"pretty mama sews, stitches in all your bitches broken hearts"
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Eddie was weaving sweet flowers' stems into each other. Flower after flower. Soft little daisies that glided against Eddie's fingertips. He stopped and looked at the view in front of h...
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"when the flowers bloom living in the spring time"
Eddie waited for Richie by the blue lockers. The halls were silent and empty and the only sound that could be detected by Eddie's ears was the cleaner's mop dragging across the floor, far away down the hall. Richie told him that he gets kept behind after classes for misbehaving a lot. It's been 15 minutes and the unsettling aura wasn't going unnoticed by Eddie. The faint but loud noise of laughter erupted from the bottom of the corridor and Eddie wondered who on Earth is still here at school. Probably some douche that got kept behind after class, just like Richie.
And Eddie was right. Henry, Belch, Vic and Patrick were strolling down the corridor and Eddie didn't know what the fuck he was meant to do because Richie told him to run if he saw the group of hooligans, but Eddie had no where to run because there was a dead fucking end and all of the doors thst surrounded the hallway were locked.
So, naturally, Eddie just stood there, pretending to rummage through his rucksack. Which, quite frankly, didn't do shit because they still approached him, just as he had expected.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Henry said, the other three behind him and Eddie felt like rolling his eyes because that's literally what every single bully says in like every high school movie before beating someone up.
"Flowers, huh? I like making scrapbooks. With flowers, nice duct tape and ribbons and shit." Henry teased, referencing to Eddie's description of himself in first class. "Fucking queer." He said and Patrick kicked Eddie in the back of his knees, causing him to lose balance and fall onto the cold floor. When Eddie tried to stand back up, Henry kicked him so that he's back down again. His head dropped down and he looked at his lap instead of anywhere else.
"Look up, pussy." Henry spat out as Eddie's hair was pulled back by Vic so that he was facing Henry and Eddie felt his eyes sting.
"The way you answered back at me in class..." Henry paused. "Oof, I didn't like that. When I tell you to do something, you just do it." He said and Eddie looked down again.
"Fucking look at me!" Henry shouted and when Eddie looked back at him for the second time, Henry's fist collided with Eddie's fragile, little face and he whined in pain, a few salty years rolling down his red cheek.
"Would you look at that?! He's crying! Or should I say "she"?" Henry laughed at his own joke and the others joined in. Belch shot his foot right into Eddie's side. Eddie held onto it, and Vic kicked him in the other side. Patrick joined it, giving him a blow to the stomach, also with his foot, when Eddie fell to the floor.
Richie was walking down the hallway and when he heard Henry in the direction in which Eddie was meant to be meeting him, he fucking sprinted.
"Ayo, fucktards! Leave him the fuck alone!" Richie shouted, coming to a jog and when Henry didn't turn around, Richie turned him by the shoulder and punched Henry's already fucked up face, who then stumbled back and held onto his nose that was rapidly growing red.
