Richie runs to the front door, clambering down his front steps, almost crashing into Eddie. He cups his face with both hands, running his thumbs softly over the bruises, examining every cut and scrape, every bruise, every blemish on his young face.
"Eds, don't tell me this was your mom." Richie said softly, a lump forming in his throat, dreading the next words to come out of Eddies mouth.
Eddie looked at him with eyes full of tears, for he was truly broken. This beating wasn't like the rest. The words his mother yelled, the names she called him. They were all different than the other times.
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After Eddie had been helped into Richies room, he started to process what his mother had actually done to him. He started to feel the pain in his ribs and face. He worked his way to the bathroom after Richie had excused himself to get him a glass of water. Eddie flicked on the light, and for the first time, seeing the horror of what his mother had done to him.
His eyes were swollen, one with a dark black ring around it, his throat having hand marks from where she had choked him. He touched his neck softly, wincing at the pain as he raised his arm and when he touched his face. He took a wash cloth and started cleaning the dried blood from under his nose just as Richie returned.
"Eds-"
"Rich. It's- It's okay."
Eddie caught Richies eye in the mirror, both boys filled with so much sadness. Richie took the wash cloth from him, and helped him to the toilet seat, setting him down gently.
"Can I?", Richie asked while getting on his knees, gesturing towards the hoodie Eddie hadn't taken off since arriving.
He slipped it off slowly, hesitating a bit as he pulled it over the rest of the way with Richies help.
Richie wasn't prepared for what he saw. Skin and bones would be an understatement, that would be implying as though it seemed there was any skin left that Eddie hadn't cut or burnt.
Richie slowly touched each wound softly, looking into Eddies eyes as his began to fill with tears.
"Oh, Richie. Come 'ere, it's okay. I'm okay, we're okay." Eddie said in a soothing voice as he stretched his arms out to Richie, inviting him in.
Richie didn't take the invitation though. He simply gave Eddie the wash cloth, and left him to it.
What? Am I that fucking hideous that he can't even look at me? Touch me?
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Late Nights... ✨- Reddie (ON HOLD)
Fiksi Penggemar"I'm captivated by you, Richard Tozier." a Reddie fan fic based in 1980's, it'll most focus on Richie and Eddies relationship, but there will be other ships too such as; -Stenbrough -Benverly I don't know when i'll update this, so far it's been eve...
