A/N: Hello everyone! Man, I have not written anything in a while but as of recently I did get inspired so, I decided to write this piece.
This story does contain triggers for physical abuse and sexual abuse so please be advised that you are reading at your own risk if you are easily triggered by said topics.
I hope you enjoy this first chapter! Please, feel freed to leave reviews, let me know how I did, favorite, follow, or even PM me. Thanks again! Let's get started! Also, I only own my OC'S, I do not own IT or any of the characters!
Giggling was heard from the front of the house. Curious, Emarosa peeked down the stair, towards the front door. She made her way down the hallway, stopping at the middle of the stairs, crossing her arms over her chest. There at the front door, getting kissed all over by Oscar 'Butch' Bowers, was her mother, Deidra Morales. The smell of alcohol flooded her nostrils, making her scrunch up her nose. She watched as Oscar smiled at her mother before kissing her cheek one more time. Walking out, he turned back around and noticed Emma, he did a slight wave before getting in to his car, causing Emma to roll her eyes.
She stared in disgust as her mother waved, staring after Oscar in a daze. Emma descended down the rest of the stairs.
"How's Rena Davenport? Considering you are screwing her man and all." The disgust rolled off of Emarosa's tongue. Deidra turned around with a sigh.
"You don't understand what me and Butch have, Emma." She slurred. Emma raised an eyebrow.
"No? But that over there does?" The almost teen questioned as she motioned her head over to the empty bottle of whiskey on the dining table. Deidra rubbed her temples.
"Em,"
"I thought you quit." Emma interrupted. Deidra stepped forward, placing her hands on her daughters shoulders.
"Sweetie, I did. It was just one time." The smell of alcohol was now on her mothers breath, making Emma scrunch up her nose again, shrugging the hands off her shoulders.
"If Kurt were here-" Emma felt a sting on her left cheek. The impact of her mother's hand caused her to hold her hand to her cheek.
"Kurtis is dead, Emarosa! Dead! Meaning he is never coming back!" Deidra shouted. Emarosa felt tears sting, threatening to spill from her eyes. Breathing heavily, she fought back against the tears. Realizing what she had done, Deidra's hand clasped over her mouth. "Sweetheart, I am so-"
"And who is to fucking blame for that?" Emma questioned. She could no longer fight back the tears, as they begin to spill from her chocolate brown eyes, trailing down her cheeks. She hated crying. Crying was a sign of weakness, but when it came to Kurt, she could never stop it. Her mother began to sob.
"If you were just strong enough to leave, my brother would still be here...and I wouldn't have had to...to..." Emma trailed off as she became lost in her own thoughts. Today her brother would have been eighteen. Eighteen and off to college.
***Six Months Ago***
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
Don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the may queen
Yes, there are the paths you can go by
But in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on
"Who's this again?" Emma asked. "This song is long but I really like it!"
"This is Led Zeppelin, little sis! Look, look! This sick solo is about to come on!" Kurt exclaimed as he pointed back at the radio with his thumb. As the solo started, Emma watched Kurt play air guitar. His eyes lit up as he looked back at the younger sibling. His shaggy hair, almost covering his light brown eyes, a mess compared to it usually being slicked back. After the solo, he cupped his hands in to an imaginary mic. "And as we wind on down the road, our shadows, taller than our souls. There walks a lady we all know, who shines white light and wants to show, how everything still turns to go-old. And if you listen very hard, the tune will come to you, at last. When all are one and one is all, yeah! To be a rock and not to roll," She watched in amazement as her brother vocalized perfectly. "And she's buying a stairway to heaven." He finished, wearing his famous goofy grin. Emma couldn't help but return the same goofy grin.
"That was so rad!" she exclaimed, making him chuckle at her excitement as he poked at her dimple. He plopped himself down on his bed as the younger sibling joined him. She groaned as he roughed up her hair, making him laugh harder. This was something they did every day. Sit in his room and listen to music for most of the evening. "It's going to suck when you leave." she finally said. They never talked much about him leaving for college. It was too hard to talk about. The thought of not being able to see her older brother every day worried her. Who would protect her from being the new target of the racist Henry Bowers. Who would show her cool new music and jam with her. Who would be there when she needed someone to talk to or even just vent to about dumb school stuff. Or-
"Sis, helloooo!"Kurt waved his hand in front of Emma's face. The eleven year old blinked a couple of times before coming back to reality. She looked up to be met by the older siblings concerned and worried gaze. "Did you hear me at all?" he asked.
"Sorry, bro. I didn't mean to zone out like that. What did you say?" Kurt sighed as he pushed back his shaggy hair, out of his face.
"I was saying not to worry so much, Emma. I'm always going to be around, especially to check up on you. I'll even bring them to visit! I'm going to make sure you stay out of trouble. I'm always going to take care of you, you know that right? If that Bowers boy gives you any more problems, you give me a call, I'll be there." It wasn't the same and she knew he knew it. Why couldn't he just take her with him? He put a hand on her shoulder as she nodded. "I'll always be your big brother, Emma. Always." He flashed one of his rare, sincere, loving smiles as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders in a sort of side embrace. He kissed the top of her head.
Interrupting the special moment and bond between the siblings, a high pitched scream was heard from outside of the room along with the sound of glass crashing.
"Why the fuck can't you do anything right, you stupid bitch!?" the sound of their father, Augustine Morales' voice boomed. Kurt jumped up to his feet.
