Y/n P.o.v

Five days until the funeral.

I stared wide eyed at Carter, tears filling my waterline and rolling down my puffy cheeks. My eyes began to shift towards Pennywise, only to be interrupted by a yell escaping Carters maw: "S-Stop!... I-Ignore him! Listen to me!... I'll be okay!... G-Go..." He choked, Pennywise's grip around his neck only growing tighter.

I flinched at the coughs of pain that rolled out of Carters throat.

I couldn't just leave him like this.

I lowered my eyes to the weak wooden flooring, I placed my hands against the doorway to make sure Pennywise didn't end up making the door slam shut and push me. I took a deep breath.

"Carter-" I began in a wavering voice.

Both their attention was on me.

Carter stared with wide eyes and a half opened mouth, ready to respond to my words. Pennywise watched me with narrowed eyes, a frown sat upon his face as the first row of his sharp teeth poked out from under his upper lip.

He tilted his head slightly to the side as I continued with my words.

"C-Carter... I-I-" I mumbled, my voice breaking halfway through.

Pennywise turned to look at Carter for a moment, "C-Carter... Hehehe," He mocked, giggling afterwards.

I forced his interruption to the back of my mind and continued.

I took a deep breath.

"I-I'll be back for you... I love you..." And with those final words I began to squeeze through the tight fit of the door. Pennywise quickly perked up, his eyes widening when I finished speaking, his eyebrows raised; he seemed taken back.

"Y/n!- D-Don't!" He called, his voice breaking.

Carter let out a choked laugh, "Wh-What, are you jealous?..." He teased the Clown, only to be thrown to the floor by an absolutely furious Pennywise.

He growled as his lips moved back, allowing room for his rows of razor sharp teeth to be revealed.

I pushed my way outside, I tripped on my own feet and fell onto my knees.

I jumped as the door slammed shut behind me, I took a deep breath, forcing myself not to hyperventilate.

Carter will be okay.

Carter will be okay.

I repeated those words in my thoughts as I climbed to my feet and limped as quickly as I could down the porch steps of what I found to be the burned and abandoned house of Derry.

I shifted my body and leaned to the side, allowing my weight to move my body into the middle of the barren roads.

My limp making my movements slow, my tail bone popping constantly with every tense step I took.

I had to find people.

Police?

Maybe I could tell them we had been kidnapped and Carter was still trapped.

They could find him and save him.

I nodded at my thought process and ran, I looked at every street sign.

Soon enough I arrived in the main center of town. People gathered around and walked calmly down the sidewalks, kids grouped and studying the missing kids papers that sat stapled to anyplace they could fit.

I ignored it all.

I needed a police station.

Something.

I was pulled to a stop when people began grouping around me.

A young man reaching out and grabbing my arm to stop me from moving, I was pulled out of my intense thoughts. I frantically looked at the many faces that surrounded me.

"Are you okay?!" Someone shouted.

"What happened to you?" Another blurted.

I looked around, a migraine slowly building in my head.

Thump.

"Where did you come from?"

Thump.

"I'm calling an ambulance!"

Thump.

"Is anyone a doctor?! This girl is pregn-"

I clenched my eyes shut and crumbled to the hard sidewalk, I placed my hands in front of my eyes and screamed.

"STOP!-" I began to shake my head violently.

Now even more people began to gather around, some moms and dads grabbing their kids and pushing passed as to not get their kids involved in my messed up life. A few people lowered themselves to my level and placed their hands on my shoulders and back, trying to comfort me.

But the feeling of more than two hands on my body only sent memories flashing through my head.

The day Pennywise gave me my baby.

The day he had his way with me.

The day he made our lives connected.

I began to violently weep, I began to lay against the sidewalk in a shameful attempt to keep everyones hands off of me.

The images began to flow through my mind.

His gloved hands sliding down my small waist.

His tongue exploring my exposed body.

His body touching mine and examining my insides.

His eyes staring into mine.

His lips against mine.

I screamed.

Quickly sitting up and slapping at the nearest person to my trembling frame.

"GET AWAY!" People began to back away.

Only a few staying close, still hung up on touching me to comfort me.

"Someone call the police!" A random civilian shouted.

~

"What's your name?" The older, dark skinned male asked. His voice deep and intimidating.

I sat back against the chair.

My eyes staring blankly at the table in front of me, my fingers fidgeting with each other.

"We know you can talk, Ms." The man added, trying to hide the annoyance in his voice.

My eyes slowly flashed upward to look at the bald man, his head shining against the dim light that just barely lit up the room.

"You need to help Carter..." I mumbled, my voice nearly giving out on me.

The man crossed his arms, he narrowed his dark eyes at me.

"Who's Carter?" He asked. I took a long, drawn out breath. "Blond hair... Blue eyes... Find him... In the house..." I whispered.

The man looked around the empty room. "The house? Which house?" He asked, his deep voice softening as to make sure I didn't get scared and stop talking.

"Neibolt..." I responded in a low tone.

My eyes lowering back to stare at the table.

The man cleared his throat, "Can you tell me what happened to you? Who you are? Things of that nature, please?" He requested and awaited my response.

I shook my head and bit my bottom lip, thinking long and hard about how I should word everything.

"Y/n L/n...." I finally spoke.

"He... The clown..." I added, completely forgetting about leaving Pennywise out of it.

"Clown?" The male asked, leaning closer to me with interest.

I nodded slowly. "Clown..." I concluded. The man pursed his plump lips and nodded, allowing me to continue: "He took me... Into the sewers... I escaped... H-He came back... And he..." My voice hitched, tears building up in my waterline; my eyes glassing over. I lowered a hand to my stomach, and my other just between my thin thighs.

The man leaned away, a frown spreading across his face.

"Did this man rape you?" He asked, not even bothering to hold back the harsh word. I let out a weak chuckle before sniffling, "That's no man, sir... He's a complete monster..." I whispered.

I then nodded slowly, "B-But yes... He did- rape... Me..."

The man cleared his throat and began for the door, he grabbed the doorknob and turned to look at me.

"That's all I have for you for now, i'll send you to get a rape kit if that's alright?" He asked.

I slowly shook my head, "There's no point... But if you insist..." I sighed shakily, a shiver running down my spine at the thought of needing to undress in front of people that had no clue what I had been through.