Stealing cigarettes || Reddie

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Richie finally caught his breathe and his pushed himself up against the wall, holding his throbbing jaw and smiling. He held his hands tightly around the Walkman thAt still sat daft let in his pocket.

"Its r-r-Richie," the teen spoke softly as Eddie finally built up the strength to push himself up again.

Richies eyes widened at the sight of this boy, his neck held a big bruise and his face was bright red and bleeding and bruised. His nose crusted with blood. His shirt was ripped and covered in dirt, his shorts were also covered in dirt. The teens legs were covered in scrapes and seeping with germs.

"Oh god, " Richie blurted out and he shifted forward and laid his arm around the teen, helping him stand up. He let out whimpers and groans that made Richie want to cry.

The two finally stood up, Eddie leaning into Richies side, in the small dirty alley way. Eddie looked down to see the attire he was in, to see the dirt that made his legs look grey.

Heavy breaths escaped his bleeding lips as he wiped at his legs, sharp stings were sent through the boy as he rubbed across the scrapes.

"Fuck-" Eddie whispered out as his breathe hitched.

"What's wrong?" Richie asked but Eddie ignored the question, he was now looking frantically across the ground, landing eyes on his broken inhaler.

"No..." The boy let out as tears filled his eyes and his throat began getting increasingly small. He threw his hand up onto his chest and tried to breathe in, the images of his clothes and dirt swaying in his mind.

Richie had no clue what to do, he barely knew what was going on.

"Oh god," the asthmatic boy said as he lifted up his ripped pink shirt to reveal a small fanny pack, Richie let a laugh escape his lips as Eddie unzipped the bag with shaking hands.

He pulled out another inhaler and began shaking it back and forth, he then placed it on his lips and pulled the trigger mechanism, but an no sound echoed though it. It was empty.

Eddies eyes went wide as he looked at the empty inhaler and his new broken one that laid on the floor.

"Hey, erm..." Richie tried to think of what to do as Eddie held his chest and tried to breathe. "Let's go to your mom, she'll know what to do right?" He suggested as he looked cautiously at the teen.

Eddie furiously shook his head and he thought about how Long he'd be in the hospital if he showed up at her door like this.

"Okay..." Richie said as he looked at the teen for a clue of what to do. "Let's go to my house! I live right there," Richie said as the idea popped into his brain, the house just feet away.

Eddie nodded slightly as he took a deep breathe in, the idea of his cuts covered in dirt made his head sway.

You could get AIDS. It just takes one drop of blood Eddie. And you have cuts all over your legs, his mothers voice rang in eddies ears louder than ever, his mind swaying left and right.

Eddie couldn't get his legs to move, couldn't get a single muscle to move as the thought of dirt entering his bloodstream was pictured in his mind.

Richie looked at the boy wearily, trying to get him to move, but Eddie didn't budge.

Who knows what other diseases you could get. HIV, syphillis, staph infection.. His mothers voice screamed in eddies mind as his entire body shook.

"Hey, I'll just carry you, okay?" He said softly, but Eddie couldn't even hear Richie at this point. Different diseases shouting at eddies mind. Richie took it as a yes and kneeled down to put his arm behind the boys knees.

He placed his other arm in the crook of eddies armpit and lifted him into the air, carrying him bridal style. His stomach was on fire but he pushed it out of the way, knowing that this boy was probably in much more pain.

"W-were almost there K-kid" Richie panted out as walked as fast as he could to his house. His feet drAgging against the pavement and his mouth tasted like blood.  Eddies head leaned back as he laid in Richies arms, strangled breathe escaping his lips. His feet that held small Velcro shoes moved slightly as Richie walked as fast as he could.

he pushed his feet up the stairs to his porch and stood inches from the door. He managed to get the door open as Sweat was sticking his curls to his forehead and his muscles were on fire.

Richie shuffled over to the kitchen counter, thanking God his parents weren't home and he carefully lifted Eddie up and placed the boy on the kitchen counter, he gasped as his thighs touched the counter and he grabbed hold of Richies arm, trying to stabilize himself. Richie felt shocks shoot through his arm as the boy squeezed tightly and did not want to let go. Tears streaker down his bloodied face and Richies eyes softened, he placed his skinny hand ontop of eddies and began rubbing circles into the back of it.

Eddies shoulders hunched over as he grabbed on his own shirt and tried to breathe. Tears spilled down his bloody cheeks as he choked on the thought of how dirty he truly was.

"Are you okay?" He whispered softly but eddies eyes widened and he shook his head furiously.

"I think I still have an inhaler from when I was really little, it should be here somewhere" the teen said as he ran to the living room and began digging through cabinets.

Richie stayed focused as he could hear the boy taking sharp inhales and sobs escaping his bloody lips.

"Found it!" Richie screamed in excitement as an old dusty inhaler laid at the bottom of a container, he wrapped his hands around the plastic and ran over to the kitchen counter.

He ripped the cap off and pressed it to eddies lips, pushing the trigger to allow the medicine to enter his lips

Eddie placed his hand over Richies and kept taking deep breathes in the old inhaler. Shocks being sent down Richies hand at the contact, a smile spreading on his lips.

Eddie finally came back to a normal breathing rate and released the inhaler, letting it fall to his side, and he took in a deep inhale through his mouth and smiled.

Eddie looked down as through blurred vision he saw Richies face, his brown soft eyes magnified by his large glasses. His bloody lips held in a slight smile and his bruised chin held high. The boy stopped thinking about germs and diseases for just a second as he took in the sight of this teen, this beautiful teen that was talking to Eddie.

But the compulsive thoughts fought their way back into eddies mind. His mothers voice screaming at how disgusting Eddie was, how many diseases he must have by now.

"Are you okay?" Richie asked as the boy still held onto the inhaler in a tight grip, his chest rising and falling frequently.

"I-I" he tried to get out as images of bacterial infection raced through his thought. "I need to shower." Eddie said quietly.

"Oh," Richie said, surprised. He had absolutely no idea what was going on with this kid he met at the pharmacy, but then again If Eddie knew the kind of shit that went through Richies mind, he'd probably be confused too.

Thoughts of self hatred and the want for attention but never really getting it. The want for someone, anyone, to listen to him, but never finding that someone.

"Come on, let's get you to the shower." Richie said with a smile. He helped the boy off the kitchen counter and led him upstairs to the small shared bathroom.

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