Reddie spaghetti fanfic [COMPLETE]

Why richie why?! Part12

Trigger warning! Not to bad, just a little self harm... not a lot I promise! ILY ALL SM

Eddies pov
I wrapped my arms around richies neck and payed slanted against him and the wall. We both let out small and quiet sobs. I looked up at him, trying to figure out what was going on in his mind. He looked down at me, and smiled through his tears. "I love you" he said as he placed his hand on my cheek to wipe away a tear drop. I buried my head into his shoulder and my own arm crying louder now. "Richie why?" Is all I managed to say through small gasps. "You don't know how my world is eds" he responds in a voice so quiet I could barley hear. "WELL TELL ME! I'll listen... I won't leave you" I assure him squeezing him righting, crying harder by the minute. "Why are you so upset" I demanded an answer. I mean I love him after all... I never want him to be hurt. He continues to stare into my eyes, even when I started blushing rapidly. "Hopefully" he takes a deep breath then continues, "you'll never find out why" he looks away from me and leans further down on the wall. "Get some sleep Eds spagheds" he tells me, obviously he wasn't saying this as a choice. I sat up and looked at him, hoping he would make eye contact with me again. After a couple seconds I realized he didn't want to, so I looked away. I looked at my zipped up Fannypack. I let out a small sigh and I see Richie move ever so slightly grab my arm gently. He pulls me down, carefully placing my head on his thighs. "Get some sleep" he repeated once more. I turned to my side -away from his body- and quickly drifted off to sleep.

*BOOM*
A loud noise came from downstairs and I immediately perked up. "Wh-what was that" I asked sleepily, rubbing my eyes. He hushed me by putting a finger to my lips. I obeyed and went onto my knees staying quiet on his bed. "BOY YOU HAVE TILL 3 TO GET DOWN HERE" I heard a hoarse voice come from down stairs. Followed by a loud sound, as if a bottle breaking, or something falling off a shelf. Richie jumped up and yanked me off his bed. "Hide here" he tells me, as he shoves me into his closet. Great... Just what I needed, a dark, small space. I let out a small quiet sigh and sank down in the darkness. I picked up something that felt like a baby's shoe and started fiddling with it. That's when I heard screams and cries from downstairs. Not just anyone's screams and cries... Richies... I hopped to rescue immediately throwing the door wide open. I ran to his bedroom door which was closed and somehow locked. He must have a key. I thought to myself. I unlocked the door right as the door slams open and there stands a broken, hurt Richie. He falls to the floor and before anyway I shut the door quickly, locking it as I fall to the floor next to Richie. I put his head on my legs as I sat on my knees. He struggles to breathe and I start to freak out. "Oh Richie! No no no!" I put my head on his and he winces.... that probably hurt him. "Fuck! Oh shit.... what do I doooo" I groan. He lets out a sharp laugh. I run my hands over his now delicate face. I lightly skim all the bruises his father put on him. All the swells, and hurt body parts. I saw a tear drop land on richies cheek, but he didn't seem to care. I lay my head on his once again, but more careful this time. The sobs began to grow harder, yet quieter. I needed to check for over bruises and he was to heavy to carry. All I managed to do was lay him again his own door. I began to unbutton his shirt, thinking about how awkward it would be if someone caught us. well caught me... heh. And I frowned thinking that I just laughed. I'm a bad person I thought. When I finished unbuttoning his shirt, I took it off of him. That's when I realized them. I grabbed his left arm, and I could tell Richie was just barely conscious. About ten to eleven mark on his skin, and more scars. I gripped his hand tightly. THIS WAS FRICKIN HAPPENING ALL ALONG! RIGHT UNDER MY NOSE. I thought back to the day he lent me his shirt. I wasn't observant enough to notice them... this has to be a call for help right? This... this has to be.

Part 12 yeeee thx for 400+ reads that's like 50-60 more reads in under a day!!! You all are so amazing ily all with my heart and soul!!!!! Comment spelling errors! (Posts daily) <- almost!