kissing in cars|reddie

twenty one

The first day, the cops had to decide what to do with the teenage boys. Eddie wasn't allowed to see Richie until they were back in Derry, which the brunette thought was incredibly idiotic. They were to be transported (which was basically human trafficking) from one police station to the other, county to county. No one wanted to volunteer to drive two boys back to their parents.

Nonetheless, they were tossed around the country in small police cars for about a week. The handcuffs stayed on. Richie and Eddie were in two different cars and Eddie really wanted his presence.

Right, Richie. Eddie remembers the look he gave him. He was so stupid, he sacrificed Richie's chance for escape. Richie must hate him with his guts.

And what was he supposed to do when he got back to school? Will he even be allowed out of his house?

Eddie didn't want to know how his mother was going to react when she picks him up from the police station in Derry...all he hopes for is some food and a toilet.

Anyways, the first day that the officers threw Eddie back into a van, he had asked for a blanket. Like, seriously, a goddamn blanket. Was this kid twelve? The boy was just cold. He felt trapped in the police car, and claustrophobic.

He also asked if he could call his father, but was rejected. "You ran away, kid. Suffer the consequences." A policeman told him. Yeah, well fuck you.

Eddie was so tired.

He didn't sleep for most of the ride to Vermont. And even after that. He was in complete agony and when he cried, he did it silently. No sounds. The memories of his father's face- it hurt. He wanted all of his memory erased. He wanted to forget about Laurie, Tony, Frank, Richie, Sonia- and possibly, he could forget himself and just perish.

"Kid, wake up."

The voice was husky and gravelly. And when Eddie's eyes fluttered open, he was barely in the brink of consciousness, the police officer he had been paired with was shoving him out of the car and into another. Eddie didn't say anything- he didn't have to. No one was going to listen to him.

The handcuffs hurt his wrists. Eddie tried asking the police to take them off just so he could massage them, but once again, he was denied. Eddie tried another 'solution'- just shoving his wrists in any direction to try and loosen the metal. He felt like his skin was being ripped open; red lines formed on his soft, tan skin. His bones felt like brittle underneath his flesh. All Eddie hoped for was the end.

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Richie hated being in police custody.

He hated government shit anyways. But seeing Eddie be thrown around like a sheep hurt him to see.

He had been paired with a kind, female officer. Just his luck. The female gave Richie hot cocoa, too, and everytime, he wished he could just give it to Eddie. He didn't deserve it, Eddie did.

That boy was going to be the death of him.

His female officer told him that his Malibu was going to be towed. He didn't know when he'd get it back, but Richie hoped soon. That car was going to get him out of Derry when he's eighteen and finished high school. It was also his baby, he'd had that car since his junior year.

Speaking of said high school, Richie couldn't wait to greet Beverly again. He knew that he should put Eddie first, but he was still excited to see his bestie. And poke around Sir Hanscom, and pay for more weed. Jesus, when was the last time Richie smoked? He couldn't remember, but now (in the vehicle on a Vermont highway) he was aching for a cigarette.

"So, when I get back in Maine, what's gonna happen?" Asked Richie, peeking over the seat of which his guard cop sat.

"Well, we'll let you go, of course." She replied back with that fruity voice of hers.

"What about Eddie?"

"We're going to investigate him."

"Investigate him? He didn't do anything."

"Technically, yes. But his mother has been dying to figure out just why her son ran away." She shrugged. "The whole department hasn't gotten a day without her calling ever since you boys left."

"Yeah, and she wonders why Eddie doesn't wanna be there..." Richie muttered.

"We don't blame the kid. He wanted a break. So he got it. But play times over, and you boys are graduating soon. Going to college. Getting married and having a family."

"Way to sum up my life for me."

"Settling down is easy..."

"So why haven't you settled down?" Richie asked.

"People need me. But I have settled, with a dog at home."

"What makes you think I wanna get married and all that shit? I could probably be planning who I'm gonna murder right now."

"Well, I'm just speaking out loud here. No need to grudge."

Richie sighed. "Yeah, whatever."

For a minute, there was only silence. The road they approached was all mud and dirt, which signaled that even New Hampshire was still midst rain. Richie looked out of the nearly fogged windows and sighed loudly. Eddie...

"I don't think he'll do okay when we get back."

"Why's that?"

"...He was pretty miserable. Guess he kinda still is."

"There's always a chance to change." Said the female, her pretty hazel eyes focused on the road ahead. She took a sip of her coffee and said nothing more.

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