Princess | Richie Tozier

▫CHAPTER TEN 1/2▪

◼BROOKLYN MILES◼

I woke up with a large headache, looking around the blurry room I finally realized where I was.

I was laying sideways on Richie's pullout bed, my hair was a mess and I had  bloody clothes still on.

Richie was on his bed with no shirt, cleaning up my cuts with a cotton ball and antiseptic.

I then felt something in my hand, looking to it I see my fingers laced with fingers that didn't belong to me.

Looking to the person that was attached to the hand I see Richie's comforting grasp.

"Morning Brooksy" I sat up and let go of his hand.

He dabbed the cotton ball on my cheek in a gentle manner, it stung but I didn't care.

"Thanks Richie, I might of died if you didn't step in..." My voice saddened as he caressed my non grazed cheek.

"I'll never let that happen, I love you too much" He kissed my forehead cutely making my face flush in embarrassment.

He seemed to realise what he did and flushed red, looking down in self embarrassment.

"Uhhh clothes?" I questioned to try and ignore what just happened.

Getting up he rummaged through his draws grabbing two different shirts, he passed one to me then put the other on.

I took off my bloody one off quickly while he wasn't looking and put the button up over my head.

~Next Morning~

A phone ringing from another room, Richie groaned as he got up from his bed as I opened an eye.

He walked down the hallway and down stairs holding me to answer the phone.

He placed me on the a bar stool as I watched him talk.

"Yeah Yeah we'll be there, Cya Bev" He said before putting the phone down quickly.

He waddled over to the kitchen counter while grabbing a box of cereal, he still looked half asleep with half closed eyes.

"Beverly wants us to go to her place, wants us to see something or whatever..." To be honest his morning voice was sexy but I would never tell him.

Richie felt around in a different draw for spoons but he just ended up pulling out two forks, well he needed his glasses.

The Idiot was half blind...