Reddie

Chapter 5

Richies pov-

It's the next day and I woke up and started smoking a cigarette. Bill and Stan aren't here anymore so it's just me and Eddie. Knowing j would have to hurry up and smoke because Eddie is really against that...

I hurried up and smoked the cigarette filling the room with smoke and lit another one keeping in mind I couldn't smoke while Eddie was awake. "RICHIE WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING DOING!" My heart dropped to my ass

I tried to play it off because you know damn well IM RICHIE so I'm not going to fucking cry about it "I'm smoking dumb ass" I laughed and blew smoke in his face

Eddie started coughing "I CANT FUCKING BREATH IM GOING TO HAVE A ATHSMA ATTACK" Eddie was being really dramatic "it's ok Ed's damn" eddie was crying

"You're going to die richie what don't you get I love you" which confuses the fuck out of me cuz he fucking just said he didn't like me "we aren't even dating Ed's it's not a big deal" I finished my cigarette and threw it in the trash as usual.

Eddie started crying and I felt kinda bad. "I care about you still rich... I just lost nick I don't want to lose you" I didn't know what to say to him. He reached out to give me a hug, then I noticed...

"Oh so you think smoking is so bad but look! You really think me smoking is worse than that Eddie!" He immediately knew what I was talking about and pulled down his sleeves

It pissed me off how he wanted to tell me not to smoke when he cuts himself. It looks like he's been doing it considering they are up and down his arms, some are fresh some are old some are scars.

"Richie.. it's because of nick..." my blood was absolutely fucking boiling at this point. I was ready to fucking kill that god damn bitch. "HE DID THIS TO YOU?" Eddie looked scared of of his shit like I was going to hit him... I'm not nick tho... I would never hit Eddie no matter what he did...

"P-please dont hit me r-Richie" he started crying his eyes out like I was about to kill him. Was nick honestly this bad? How often did he hit him and how hard? All these questions were racing throughout my mind.

"Eddie! I'm not going to fucking hit you! I will never hit you! Do I look like nick" I grabbed his hand and ran my pointer finger up and down his cuts as his face was flenching from being scared and from the pain.

"Never do this again Eddie... promise me!" He nodded his head yes "and never do this again" he held up a pack of my cigarettes and threw them at the window. They bounced off leaving Tabacoo and cigarettes everywhere.

I nodded even though I was lying... I can't give up cigarettes. They numb me. I started a few years ago when my sister died... she killed herself... thinking of Eddie cutting gave me flashbacks to when I found her dead and cold in my tub.

I remember touching her cuts like I did to Eddie and I almost started crying. That's why I get bullied. Because people seem to find it my fault she killed herself when it's from someone leaking her nudes she sent to... then I Fucking hit me.

The guy who leaked her nudes! The reason she's dead... that guys name... was nick