With you ~ Finn Wolfhard x Reader

•help me~r.t

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES SELF HARM ⚠️

Richie's glasses fly off his bashed up face as his drunk mother punches him in the face.

He feels dizzy.
Almost falling over.

Tears stream down the broken boys face as his picks up his shattered pair of glasses and limps to his room.

Richie locks the door and carefully lays down on his bed trying not to put himself in any more pain then he already is.

His silent sniffles become sobs as he takes in what really just happened. Kind of.

~~~

"Richie Tozier! Get here now!" He hears his mother yell from the living room.

He walks over to see his mother slowly lift herself up off the ripped couch. Vomit on her sweatshirt and around her mouth.

She was drunk

Again

"Yes mom?" Richie reply's sounding upset as his mom promised him she's stop drinking.
"Where the fuck have you been?!" She yells.
"I've been at school mom!"
"Don't fucking lie to me! Im not an idiot!" She snaps.
"Mom, you're drunk!"

She pulls her slim son by the collar
"Tell me where you've really been!" She whisper/yells in his ear.
"I told you, I was at school!"

The slightly frightened boy feels his mothers hand slap him across his face.

He turns to face her shocked.

Her fist hits Richie in the cheek bone sending him to the ground.
He feels bruises and cuts forming where the last one were just starting to heal.

~~~

He wasn't lying to his mother.
He's learnt not to.

Richie touches a cut on his forehead. Fresh blood covering his soft fingerprints.
Another few tears roll down his face.

He manages to calm himself down before calling you.
"Hey babe! You reply in a cheerful voice
Richie doesn't reply
"Rich?"
You hear a sniffle come through the phone.
"OMG baby what happened?"

Richie breathing rapidly increases.
He's having a panic attack

"Rich, deep breaths okay? I'm coming over now!"

~~~

You climb up the tree you usually climb up when you sneak into your boyfriends house and open the window. You climb through to see Richie laying on his bed.

Blood slowly dripping from his head. Bruises covering his soft skin.
He's still breathing heavily. You lay down next to him and he wraps his long arms around your body.

His breathing slows as he's comforted by your presence.
"M-my mom..." he stutters.

A tear falls down your cheek as you realise what's happened.

"S-s-she..."
"Don't talk Richie. It's okay. I know what's going on. You'll be okay. I'm here now." You say trying to calm him down.

A lump forming in your throat. You try to stay strong for your boyfriend.

He cry's into your shoulder. You've never seen him like this before. The other time this happened, it wasn't so bad.

He lifts his head up to look at at you. There's blood soaking into your sweatshirt. He looks You right in the eyes.
"Thank you!" Richie says, his voice breaking.

You lightly kiss him on the temple trying not to hurt him.
"Let's get you cleaned up shall we?"
Richie nods going to stand up.

His arms and legs are weak he struggles to stand up alone. You wrap your arm around his waist supporting him as you slowly walk to the bathroom.

You place the lid of the toilet down and sit him on it as a seat. You rummage around for the first aid kit.

You find some rubbing alcohol and place some on a cotton ball, then on his face.

Richie winces in pain as the alcohol mixes with his cuts.
"Do we have to put that on me? It hurts!" He says softly.

You place your hand on his knee.
"I'll stop in a minute. You're doing great! You'll thank me later for this."

His eyes move back down to your waist as he pulls you onto your lap.
Both of your legs to the right of his body.

He kisses you on the lips ever so lightly.
"Thanks!" He said smiling.

I gave up with that ending. Sorry!