consequences {reddie}

eight

The rest of the Losers reached the Neibolt house right after Eddie, breathing heavily. Eddie looked back at them from the porch step.

"Are you coming or not?" He asked, his inhaler clutched in his fist. The house scared the shit out of him, and he wasn't going to lie and pretend to be brave. He was terrified of what he would find. He was terrified that Richie really was dead, and that he was endangering all his friends.

Stan had walked up and joined him on the porch. Bill followed suit and then Mike and then Bev and finally Ben. They all gave him a confident squeeze on the shoulder and turned the knob.

Each Loser walked in slowly. It was the same as it had been, shit growing on the walls and torn up furniture. Everything was disgusting and smelled even worse. Eddie held his breath and the smell made him gag. But he pushed on for Richie.

A crash upstairs interrupted his thoughts, and before facing the other Losers, Eddie ran. His legs carried him
upstairs fast and he almost didn't want to believe it when he saw.

Richie.

"Eds..." Richie sobbed, his body shaking. His clothes were soaked in
blood and dirt. Bill tried to hold
him back- but Eddie ripped himself out of the boy's grip and ran to Richie.

Richie embraced him tightly and Eddie sobbed into his shoulder, holding him close. Richie cried his name, his arms wrapping around the smaller boy and for that second Eddie truly believed they would be okay. He could explain everything and he and Richie could be happy.

But then he felt the pain.

dedicated to my girl eigthgrade bc she's loyal af and i loVe hEr???