Chapter Twelve:
"I Thought I Was The Crazy One."
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"You. You did this to him!" Mrs. Kaspbrak wailed, pointing at each of them as she forced Eddie to get into the car. "You know how delicate he is."

Because she was fumbling with her keys, they fell out of her hand. Beverly leaned down to help her, but Mrs. Kaspbrak wasn't happy with that. "No. No, get back! Get back! Oh.. Oh, I've heard of you Miss Marsh.. and I don't want a dirty girl like you anywhere near my son."

Beverly gasped, stumbling back into Jack. Mrs. Kaspbrak smirked to herself, a nasty and mean smirk as she set her gazes on Jack and Beverly. "I've heard of you, too, Mr. Andersen.. and if I ever see you anywhere near my son? I don't need you.. and your drug habits to rub off on him."

"Mrs. K-" Bill tried, only getting a nasty look in response. "I s-sw-sw-swear!"

"No! No. You're all.. monsters! All of you." Mrs. Kaspbrak shouted, "And Eddie's done with you! You hear me? Done!"

He jumped at the sound of the car door slamming behind her, squeezing his eyes shut as the engine started.

Jack watched in silence as the car drove away. He could see Eddie's face in the mirror, maintaining eye contact with him for as long as he could. Pain spread from the blond's heart throughout his body as the car disappeared and he was no longer able to see Eddie.

"I-I s-saw it, I saw the well." Bill said, looking at each of his friends, "I s-s-saw where It lives and n-n-next time we'll be better p-pr-prepared."

"Next time? Next time? Are you fucking kidding me?" Jack scoffed, raising his right hand and rubbing the tiredness out of his eyes. His left hand sunk into his pocket, his fingers brushing against the orange bottle of caffeine pills. "I thought I was the crazy one."

"Next time?" Stan repeated, stepping forward and furrowing his eyebrows, "No. No next time, Bill! Jack is right. You're insane!"

"Why? We all know no one else is gonna do anything!" Beverly defended, throwing her hands in the air.

"Are you kidding me? Eddie was nearly killed, Jack looks.. like that. Don't know what the fuck happened to him! He looks like he saw a fucking ghost! And are we seriously not gonna acknowledge the fact that I was fucking right? He fucking kissed Eddie. He's gay, and none of you believed me!"

"Shut the fuck up, man." Jack sneered, glaring at Richie. "This is not the fucking time for your stupid I told you so moment!"

"It doesn't matter if he's gay or not!" Stan shouted. "You're making a big deal out of nothing!"

Ben nodded in agreement, wincing as he kept his hand pressed against his stomach.

"And look at this motherfucker!" Richie ignored him, gesturing wildly to Ben and Jack as he ranted. "He's leaking hamburger helper."

Bill stayed silent, his shoulders rising and falling. He kept a hard glare on Richie as he threatened Bill.

"Exactly! I'm not going back into that fucking place for any fucking reason." Jack backed up, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're unbelievable."

"We can't just pretend like it's gonna stop! Ben you said it yourself, It comes back every twenty-seven years." Beverly turned to Ben, desperate for someone to defend her.

"You know what? Fine! I'll be forty and far, far from here!" Ben shook his head in utter disbelief, "I thought you wanted to get out of this town, too?"

"Who doesn't wanna get out of this fucking town?" Jack scoffed, crossing his arms. Richie nodded in agreement as he raked his hand through his hair. "I for one hate it here."

"That's because I wanna run towards something! Not away." Beverly pointed at the house, the look of desperation still clear on his face.

"I'm sorry, who invited Molly Ringwald into the group?" Richie said sarcastically, causing Beverly to flip him off.

"Her name is Beverly." Jack corrected, causing Richie to scoff and roll his eyes.

"I'm just saying! Let's face facts! Real world. Georgie is dead! Stop trying to get us killed, too." Richie sneered, commenting on where he knew it would hurt Bill the most.

Jack squeezed his eyes shut shaking his head. "Bill, no-"

"Georgie isn't dead." Bill insisted. Jack thought it was kind of sad, actually. The hope that Bill had that his brother was still living, when the chances are slim, if there are any at all left. Jack didn't think so.

"You couldn't save him, but you can still save yourself."

"No!" Bill raised his voice, "No. T-Take it b-back! You're s-s-sc-scared, and we all are, but t-ta-t-take it back!" Bill roughly shoved Richie back.

"Bill, what the fuck are you doing?" Jack scoffed, "This isn't a good idea."

Bill ignored him, deciding to only increase the tensions by punching Richie in the face.

"Bill, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Jack rolled his eyes and scrunched up his face.

"You're just a bunch of losers! Fuck off. You're gonna get yourselves killed looking for a fucking clown!" Richie struggled against the grip Mike held on him.

"Stop it! Stop!" Beverly pleaded, "This is what It wants. It wants to divide us. We were all together in Neibolt when we saw It. That's why we're still alive."

"Yeah? Well, I plan to keep it that way!" Richie flipped the group of friends off before leaving on his bike.

Jack nodded to himself, "I'm not going back in there. You can't make me."

"Jack, please-" Beverly pleaded, watching as Jack turned and
mounted his bike.

"No. I won't go in! You can't make me. I don't wanna die." Jack took one last look at them before he pushed off.

Once again, pain from his heart spread throughout his chest, because he was acutely aware that he was going the exact opposite way of Eddie.

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{ A/n: richie commenting on jack being gay at the worse possible time part 39298192 }

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