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Chapter 2

TW Warning: homophobic slurs, blood, language

Richie woke up to the feeling of being frozen. He had fell asleep last night while working on a new drawing the pencil he was using to draw was dangling from his fingers. He then tightened his grip around it and released a breath he didn't know he was holding. He could see his breath in the air grunting at himself in anger for forgetting to close the window before going to bed. He turned his head towards the window where the sunlight shown through his window onto him like a spotlight. He pushed his raven colored curls out of his eyes and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose closing his eyes and then opening them shortly after trying to adjust his sight before squinting as he looked directly into the sun. He lifted his limp body up off the bed standing up on top of it shivering and stepped over and closed window before turning around and plopping on the bed landing on his butt, bouncing off the bed and landing on his feet. He walked over to the small dresser that sat against his wall. When he opened the drawer it dropped down like it was going to fall but just sat lagging off the edge. It is just old and missing a few screws. He took out a white t-shirt, hawaiian button up, and some blue jeans to wear for the day. He went over to the wall beside his door where his black high top converses had been sitting where he last took them off. He slid them on and tied them in a sloppy way and rolled up the bottom of his jeans. He turned himself around to the sight of his drawings and pencils spread out on his bed.

His grandmother gave him a art kit for his 11th birthday. She knew how much he loved to draw so the kit was a great goodbye gift. She was the only person who loved or cared about Richie. Making sure he was fed and clean because his parents wouldn't. She tried getting full custody of him before she became very sick and lost her fight with breast cancer. Richie was distraught and broken that he had lost the only person who loved him. He was just so young at the time and losing some so close to him destroyed the little boy and caused his mental health to decline fast after that at such a young age. And sadly it hasn't got any better since then causing his childhood to slip right through this fingers. His parents were the problem. Being severe alcoholics and Richie being an accident and a unwanted child sums all of the abuse up. He was never good enough for them and that hurt Richie more than anything. Constantly seeking approval from them was exhausting and draining for him so he eventually gave up. To be honest he was scared of his parents; he hardly spoke to them and never disobeyed them and always did what they said no matter how scary it was he did it because he knew the punishment would be worse.He quickly packed away the stuff to put in his art kit and slid the kit and his drawings under his bed. He couldn't let his father find out about his drawings or about him still having the kit.

When he brought the kit home from the hospital his father violently took the bag out of the small boys hands and ripped it open to find nice colored pencils and erasers that sat inside. He looked up from the kit in disgust eyeing Richie with big eyes. Richies breathing picked up and his eyes grew wide as a small frown formed on his little face.

"What the hell is this shit, pencils? Pencils for what? Where'd you get this? Huh?"
"Grandma gave it to me" Richie said in a hushed voice looking down at his hands.
"Coloring isn't for boys k? It's for faggots ya hear me? You don't want to turn out like one of those little shits do ya?"
Richie didn't know what that word meant at the time he was just a young boy at the time. When he eventually found out it broke his heart that his father thought that was a bad thing.
"You don't want to turn out like one do you?"
"Answer me boy!"
Richie shaking, slowly looks up from his his hands with a sad but confused expression on his face because he knew that what ever a faggot was it wasn't something good in his eyes. Which meant he failed once again to gain his parents approval and that was a kick in the stomach.
"No sir"
"Good"
His father opened the back door and opened the lid to the trash bin that sat outside his home and threw it in. He walked back in the door and slammed it behind him causing the house to shake. He grabbed a beer out of the fridge and plopped down on his recliner to continue watching the football game that was on TV where he would eventually fall asleep for the night. Richie just stood there like a deer in head lights with his lip quivering and tears building up in his eyes. He sprinted up the stairs to his bedroom and shut his door and sat up on his bed and curled up in a ball and cried. He wasn't going to let his father take away anything else from him at least not this. Thirty minutes passed by and he opened his bedroom door slowly tip-toed down the stairs skipping the parts on the steps that creaked when you stepped on them. He stopped to look over the banister to see if his father was asleep yet. And there he was knocked out on the recliner as he predicted. He quickly walked towards the back door opening it quickly so it wouldn't make a sound and snuck out to the garbage bin and opened the lid. He had to stand on the tips of his toes to reach the small bag out of the bin he quickly went back inside and up the stairs. And he has kept the kit a secret since then.

