Reddie spaghetti fanfic [COMPLETE]

Richard part23

Richie pov
Thick layer of dust coats my bedside table. I open the drawer, and it lets out a Erie screech. Once open, inside lays  a small paperback Journal. I looked at it, at first repulsed... I haven't written in once since my father told me that only babies wrote in them. I was 8... saying as I was in 10th grade, I felt I was old enough to actually check inside of the so called diary. I open it slowly, skimming over things. *BAM BAM BAM* my door handle shakes as loud continues knocks pound upon my weak door. "BOY COME OUT!" I begin to breath heavily, not even knowing why I'm walking towards my door. I unlock my door slowly, and back away till my back slams onto the wall behind me. There before me stand my father, scrubby fat man and all. He slowly edges closer to me, holding a large already bloody butchers knife. I scream bloody murder. "RICHIE! RICHIE WAKE UP" Eddie slaps my face hard and I shoot upright. Tears rolling down my cheeks, shaking all over. "H-he he w-w-.... he wa-s" I attempted to say, but Eddie quieted me with his finger to my mouth. He's standing up before me on his bed, safe and sound. Eyes full of worry, and I realized Eddie seemed different. Less shaken by what happened to me. He wipes away a tear that freshly started making it's way to my chin. "It was just a bad dream" he tells me reassuringly. I hop off his bed to give him a hug, lifting him up into my arms. He wraps his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck. "Little eds spagheds I don't know what I'd do without you" I say in a whisper. I lay my head against his, which rest upon my chest. Eddie's door creeks open to reveal his mother, who instantly glares me when she notices me carrying Eddie. She slowly closes the door, not once leaving deep eye contact with me. It's funny how people easily hate others, just because of one reason. I let out a chuckle to myself, not realizing Edie had fallen asleep as I carried him. I put him on his bed, and "tuck him in". I now stood by the open window, and I felt the breeze as it blew into my face, messing with my hair more than it was already messed with. Chilly no doubt about that, and Valentine's Day was tomorrow. I glance over at sleepy Eddie, who lay in bed restful. Eddie twitches, and I remember the time I saw Eddie in the bathroom. Cutting himself... I winced at the thought, and immediately walked over to short baby Eddie. I ran my fingers through his hair, and bent down to kiss his forehead. "I love you so much" I freeze my hand on his cheek, and eddies hand grabs mine. I allow and stay there for awhile, till I got tired once more after the crazy dream. Finally after an hour and a half of staring into blankness, I drift off to sleep. Spooning Eddie, staying warm, and this time... nice happy dreams.

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