Richie's P.O.V

"Richie, please. Just get out of here."

Y/n was hovering on top of me, her tears falling onto my face. Whatever she saw in that room caused this.

It had to be the clown. That fucking clown. I'm gonna destroy it for hurting my girl.

Y/n stood up, wiping the tears from her eyes. Bill came running over.

"I-I found Eddie. C-C-Come on, he n-needs our help."

We ran, following Bill. We ended up in a kitchen, and Eddie was on the floor, held down by the clown.

The clown turned to face us, and y/n hid behind me.

"This isn't real enough for you, Billy? I'm not real enough for you? It was real enough for Georgie."

The clown came running towards us, but a pole was shoved through its head. Beverly and the others were standing in the doorway.

I ran to Eddie, Bill and Bev beside me. Y/n didn't move. She grabbed her head, hissing in pain.

"Y/n! Get over here!"

But she didn't move. She was glued to the spot.

It turned around, its face all mesed up. The pole swung around, cutting Ben.

It looked down at y/n, who was standing right in front it.

"I knew you'd come back, y/n/n."

The clown reached out a hand, trying to grab y/n, but she swung a knife forward, cutting off its hand. She flinched when she did so.

As we comforted Eddie, trying to calm him down, the clown snuck out of the room.

Bill followed it, and y/n collapsed to the ground, holding her wrist as if she were in pain.

"Y/n?" Stan said, kneeling beside the girl. I felt a pang of jealously when she looked up at Stan with a fond look in her eyes.

"I'm fine, Stan. I just hurt my wrist when I flicked the knife out."

Stan nodded, moving away from y/n. I turned back to Eddie, as he cried in pain from his broken arm.

"I'm gonna snap it back into place."

"Do not fucking touch me!" Eddie yelled as I gripped his arm.

"Well, one, two, three." I s(ch)napped it back into place, and Eddie screamed again.

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We all awkwardly stood outside the Kaspbrak residence, as Mrs. K fussed over Eddie.

She dragged him into her car, yelling about how this was our fault.

She dropped her keys, and y/n bent down to get them.

"Let me-"

"Get back!" She said, and y/n quickly retracted her hand.

"Oh I've heard of you, Miss l/n... and I don't want a dirty girl like you touching my Eddie."

Y/n's eyes filled with tears. I knew how sensitive she was about the rumors that spread throughout town.

Eddie's mom got on the car, and they drove away, towards the hospital.

We all got on our bikes, y/n riding with me. We didn't get very far when we stopped.

"I saw the well. W-w-w-w-we know where it is and next time we'll be better prepared."

Everyone looked at Bill.

"No! No next time, Bill!"

Stan said, being the voice of reason once more.

"Why? We all know nobody else is going to do anything!"

I groaned, hopping of my bike.

"Eddie was nearly killed! And look at this motherfucker; he's leaking hamburger helper!"