Perfection

Chapter 16: Eddie

Eddie rode off after Richie, trying to keep up with him.

Oh my fuck, Eddie thought, Why the hell did I show him that text? Ohshitohshitohshitohshit...

It was an instinct, for Eddie to show him the message really. A sort of couple thing. (Where DID my phone go?) Eddie was thinking to himself, crying because he knew Richie would do this either way. No matter how many times Eddie told him to stop, how many times Stan or Bill told him to stop, he wouldn't. That was Richie.

Eddie could hear his boyfriends rhythmic breath as he petaled down the road. He could see Richie's dark hair blowing behind him. God, this kid is stupid, Eddie thought. But that's why I love him.

Richie finally pulled into the front of the school, and threw his bike on the ground. He ran into the back of the school, and soon enough, Eddie heard someone screech in pain. It didn't sound like Richie, but it was so echoed that he couldn't tell.

Eddie sprinted to the corner of the brick wall and peered around. Richie was actually beating the Bowers gang. Eddie cheered and then cursed.

"Oh fuck," he said under is breath and tried to open the door next to him. It was locked. Eddie couldn't tell who, but someone grabbed him by the waist from behind and tied something around his eyes. "Eddie!" he heard Richie yelling.

He heard the vibration as someone's hand hit the concrete floor, and a hiss in pain. Richie screamed. Bowers cursed. Eddie wasn't ever let go.

Eddie kicked and punched at his captor, and finally bent his head down far enough to bite his arm. Whoever was holding him flinched a bit, but never let go.

Suddenly Eddie was being carried somewhere, he couldn't tell where, but whoever had him was walking somewhere. Finally, he was dumped into a heap in what felt like a huge box or bucket.

"Ah fuck," he heard someone curse next to him. It sounded like Richie.

"H-Hey Rich? Is that you?" Eddie asked. He could hear the fucking Backyardagains laughing at them, and high fives going around from far away. "Yeah, i-it's me, are you okay?" Richie answered.

Eddie got up and pulled off whatever was over his eyes. "Ewgh!" Eddie screeched. It had been someone's old gym t-shirt that looked like it hadn't been worn in about 5 years.

He was definitely dropped in a bin, an old cleaning bucket to be exact. He looked around for Richie and found him in the box next to him. He helped him up, and took a look at him.

He had a severe nosebleed, blood running all the way down his shirt and onto his pants and shoes. He had a cut across his nose bridge, one cut on each collarbone, and random tiny cuts everywhere else. Richies outfit had now gone almost completely red and maroon from the blood and dirt.

"Oh my GOD, Rich, we need to get you back to my house, or your house, or somewhere. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod," Eddie was pacing back and forth between his and Richies bins, which Richie had kicked aside.

"Hey, hey, hey, Eds. It's going to be fine, okay?" Richie reassured, and told Eddie to go to the bikes.

As Eddie slowly made it over to where they had thrown their bikes earlier, they were gone. Eddie muttered a long sigh under his breath and jogged back to Richie. "Rich, they stole the bikes too. I don't know why, or where they are, but they're gone." Eddie said.

"Better call Bill or Stan then sweetie. I grabbed your phone on the way out," Richie tossed him the phone and Eddie called Stan.

"Hey, what's up? I'm sorta busy right now..." Stan said through the phone microphone. Eddie quickly recapped the situation and hung up the phone.

A few minutes later Stan and Bill showed up in, and everyone helped Richie to get on the back of Bills bike, and Eddie on the back of Stan's.

Oh god, Eddie thought to himself, What did they do to him while I was blindfolded?

AUTHORS NOTE:

should i do the next chapter in stan or bills pov? bc i lowkey loved doing it last time k thanks i'll leave now