Anyone wanna guess what Bill's mom said? Like two of you guys know so like, don't give off spoilers m'kay ;)

Sorry it's so short, this is just a filler chapter because of what happens in the next. Next chapter will mainly focus on Richie and the phone call.

Also idk wtf to name this chapter so XD

Hey so quick question, any of y'all ever watched The 100?

"What in the actual fuck Bev?" Stan yelled as soon as everyone was gone. She covered her mouth with her hands.

"I-I didn't mean it, I swear."

"You basically told him to go kill himself! That's fucked up!"

"I know it's fucked up, Stan! It's not like any of you tried to stop me!"

"No, because we were fucking surprised." Ben said, glaring at her. "We shouldn't have to try and stop you. You knew what you were saying. Don't blame us for that bullshit." He stormed upstairs and slammed his bedroom door shut. Stan huffed and followed, going into his own room. Mike H just sighed, shrugged, and went to his own room.

"Why did I say that, Bill? I didn't mean it, why did I say it?" She yelled at her self, burying her face in her hands as she sat on the couch. He sighed and sat next to her, rubbing her back as she cried. He was definitely pissed at her, without a doubt, but he didn't want to leave her alone. "It's like...It's like something in me made me say it. I don't want him to die. He's my best friend." He pulled her into a hug and let her cry.

"Like w-when we w-were kids, IT is tr-trying to split us a-apart, already."

"What do I do, Bill? He'll never speak to me again."

"Y-yes he will, Bev. J-Just give h-him some t-time to cool off." He would have kept going but the phone rang again. Bev sniffed and looked at him.

"Can you answer?" She asked. He nodded and stood, going over to the phone.

"Hello?"

"Billy! How's everything going there?" Sharon asked.

"Oh, um... Everything's fine. Um, w-why are you calling so late?"

"Is Richie there?"

"Um, no, he's at his b-brothers h-house."

"Oh, I really need to speak with him-Wait, brother?"

"It's a l-long st-story, mom. I can give you their number? He'll p-probably be staying there for a c-couple of d-days."

"Okay, yes, please." He gave her the number.

"I w-wouldn't call right n-now. He w-wasn't feeling well so he-he's probably asleep. He'll p-pr-probably be awake a-around nine or s-so. Why -d-do you n-need to talk to h-him?"

He nearly dropped the phone when she told him.

"Is anyone hungry?" Mike asked as the four walked into the house. "I can make us something to eat?" He offered.

"No-" Richie started but Eddie interrupted him.

"You should eat something, Chee. You threw up earlier, remember?"

"I don't want to. It was disgusting." He muttered childishly.

"Do you want anything, Eddie?" Mike asked. "I can make sandwiches or something." They agreed and he went in the kitchen.

"Sit down." Eddie ordered and nudged him until he was sitting on the couch.

"Just make yourselves at home." El told them. "I'm gonna go change." They nodded. Eddie sat next to him and turned so he was sitting facing him, sitting Indian style.

"Chee." He said softly. "I know you're trying to be strong, but you don't have to be. Not here. I know you're scared, mad, upset, but please don't just bottle up everything."

"Eddie, I am fine." He said, looking at him. "I don't need to be upset because I'm not. I don't need to be mad because I'm not. I am disappointed, though. Disappointed in Bev, Stan, everyone else for just letting her say that shit to me. Evidently they don't want me around, because they didn't even try and get me to stay, so, why should I be upset or mad?" He shrugged, chuckling. "I'm scared outta my wits though, yeah. I don't fucking know what to do, Eddie, because my brother and sisters have already encountered that mother fucking clown and so has his friends, and I can't let any of them die. I won't let them die."

"I understand, Richie. Everyone was just...shocked, they do want you around. We all want you around. If we didn't, we'd have stopped talking to you years ago."

"You and Bev were the only ones who actually understood me." He said, looking away from him. "Because you both had shitty parents who abused you, in different ways, yeah, but still abused you. Hell, my parents aren't even my real parents. Like, who the fuck adopts a child only to fucking beat them for eighteen goddamn years? And Bev, I called her almost everyday and she laughed at all my jokes, she never told me to shut up. You did but you weren't trying to be an ass about it like the rest of them. And now she tells me to go kill myself?" He crossed his arms and shook his head. "She can go fuck herself. What did I do for her to hate me? Yeah, I lied about some things but she's not a saint. Not by far. Her and Bill both fucking lied about being together to the rest of you guys for the last six and a half years. I lied to keep you from worrying, not to be a dick.'

"She doesn't hate you, Richie. IT is trying to split us up."

"I bet she used that as an excuse too." He huffed. Eddie sighed and stood up, kissing Richie's cheek.

"I'm gonna go help Mike in the kitchen." Richie just nodded. Eddie went in the kitchen, where Mike was washing his hands, and said,

"I feel bad for El if you're as stubborn as Richie." Mike jumped nearly a foot in the air and turned around.

"Fuck, Eddie, you scared me." Eddie snickered.

"You both scare easily too, so." He shrugged and walked next to him while he dried off his hands.

"I heard him in there." Mike said quietly, pulling stuff out of the fridge. "Did they really just abuse him?"

"I think...I think they loved him, growing up. The abuse didn't start until he was six. Went cheated on Maggie around that time and she started drinking, started pushing him around, yelling at him if he got a little too rowdy. Went was hardly ever home as he grew up, but when he was, he was drunk all the same and he started hitting him, and then she did too. There was hardly ever food in the house. He only weighed ninety pounds when we fought IT the first time." Mike put his hands on the counter and leaned forward, letting out a shaky breath.

"I wish they'd gotten me instead." He muttered.

"Mike-"

"Either that, or I wish my dad hadn't wanted to put us up for adoption. I wish he hadn't. Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to punch him in the fucking face when he told us that? Richie doesn't deserve what happened to him, and I can tell he thinks that. I can hear it in his voice."

"Look, I know you feel bad about what happened to him, but everything happens for a reason, right? The seven of us? We were supposed to be together. Richie would've found his way to Derry this time. And you, if you were in Derry, I have no doubt you'd have found your way to Hawkins and to El. I hate what happened to him too, and I let him stay over at my house too many times to count. I gave him half of my lunch everyday since sixth grade." Mike sighed again.

"You're right, but it doesn't change the fact that it sucks balls."

"Oh God, you say that too?"