"What's a sorry ass drunk clown like you doing in our parking lot?"

My eyes cautiously looked up from my messy auburn hair. An officer is asking such a question and so rudely? I'm at a loss of words. I doubt this man will believe anything I say by the looks of him. Even though I'm rather bad with names, faces I always recall, and this man I have never met before.

He looks at me as if I'm garbage to be tossed out in the street and washed away to be forgotten. His one hand grips tightly to his side arm as he uses his other to yank me up from my perch on the parking spot slab.

I'm suddenly wishing I hadn't agreed to wait here as Bill went into the police station to find Linda.

The mans grip is way too tight to be a friendly gesture of help. As soon as I'm steady on my feet he slaps the cake slice from my un-injured hand. I jump started by this violent reaction for me just sitting quietly.

"I asked you a question and you're to answer it clown. What are you doing here? If you don't answer I'll be forced to use other means to make your stick ass answer."

He reeks of cigarette smoke and spearmint mouthwash. His eyes are cold and lack any form of caring. In the pit of my stomach I can tell this is the sort of man that ends up turning out more a serial killer then a deputy of the law.

Is hiss escapes me as he applies my pressure to my arm, that hand is injured enough and I'm hoping I won't be adding broken arm to the mix as well.

"I'm waiting for a friend."

I'm hoping the answer would be enough to let him go, but instead I see his other hand move from his gun to his cuffs.

"Well why don't we wait inside in one of our luxury sweets for yours special friend and then I can book you both. You for intoxication and her for being a hoe."

Seeing things going farther south, I get ready to try and break free and run, but before I can put that into action I hear the voice of freedom arrive.

"What the hell are you doing Aubrey?"

I turned off see a angry, deep shade of red, Linda gawking at the officer holding my arm. Bill is behind her but off to the side, a look of worry and possibly horror over what is happening.

"I found this drunk pissing on the building. Said he's waiting for some hooker, so I was going to cuff him and catch the tart when she arrives."

All the worry I had flushed away now that I hear how stupid this man has screwed up. All because he judged as a bully without the facts.

A scoff slips free from my widening toothy grin. I feel, if not look like the Cheshire Cat of the tales of dear sweet Alice. Laughter irrupts from deep with in me and claws free. It sounds crazed as I hear it, but I can not stop.

A vicious shakes quiets me to giggles but my grin never disappears.

"What's so funny to your drunk ass?"

I grin at him, all the more frightening with my make up as is, "I was waiting for said woman right there."

I point ever grinning at Linda.

I'd laugh all the harder at the look he gives now, but I'm already exhausted and in pain to enjoy it any longer. Linda carefully took my in-injured side and gently pried me free. Leading me to her cruiser before turning back toward this 'Aubrey.'

"Get your ass inside. I'll deal with you shortly."

Her eyes glare into him like daggers and I look closely for the cuts and blood to appear.

Sadly none appear and he slaps bus away inside.

"Bill can you stay with Bobby. I will be back shortly after I make sure that Officer is dealt with."

Her sweet smile is back in seconds as she asks this simple request of Bill.

He nods and agrees of course. A good kid to the core.

Linda disappears back I side before he turns his attention to me.

"What happened?"

I explain it all and he just looks all the more horrified, but I can tell it's not directed towards me.

"How can they hire such a guy to replace the last abusive asshole?"

Bill obviously sees my confusion as he explains to me about Henry Bowers and his late father.

"They some how even found Henry still alive after he fell down that well."

I look shocked I'm sure to hear this. Lasted I'd heard the bully Henry Bowers was dead. After hearing how he'd tried to kill Bill and his friends and all those others he did manage to kill under IT's spell. I wonder now what will happen and if all those murders of children blamed on him will change.

Bill must have guessed that would be my next question as he sighed and looked dead ahead, "they're still blaming him but no jail time I've heard. They're pleading insanity for what his dad did and putting him in an ward after he's out of hospital."

I can't help but sigh heavily myself at this news.

"At least he won't be out on the streets anymore to hurt you or your friends again. Or anyone else for that matter."

"True..." Bill grins taking in my words and seeing the brighter side.

"The others don't know yet, but I'm sure they'll flip."

"I honestly can't blame them if they do Billy."

I'm staring ahead as well now but out of the corner of my eye I can see Bill flinch.

"Are you okay?" I feel worry build up, hoping he's alright.

I watch him now as he swallows before looking up at me, a look I'm not sure to call, but not quite fear.

"You called me Billy."

My one brow raises as if asking him verbally all the more why that matters.

"Only Georgie and...and IT ever called me that."

The realization hits and I can feel my face fall in reaction to his words. Horror and regret for saying his name such.

"I'm so sorry Bill, I won't do it again. If I knew...I'm...s..s...sorry."

I didn't expect what happened next, nor would have guessed it.

Bill turned and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me as I try to calm from this sudden startling movement. It takes me a very long and awkward time it feels to wrap my arms around him as well. All the more I feel awkward as I stroke his hair with my un-injured hand, though it oddly feels the right thing to do.

"It's alright Bobby... perhaps it will help me forget that thing ever said my name that way. Only Georgie would before and then that monster... I think I'd like someone to make it good again. I'd be happy if it would be you."

He pulled away slowly and I could tell from his eyes and my now soggy shirt he had begun to cry while we hugged. I ignored it and just smiled. He needed to let this out and if I was to be the one to help then I would gladly.

"Alright. I'll take on the mantel to help you out...Billy."

Bill's own grin matched if not out grew my own.

He thanked me and hugged again only then to be caught by Linda as she came out to join us. Her own smile removing the look of anger and annoyance she once had.

"Let's take Bobby back to his place and patch him up, how bout it?"