CRIMINAL {Richie tozier x reader}

32

"I fall apart"

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO: tears

RICHIES POV
"Y/n, it's fine. Your mom is fine, it wasn't fatal." I tell her, even though her mom is dead. I didn't have the heart to tell her. It won't hurt to lie..

"No, richie, it doesn't matter if it wasn't fatal. I shot my own mom. The woman who gave me life. I hurt her." She sobbed in the back of the car. "Listen baby, I know it's a bad thought to have, but you done her a favor, remember?"

"NO RICHIE. Don't you get it? I don't remember anything. I don't know why or how but- THE VOICE." She sobbed louder. "Y/n, baby. The voice is just a voice. It can't physically do anything."

"It probably manipulated me. You little shit." She grew angry. "SHUT UP AND GO AWAY." She yelled and hit herself in the head with her knee that she was currently cradling.

"Y/n, hurting yourself won't make it go away. It'll make it angrier. If you keep telling yourself that it's all in your imagination then it can go away." I stroked her hair.

"Fuck you, this is not in my imagination." She snapped. I didn't reply, and soon enough she fell asleep and fell onto my lap.

"Stan the man, we need to find Eddie and the new boys, did they say that they were going anywhere in particular?" I asked Stanley. "Mike told me that they would meet us at the cliff near the big science lab in Hawkins. It'll take us a while to get there so I think we should camp out somewhere."

"I was in Hawkins a few days back, and shit went down. Let's just camp out over there in the woods and then when we find Eddie, we leave far away and never come back." I said confidently. I'm ready for this. We all need a break. y/n needs a break.

Y/NS POV
Me, richie, bill and Stan were all sitting around a little fire that richie and Stanley put together. Stan was looking at a bird, trying to find out what kind of bird it was, while bill was throwing stones at it.

Me and rich were laughing at bill for a while, but now we're stuck in our own conversation.

"How are you feeling." He asked me hesitantly, embracing me in a hug.

"A bit better. I don't have much of a choice other than to get over it." I sighed, taking a strand of his hair between my fingers, smiling.

"I'm sorry." I told him. "Sorry for what? If your apologizing for my wrist, then I told you, it's more than fine."

"No, not just that. I've only been holding you back this whole time. I never listen to you, and I got us into too much trouble already." I began to tear up.

He pulled away from me and looked into my watery eyes. "Y/n, you have nothing to be sorry for. If it wasn't for you, I could quite possibly be dead by now. I love you, and wouldn't change you for the world."

"I love you too, richie. Thank you." I laughed while a few tears rolled down my face. "Oh, um. Y/n?" He asked.

"Yeah richie." "Could you, maybe try being my girlfriend." He asked fumbling with his words. I smiled brighter than I have in weeks. "Of course, richie." He grinned from ear to ear, that is until we heard a noise coming from the car.

Richie got up and went to the boot of the car where his duffel bag was, like he knew exactly what it was. He stuck his hand in and took out a walkey talkey. (how in the world do you spell that??)

"Nick?" He questioned as he put it to his ear. There was silence for a while until he spoke again. "Sure, yeah. I will. Trust me. I'll be fine, bye." And he put it back in the bag.

"Looks like I'm not quite done with the gun yet." He laughed.