CRIMINAL {Richie tozier x reader}

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"when she gets home,
All she wanna do is die."

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE: business

"Richie we're going the heading in the wrong direction." I shook his shoulder, in a panic. "No we're not. I know where we're going." He hissed angrily.

I sat back silently, wondering why he was so angry all of a sudden. I grew familiar with our route and realized where we were going. My house.

"Richie turn around right now." I also began to become angry. "No, y/n. He deserves what he's getting. He's a bad man, you just don't seem to realize that."

"Well, Richie. I get that he's a 'bad person' but right now, I don't care. I can't have you digging yourself deeper into your little hole of slip ups. The cops are currently chasing us, there is no time to 'take care' of anyone."

"We lost the cops about 10 minutes ago, we'll be fine. Just let me do this
y/n." He raised his voice again, getting frustrated. "Y/n, this is a business order. It's either Richie or your dad." Stanley chimed in.

"I said it once, and I'll say it again. I, yeah hello, me. I, don't give a fucking shit." I stood my ground, knowing it was pointless but being stubborn anyways.

"Just go to sleep." Billy said gently. I refuse to speak to any of them anymore. They really think I'm a weak bitch. I'll fucking show them all.

"I want to help." I said through gritted teeth. "Wow, bipolar much?" Stanley chuckled a bit. I'm glad he finally has emotions. "Don't push me Stanley, I'll gut you alive."

"Oh shit, I never told you about how y/n was diagnosed with anger issues and 'other unknown defaults'." He laughed. "Shut up Richie, I'm fine." "Oh, and how's the voice in your head baby." He proceeded in a light tone as if he were talking to a toddler.

I'm doing just fine baby. That motherfucker. "It was fine until you mentioned it." I yelled frantically. I brought my to my chest and put my head down. "Just leave me alone." I muttered.

It's all in your head. I'm only here when you notice me. If you anger me, I will end any sanity left in your body, just remember that. Have fun killing your dad. "GO AWAY. PLEASE." I begged.

"It's okay y/n. Your fine." Billy rubbed my shoulders. "No. No I'm not, billy." I whispered, clenching my fists. "Holy shit she was fine yesterday." I heard Stanley mutter, only to receive a glare from me in return.

"We're here."