【Ｍｅｓｓａｇｅｓ ＡＵ】- Reddie

15 - loser

Warning: SH , Abuse, homophobia 

I'm sorry in advance 🤩

Richie and Eddie were still in the hospital, Richie was cuddled behind Eddie, wrapping his arms around the small boy's chest while Eddie held onto Richie as tight as he could.

Both boys were warm, they never wanted to leave but knew they would have to soon, Eddie's mum thinks he's at school and Richie's parents couldn't care less.
A groan came from the small boy underneath Richie's grip, he smiled
"Morning Eds".

Richie hummed, kissing Eddie's cheek. The small boy smiled, rolling over to face Richie wincing from the cuts on his arms. Richie looked at the scars on Eddie's chest, gently tracing the letters with a sad face. Eddie didn't mind, Richie's touch comforted him. It didn't hurt.

"Who did this to you Ed's..." Richie whispered as Eddie looked at him with sad eyes

"I can't tell you Chee, I'm sorry".

Richie scowled, "Eddie! You have to tell me, they could come back. They could hurt you again!"

"I can't tell Chee, you'll get yourself hurt. We've had enough trouble".

Richie wore the same scowl, getting angry but obviously not in a violent way. He'd never hurt Eddie, Eddie was his precious baby doll.

"Ed's I'm your boyfriend, I won't fight them. I just need you to trust me!"

"No Rich! It's been nothing but trouble since we started dating!" Eddie shouted, standing up from the bed, as Richie got up, trying to hold Eddie's hands.

"Ed's, it'll be alright. I promise"-

"No! You can't promise that Richie! You can't promise something like that!" Eddie was getting angry, everything had gone wrong since they started going out. He wanted to tell Richie who hurt him but Richie would try to fight Bowers, He was strong but Bowers was stronger. He has Victor and Patrick. Richie had the losers, but none of them could beat Henry.

"Eddie please..." Richie begged but Eddie knew he couldn't fix this by being with Richie. He had no choice,

"I think we should break up Rich, I'm sorry". Eddie said, holding in his tears to seem brave

"Fine!" Richie stormed out of the hospital, tears running down his face.

He couldn't believe Eddie broke up with him, he didn't want to. Richie just wanted to protect Eddie, he just wanted to be there for his spaghetti-head.
Richie ran, grabbing his bike and cycling home. He couldn't stop crying, he forgot about his dad. He opened the door and slammed it shut, sobbing. Richie slid down against the door, head in his hands.

Wentworth walked out of the living room and saw his son crying, he glared clenching his fists. Wentworth grabbed Richie's wrist, seeing his sons eyes raw with tears. He slapped him hard, undoing the belt from around his waist. Richie whimpered, backing against the wall. Wentworth ordered him to take his shirt off and turn around, Richie listened, lifting off his shirt. He turned around to face the wall, more tears falling from his face.
Wentworth whipped Richie's back with the belt, shouting,

"You're a worthless Faggot!" He spat

whip

"Nobody could ever love you!"

whip

"Your useless, this is why your mother left us!"

whip, whip, whip

Richie screamed, falling to his knee's. His back was bruised and cut, all Richie could feel was a burning sensation, his vision was blurred. Not only did he lose Eddie but he lost his mum, it was all his fault. He was useless, he wasn't capable of being loved. Richie deserved everything that was happening to him. He deserved to be punished.