He stood up from the floor and straightened the sheets on the bed and started towards the door before stopping himself in his tracks turning back around.
"The journal"
He picked it up from the bed and stared at it hesitating before putting it in his book bag. He swung the bag around his shoulder and walked out of his bedroom door shutting it behind him.

He Hopped down the steps and walked into the living room. His father wasn't home and his mother was still asleep so Richie didn't have to worry about them. He opened the front door and hopped on his bike. It wasn't anything special it was his father's old bike. It was covered in rust and you couldn't tell what color it was before. The leather on the seat was ripped in spots and the foam was sticking out of it. The breaks were no help so he would have to ride slow and avoid big hills. But it worked so he took it and Richie didn't have his drivers license just his learners. He had already failed once so he was nervous to take it again plus he was a terrible test taker and really didn't know how to drive anyways.
A bike was his only option other than walking and that would take longer.

He turned a corner and rode through the school parking lot and put his bike in the bike rack. He swung his leg off his bike and started towards the school doors. Richie kept his head down and his hands around the straps on his bag. He towered over all the other kids at the school so it was easier to see where he was going. He stopped at his locker that was small just big enough to fit a few text books in there. He fumbled with the lock trying to get to class and get everything he needed out of his locker as quickly as he can.

Just as he turned the last number on his locker he was pushed up against the locker. Squishing his face up against the locker causing his glasses to slide up to his fore head and the sharp part of the vent that was sticking out of the locker cut the skin in a vertical way down his cheek. Richie winced in pain tears building up in his eyes. The bully,Henry Bowers, grabbed the collar of Richies shirt and turned him around and pushed him up against the lockers making a loud banging sound knocking the breath out of the thin boy. His breathing picks up and his eyes grow wide at the sight of Henry and his goons. They were the only kids at school taller than him and Richie was their main target for some reason. He grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him close them now face to face.

"Hey fairy not expecting me to be back here this year?"
Henry went to a juvenile detention center last year for robbing two gas stations. His father basically got him off the hook because he is a cop.
"No I thought maybe they would send you back to 8th grade because of your education brain level which might be a good thing for you those 8th grade girls would be the only girls that would wanna get fucked by you for being desperate and all. They maybe a little upset about the small dick but it would be better than their TV remote." Richie regretted opening his mouth as he always did when a knee and hit him right in the crotch. He groaned in pain and fell down to the ground holding his groin in pain. Henry and his goons high-fived each other and laughed as they walked away off to class.

The bell rang and he quickly got up from the ground and sprinted to class. His feet slid across the floor to stop himself and he walked through the door. There was one more seat left it was in the back corner of the room right next to the window. Just how Richie liked it. He walked across the class room with his head down and walked down the aisle squeezing past the kids talking to each other and sat down in his seat putting his book bag down in the floor beside him. He unzipped the bag and got out a note pad and a pencil he finally looked up from his hands and moved the curls out of his face and pushed up his glasses blinking his eyes trying to focus his vision just to see everyone staring at him. He sat back further in his seat bouncing his leg faster than before. He felt a sting on his cheek slowly moving his hand up to his face laying it down on his cheek before quickly jolting it back at the sharp stab of pain on his face. He brought his hand down to see blood on his hand. He looked up again to see if everyone was still looking at him. They were all talking to each other just like before. Richie must have imagined it his anxiety made him do that sometimes. Richie brought his hand up above his head.

"Yes Richie?"
"May I use the restroom?"
"Yes sir be quick."
Richie quickly got up and headed out the door to the bath room.

This day is already shit, great

Hi! I decided to make this chapter a little long  for no reason just thought it would be easier. There will be more characters coming soon and hope some reddie as well:). This will be my last chapter for the night and I will be posting another chapter tomorrow.
Goodnight!
-Gracelyn<3