your breakfast." Rylee squeaked. Her father opened the door, his eyes were red. He smiled at the small girl who pushed the plate towards him. He grabbed the plate and kissed the girls head.
"Thank you, pumpkin. I'll be here if you need me, okay?" Rylee nodded and turned away as he shut his door. She walked down the stairs. She grabbed her shoes and sat at the bottom of the stairs as she put them on. Mavis emerged from the kitchen with a plate in her hand as she stuffed her mouth.
"Aren't you going to eat?" She asked, worry lingered in her voice. Rylee simply shook her head.
"I'm gonna go for a ride around town." Rylee answered blankly. She stood up and made her way towards the door.
"Rylee," Mavis called. Rylee turned around to be greeted by Mavis putting her plate down on the living room coffee table. The older teen walked over to the younger one as she placed a hand on her shoulder. "It was a long time ago. I know you miss her. I miss her. Dad misses her." The eighteen year old stopped for a moment as she seemingly searched for the right words. "But it was no ones fault. I know it traumatized you, but you're here now and that's what matters." Rylee stared for a moment. It did traumatize her but Mavis was wrong. She was still here but her mother wasn't. It was her fault. At least, she felt like it was. Rylee turned back around and opened the door. "Rylee, please be-" The younger blonde walked out, shutting the door behind her. "Careful." Mavis trailed off. The younger blonde picked up her bike. Her mind was a mess. An image of her mother flashed through her mind. She shook her head, as she hopped on to the seat and began pedaling, not hearing Stan's calls to her. She didn't know where she was going. She was just going. She felt like she needed to get away. The girl peddled as fast as she could. She ended up at the quarry. She sat on one of the rocks where they discussed Ben's discovery about Derry and began to let the tears she held back, flow. It's been six years since she lost her mother. Roselyn Walker was one of the most beautiful women. It wasn't like it was her mother's choice to leave them. Although she was only seven at the time, she remembered the woman well. The way she smelled, the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled, her kindness. How in love her father and she were. She remembered damn near everything. Rylee stared at the water and stood up, skipping rocks. On the other side of the bank, she noticed a woman standing there. Rylee wiped away her tears with the sleeve of her short and squinted. The woman waved. Rylee shook her head realizing what the woman was wearing. She stepped forward at the edge of the water. The woman wore a floral dress that stopped right below her knees. She had blonde hair and she was pale. Rylee rubbed her eyes again and squinted harder to try and make the woman's facial features.
"Rylee," the woman called as she motioned for the young teen. The woman's voice, was a voice Rylee couldn't forget.
"Mom!?" Rylee cried in disbelief as she took a few steps forward. The woman ran towards Rylee, splashing in the water, now swimming towards her.
"Rylee!" The teen froze in place as she saw a white gloved hand emerge from the water, pushing the woman's head under.
"Mom!" Rylee screamed, tears pouring from her eyes as she ran in to the water, splashing around. The woman struggled, her hand reaching the surface. With panic in her eyes, Rylee swam as fast as she could. The woman's head resurfaced as she coughed. Before Rylee reached her, a clown also emerged from the water besides the blonde woman. He grinned as he grabbed Roselyn. Rylee's eyes widened as she paddled in place.
"Rylee, help! He's trying to drown me! Baby, please!" Roselyn reached for Rylee as the clown giggled.
"Hiya Rylee!" He smiled darkly. "Thought I wasn't real, did you?" He questioned as he cocked his head to the side. Rylee shook her head, eyes wide with horror. Emma wasn't making it up. He was just as she described. Orange hair, white makeup with red markings from his lips up to his eyes. He mimicked her mother's cries for help. His eyes then darkened as he ducked the woman under the water.
"No!" Rylee cried. "Please, stop!" Roselyn's arms frantically waved above the water's surface. The clown laughed as her movements began to slow. Rylee, still frozen with shock and fear stared as the woman stopped moving.
"Don't be scared of your friend Pennywise, Rylee!" He taunted as he looked down at the woman he had just drowned. "Oopsies! Pennywise made a whoopsie!" He giggled as he brought the woman back up. He grabbed her pale , lifeless face and made her face Rylee's direction by gripping her chin. "Does this scare you, Rylee?" He questioned as he looked back from the woman to the smaller blonde. Water dripped from his lower lip. Rylee swam as fast as she could away from the scene. She didn't dare turn back but she could hear splashing from behind her. Her heart raced. She could feel it pounding in her ears. He was swimming after her and she knew it. She felt a hand grab her ankle. She screamed as it dragged her in to the water. As she screamed, water filled her lungs. She opened her eyes as she felt the hand release her ankle and two hands grip her arms. She was turned around and faced with the clown who mouthed cries for help, mimicking her crying. She felt like her lungs were about to burst, the water almost burning her throat as she struggled in his arms. Her vision began to fade in and out. Suddenly she slipped into unconsciousness.
"Mommy?" A seven year old Rylee called to the woman driving. The woman looked in the rear view mirror. Her hazel eyes narrowed and the corner of her eyes crinkled as they always did when she smiled.
"Yes, baby?" Roselyn answered. She looked back at the road then in to the rear view mirror again.
"Can we play a game?" Rylee questioned as she hugged her favorite plush toy. It was a white cat. Driving for some reason always made the small girl nervous but her plush kitty always calmed her nerves at the age of seven.
