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Chapter 5

Hey!, so sorry for the small hiatus I took from Wattpad. My mom is overprotective and shit so yeah my phone was taken away from me for two weeks for no reason lmao. And I have been busy because I have went back to in person school but I have been able to get back on my feet and start writing again! I am so excited to continue on with this story. Thank you again for all of your votes and reads it means a ton!
(This chapter is kind of a filler of Richies situation with his parents and it will pan out later on in the next chapters.)
Gracelyn <3
TW: mentions of abuse

Richie woke up to the sound of glass shattering causing him to jolt out of his slumber. It wasn't like he was getting much sleep anyways.

He threw the covers that were covering his body over to the side and swung his long legs over the bed onto the floor. He pushed himself off of the twin with his arms and stood up far to quickly for his bodies liking causing him to get dizzy and his vision going to a blur ,letting himself fall back onto the bed.

He hadn't eaten anything really this whole weekend, not like it was his choice or anything. Granola bar there and a pickle then and some tap water from the sink in one of those styrofoam cups that cost like 75 cents a pack at the store. The feeling and look of those cups always looking like it is caked with dust and dirt which is gross to Richie. Most things did not bother him but the thought of those styrofoam cups in general gave him the chills. He would use a glass cup but they were all in the sink dirty with the alcohol his parents consumed.

Their sink was just a mountain of dishes that had not been cleaned and it had been months. The stench that came from that pile of dishes was unbearable. No one even bothered to do them afraid of what might be living in there.

He was finally brought back to his senses and stood up and started to his bedroom door not knowing what he would find. He slowly opened the doorknob and swung the door open quickly avoiding any sound that could come from the door trying to not be noticed if something was going on downstairs that he did not want to get involved in.

He walked down the stairs skipping the spots that would cause any commotion from the rickety steps that led downstairs. He had memorized this since...well...as long as he could remember.

Once he got down to where he was visible to the eye on the steps he crouched and sat down held onto the banister sticking his head through the space between the wooden poles along the side of the steps. Just like he did as child as he watched his parents scream at each other drunk from a far.

It was just like old times there was his parents yelling at each other for god knows why drunk as hell stumbling around the house like chickens with their heads cut off.

This sight used to scare Richie as a child causing him to cry himself to sleep with he knees pulled to his chest, cradling them in his arms with the power of his soul wishing that his whole life would just end right there to stop the pain.

He took in a deep breath bringing back his mind from its deep thoughts, trying to pay attention to what his parents were pissed about now.

"You've been sleeping with another man you fucking slut!" Richies father, Wentworth, exclaimed chugging the rest of the beer that was in the square glass to throw it down on the ground, shattering and glass flying everywhere, causing Richie to jump back from where he was sitting.

"Baby I'm sorry it was just a one time thing ok we met at the bar it was just a one night stand, we were drunk Wentworth!" His mother, Maggie shot back at his father.

Wentworth scrunched his nose in disgust and anger.
"You fucking liar! I have pictures of you guys together ya know I've got eyes everywhere. And that picture was of you too at the ring store down town! Unless he's out of his damn mind and thinks a one night stand is a gate way to marriage then tell me what the hell is going on!

This dude bought mom a ring? Is she cheating on dad? Are they going to get a divorce?

That last thought sent Richies head into a spiral and his breathing started to pick up. Both of his parents weren't very nice to Richie they were abusive and always had been. His mother had always wished he were a girl and always thought everything he ever did or wanted was stupid and worthless and his father never being impressed with him always saying that he was a screw up and a waste of air.

They both always tried to make him be someone who he was not. Making him feel like he was a puppet being controlled with strings at the hands of his parents. Him craving the freedom and self expression he never received.

He already hated living in a house with both of his parents at once but their anger wasn't always directed to Richie most of the time it was on each other. If they split up and got a divorce and moved to different houses he would have to go to both of their houses and stay with one parent for a whole week. That would mean since they didn't have their spouse to yell at the only person they would have would be...Richie. Fuck.

Maggie knew she couldn't reclaim herself out of this situation so she admitted for both of their sakes.

"It.....it was a promise ring. We've been going together for the last three months and I tried to end it but-" Maggie was cut off by a slap to the face gasping at the sharp pain and surprise.

Tears were falling down Richies face now as much as he disliked his mother most of the time it hurt to see her get hit like that. He would rather it would be him than her. It usually was anyways.

"Why! Why would you ruin such a perfectly good marriage ,Maggie! Pft perfect funny Richie thought.

"I'm so sorry baby I'm so sorry." She was sobbing now falling down to her knees grabbing onto Wentworth's legs. He grabbed her shoulders and shoved her onto the ground her falling onto her back.

"Please baby forgive me! It was a mistake, I love you! Please don't do this!" She said basically screaming tears falling down her cheeks barely being able to catch her breath.

Wentworth was angry angry. Richie could tell because he forehead was dark red and his shoulders were tense. Usually when Richie saw that he knew he was in deep shit. His mother was in some deep shit. Some she wouldn't be able to dig her self out of.

His father took the empty, glass bottle of wine that sat on the kitchen table grabbing it by the neck bringing it next to his thigh.

Something similar had happened when Richie was a child his mother and father got into another bad drunk fight. His father used the belt that was around his waste to beat Richies mother with and Richie just watched from afar traumatized and helpless. He was just so young and little at the time he couldn't have done anything to stop it but he wished he could.
He was still small and weak but older now with a little bit more strength and confidence.

Richie knew what was about to go down and he wasn't going to let it happen this time