"Emma, stay here. Do not leave this room, do you hear me?" he instructed as he always did. Before she could answer, he left the room, closing the door behind him. Emma hurried to the door and pressed her ear against it. "Leave her the hell alone already, you bastard!" Kurt growled.
"Stay out of this Kurtis!" Augustine barked back. There was a few moments of silence before the sound of dishes shattering interrupted, making Emma jump. "You want some too, boy? Oh, I'll give it to you alright!" Augustine yelled. Although Kurt told her to stay behind, in her gut she felt something was off. Worry began to take over as Emarosa slowly opened the door. She could hear punches landing, making her wince along with the sound of Kurt's grunts from the impact. Slowly, she exited the room and crept down the stairs. She noticed the kitchen table flipped over with broken plates and food on the ground. She stopped at the bottom step as she looked over at her mother, covered in bruises, as she cowered in the corner. It was the same routine every day. Her father would come home, beat her mother, Kurt would get involved, get beat himself, then their father would leave to go get pissed at the bar. Somehow this time seemed different. Emma gasped as she witnessed Augustine delivering blow after blow with Kurt pinned to the ground. She never witnessed the actual beatings themselves before. With each blow, Kurt began to spit up and cough up blood. "I'm tired of you thinking you're so much better than me! Going off to some fancy fucking college because you think you're so smart! I'll show you smart!" Kurt's face was bloody and swelling up.
"Daddy, stop it!" Emma cried as tears poured out of her eyes. She was now by the kitchen counter, on the floor in front of the two on the ground. Something shined in the corner of her eye.
"Emma," her brother started weakly. "...go..go back to the room..." he choked out. Augustine wrapped his hands around Kurt's throat as Emma watched in horror while Kurt clawed at his fathers hands.
"I heard enough out of you, boy!" Augustine growled through clenched teeth. He leaned in to Kurt's ear and whispered something inaudible to Emma. Kurt's eyes widened as he began fighting back harder than earlier.
"Don't...Don't you fucking touch her, you monster!" Kurt managed to hoarsely get out as he felt his father crushing his windpipes.
"Daddy, please!" Emma cried again. Kurt's motions began to slow as he tried clawing at his father's face before his movements began to seize, entirely. Tears streamed down his face as he looked over at Emma, mouthing the words 'I'm sorry.' as Augustine squeezed harder. He reached out to Emma mouthing one last word:
'Run'
Then his hand dropped as he laid there completely motionless, the life leaving his eyes, dead eyes fixed on Emma.
"Brother!" She sobbed as Augustine chuckled. He slowly stood up from the ground and kicked Kurt's motionless body as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He then turned to look at Emma with a menacing grin. If there was anything to describe the look on his face, it was pure evil.
Blood splattered across his face and clothes, a slight bruise forming in the lower left corner of his mouth
"Didn't big brother tell you to stay in your room, Emarosa?" Augustine questioned. His voice sent chills down her spine as she scrambled to her feet. "You've been a very, very naughty girl, Ems." he mumbled, as he undid his belt. Her eyes widened almost enough to bulge out of her eye sockets.
"Daddy," she choked. "Please, stop." she pleaded as she backed away, Augustine clicked his tongue as Emma shot a glance over at her mother who covered her face in shame, while she sobbed. "Mommy?" Emma called. Her fathers hand shot over to her, grabbing a handful of her hair. She shouted in pain as she grabbed the counter with one hand as the other reached for the hand nearly ripping out her hair, making him pull it harder as he wrapped it around his hand. Something shined in the corner of her eye again. "Daddy, stop!" She begged as he stuck his hand down his pants with a slight moan, as he shoved her over the counter. He leaned over to her ear as she whimpered, feeling him press up against her.
"Now let's see if you're better than your mother." She could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"I said STOP!" She screamed.
***PRESENT DAY***
Emma's vision blurred at the memory, more tears threatening to spill. "And you just let it all happen." she mumbled. She brushed past her mother and out the front door. She grabbed her red and black bike off the grass and swung her leg over. She began to pedal, slow at first as she inhaled the fresh smell of the crisp Saturday morning air. She began to pick up speed as her long brown hair whipped violently behind her. She loved music more than anything, thanks to her brother, but next to music, riding was the next best thing. Emma closed her eyes as she enjoyed the breeze.
"Hey, watch the fuck out!" Emma's eyes shot open as she skid her feet on the ground.
"Shit!" She cursed, as she flew off the bike to avoid the other cyclist.
"Who the hell rides with their eyes closed!" The boy shouted as he rode circles around Emma and her bike. "And what the hell, don't you know how to brake? Wait a minute, do you even have brakes!?" The boy stopped as he squinted at her bike. Annoyed by the questions, she sat up and examined the road rash on her leg and sighed.
"No, it's fixed gear. Ever heard of a fixie, kid?" The brunette finally glanced up to get a good look at the pest. He was pale with dark shaggy hair and big dark glasses.
"Kid? What the fuck? We're the same age, Dummy! Wait. Hey, you're that new girl, right? Not new, new. But new!" She sighed. It was fucking obvious who he was now, now that she took note of his loud mouth and came to the realization of how he wouldn't shut up.
It was Richie. Richie Fucking 'Trash Mouth' Tozier.
A/N: Well I really hope you enjoyed that chapter! Again feel free to review, favorite, and/or follow! I'd appreciate it so much! Until next time!