"Hm, how about I spy?" Rylee nodded eagerly. "Okay, I'll start. I spy with my little eye, something white and fluffy!" The woman looked in the rear view mirror again.
"Kitty!" Rylee exclaimed as she hugged her plush even tighter.
"That's right! You are so smart!" Roselyn praised. Little Rylee's expression changed in to something fearful. Roselyn's eyebrows knitted together. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" she questioned. Instead of receiving a verbal answer, Rylee pointed towards the front of the car. Roselyn looked at the road and noticed an eighteen wheeler on the wrong side of the road, coming straight towards them. Roselyn gasped and jerked the car to the right to avoid colliding with the large truck. "Baby, hold on!" Roselyn and Rylee screamed as Roselyn crashed into the barrier next to her. The car rolled over the barrier, off the cliff. The car then plummeted into the body of water below them. Both the small girl and woman, unconscious from the impact of crashing in to the barrier. The woman had awaken to the sounds of Rylee's screams then the screams were filled with the sound of water filling her ears. The woman's eyes shot open and she immediately tried to take her seat belt off. The only concern she had was getting to her child. She struggled with the seat belt for a moment but finally broke free. She then looked in the backseat and remembered she had taught Rylee sign language.
'I'm going to need you to calm down. Do you remember when me and Dad taught you how to swim?' Roselyn signed. Rylee nodded. 'Okay, I'm going to get you and as soon as I open the door, you're going to need to swim up!' Rylee nodded again. She noticed that Rylee was slightly squirmy, causing Roselyn to panic. Roselyn lunged for Rylee's seat belt. She quickly unbuckled the girl and grabbed her, bringing her towards the front of the car. She looked over to Rylee who seemed to be struggling with holding her breath. Luckily the car was completely submerged underwater, the door opened with ease, Roselyn grabbed Rylee and pushed her out the door. As she tried to swim after the small girl, her shirt got caught on to something, yanking her back. Catching Roselyn off guard, she gasped, water began to fill her lungs. Rylee looked back with a worried expression. Roselyn shook her head. She was stuck. She tried ripping the piece of cloth off whatever was holding her back. She felt her eyes wanting to sting with tears. She shook her head and began to sign to the smaller girl. 'Keep going baby, I'll be right behind you. Once you go up, try to swim to shore.' Rylee nodded and swam towards the surface. Roselyn frantically thrashed around, practically begging to be released to be with her youngest daughter. Eventually her body grew tired. Her vision fading in and out. She stared towards the surface, praying her daughter made it, as the car sank deeper and deeper with her inside.
Rylee gasped as she reached the surface. She coughed up the water that she had swallowed before reaching the surface.
"Mommy?!" She cried as she looked around frantically. 'Try to swim to shore' she recalled her mother signing. Rylee looked around and noticed the shore not too far. Although her small body was tired, she pushed herself to keep swimming. She finally reached land and laid there, panting. Above her was the broken barrier, sirens approaching. She sat up, searching the water, waiting for her mother to come up, but she never did. "Mommy!" She screamed at the water over and over again, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Hey! There's a kid down there!" A voice from above called as Rylee continued to sob.
Hours later, Rylee was wrapped in a big blanket, waiting as she looked over the cliff. Her father had arrived.
"Rylee!" He cried as he embraced the small girl. She did nothing but stare. "Where is my wife?!" He questioned as he held on to Rylee tightly. The cops looked down. "I said where is she!?"
"Sir, we haven't been able to get your daughter to speak for quite some time. Is your wife her mother?" Ted nodded. "Sir, when we found her, she was screaming for her mother towards the water. I'm sorry but I don't think your wife made it. I'm sure we'll find her, but-" The officers words faded out. Ted let go of Rylee and collapsed to his knees, the shock setting in. His body shook as he began screaming.
"Roselyn!" He cried, he was now sobbing on his hands and his knees. "No! Rose!" Rylee felt the tears stream down her face. She could never forget the screams of her father, how broken he sounded, the way he looked. It was a day she would never be able to forget.
Stan Uris pulled Rylee out of the water. He was glad he followed her. How could she have been so careless? When he reached the quarry Rylee was floating face down. He started the chest compression's and after about 30 of them, he pinched her nose and did a couple rescue breaths. Nothing. He felt his eyes sting as he started the chest compression's again.
"Damn it, Ry! Wake up!" He cried, the tears falling on her face. He did one more rescue breath causing Rylee to cough up the water that filled her lungs. She gasped for air as she sat up frantically searching around. Besides her was a wet Stan. His bike thrown next to hers. Worried filled his eyes as he hugged the girl tightly.
"I thought I lost you Rylee!" He cried. She let him hug her, too exhausted to hug back. She sobbed in to his shoulder.
"I saw him, Stan!" She rasped. He cupped her cheeks as she continued to sob. "I fucking saw him!" Stan shook his head and hushed her as he let her sob into his chest. He didn't want to believe it. She didn't see the clown. She didn't even believe in the clown when Emma told them. He was scared. They both were.
A/N: Okay yeah so not the best chapter, short, maybe even seemed a little lazy but I swear I will make up for it next chapter! I hope you guys stick by me! I promise I'll start updating more regularly from now on!