rapunzel•reddie

richie's introduction

Richie picked at his messy brown curls. He wasn't exactly nervous yet, just a habit of his. His mocha brown eyes twinkled in the sun under his thick glasses.
He inhaled deeply, letting the damp air tingle around inside of him, he let out a sigh in return.
"Richard! Help me with these boxes, will you?" his mother yelled out, making Richie cringe.
His mother didn't really pay much attention to him, not since his dad died when he was four. Now, thirteen years later and he barely sees his mother ever. He wakes up to an empty house. He goes shopping alone. He cooks and eats alone.
When his mom was home, she was usually drunk or had a random man with her, usually both, which was a lucky day for Richie. If his mom was drunk he'd end up crying and bruised, but he didn't mind too much. It was the only attention he got besides his old friends.
He wanted more than anything something real. A real family. A real friend. A real love. Anything real.
But he knew, a real life wasn't made for people like him and it never would be.