We got back to my house. Before we walked through the door, Y/N stopped. "What's wrong?" "How am I going to get my clothes and stuff?" She asked me. "Oh, um I don't know." I tried thinking about what she can wear and use. "I could sneak through my window, grab my stuff, and then sneak back out." She suggested. "No. What happens if you get caught?" I asked getting really worried. "I'll be quiet and fast. Don't worry." She smiled. "Okay, I'll stand right here until you get back." She nodded and ran towards her house. "Please be careful." I whispered.
Y/N's POV
I got to my house and climbed up the tree that sat outside my room. I got up to my room and jumped through the window making sure I land quietly. I grabbed a suitcase and packed up my clothes then I ran into my bathroom and grabbed my makeup and other personal items. I was about to leave but I remembered.. my camera. I wanted my camera so I can take pictures in the future, ya know? I looked all over my room and couldn't find it. Then I realized.. it's downstairs in my kitchen. Damn! I snuck downstairs and into the kitchen. I quickly grabbed my camera. I turned around and started walking upstairs when I heard, "Y/N!!!!" I closed my eyes and turned around slowly and my mom was walking towards me. She. Was. Mad. She grabbed my collar and pinned me against the wall. "Where the hell have you been?! Oh you are in so much trouble!" She yelled and threw me against the wall. I yelped in pain. I tried running upstairs but she grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me backwards making me tumble down the stairs. I fell flat on my face. Tears wouldn't stop falling from my eyes. I need to get the hell out of here! My mom pulled me up and grabbed me by the neck. "I would kill you if your dad let me!" Her fist met my cheek already bruising it. "I wish dad never met you." I said weakly. She got mad at my comment and kneed me in the stomach. I fell to the ground gasping for air. I felt dead. I couldn't move. I could barely breathe. "Go to your room! I never want to see you again!" She screamed and walked to her room and slammed the door. I slowly got up and limped up the stairs. Surprisingly my camera didn't break. Before I left, I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a note to my dad. Dear Dad, I'm going to miss you. I decided that it would be best if I left for a while. I can't handle any more of this. Please don't come looking for me. I love you. Love, Y/N I taped the note to my door and went out the window with my stuff.
Richie's POV
I sat on the curb outside my house. My hands were shaking. Where is Y/N? Is she hurt? I couldn't stop thinking. I got more nervous by the minute. Finally I looked to my left to see someone limping but running with a suitcase. It was Y/N. She was crying. I got up and ran towards her. When I got to her she collapsed in my arms, dropping her suitcase. "Y/N what happened?! Are you alright?" I was trying to stay calm for her sake. She pulled away and I looked at her. She had bruises and cuts all over her face. "Oh my god! Y/N what happened?! Did your mom do this?" She looked up at me and nodded weakly. "Y/N...." I hugged her. She softly cried into my shoulder. "C'mon, let's go inside." I grabbed her suitcase and took her hand and we walked to my house. ~Time Skip~
Y/N's POV
I took a shower and tried to clean myself up. Richie was making dinner while I changed in his room. I put on some sweats and a t-shirt.
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I went downstairs. "Hey." Richie smiled at me. I smiled back in response and sat on the couch. I curled up in a ball because I was cold. Richie came in with two plates of warm food. "Are you okay?" I nodded. "Yeah I'm just cold." I shivered. "Well... here." He put the plates down and took off his hoodie that he put on earlier. Damn that looked hot. He handed it to me. Hoping that he didn't see me blush, I took it. I put it on and started eating the food he handed me. ~Time Skip~ He went to bed and I went into the guest room. I softly sobbed to myself. This night was the worst. I ended up drifting off to sleep. - "Mom! Please stop!" I yelled to her with tears streaming down my face. My mom was standing there with her hand gripping Richie's collar and the other hand held a knife to his throat. "Y/N, look at me. I'll always be with you. Just remember...I-I love you." Richie's voice cracked. I cried harder. "No! Richie!" Then my mom slit his throat. I dropped to my knees as I saw his body lying there on the floor. How could this happen?!- I woke up sweating and crying. "Richie." I whispered. I quietly went upstairs and snuck into his room. He was fast asleep. He looked safe. I took a breath of relief. "Richie." I nudged him slightly. He slowly opened his eyes. "Y/N? Is everything okay?" He noticed my dry tears. "I'm sorry for waking you. I just had a bad dream and couldn't sleep." I softly replied. He looked at me, "Here." He scooted over and lifted his blanket. I hesitantly got on his bed and layed down. He wrapped his arm around me and put his head on top of mine. I could get use to this. Word Count: 1014 words
