Late Nights... ✨- Reddie (ON HOLD)

Chapter Thirteen

Eddie Kaspbrack hated his life. His mother didn't love him, his father left his mother. "It's all your fault Eddie Bear. Your father stopped loving me because you're a piece of shit son." She'd say to him before hitting him. He didn't blame himself for his father's leaving though. He knew what kind of woman Sonia was and how impossible she was to live with.
In fact, Eddie never really hated himself, until he met Henry Bowers.

It was the second week of Kindergarten, and everyone was at recess, including little Kaspbrack. He'd run, and jump, and do the monkey bars, just like every other child there.

On this particular day, Eddie had these little yellow athletic shorts on, paired with a small pink polo, a god awful combination for anyone, but on a small child like Eddie, it seemed to fit his bubbling personality. He was drawing in the dirt with a couple of kids by a big huge oak tree that the school had planted when they first built the building. The roots had started poking out of the ground, acting almost as little seats for the children who played. It was a particularly hot day, and as they drew, Eddies stick broke. Naturally, he got up and went to find another so he could finish his artwork.

What seemed like out of nowhere, Henry's voice boomed and surrounded him.

"Hey faggot!"

Eddie swiveled on his heels, ever so slowly, as he came face to face with Henry Bowers.

Now even though they were in the same grade, Henry had a good two feet and one hundred pounds on Eddie, making him so much scarier than an adult would think, of course.

Henry shoved Eddie on the ground, climbing onto his stomach as he held his wrists, pinning them above his head.

"H-Henry, what are you d-doing?", a naive Eddie asked.

Henry brought his fist up, and smashed it into Eddies stomach. The small boy groaned as tears filled his eyes, looking up to Henry with such confusion.

"Don't you know faggots aren't allowed to play with normal kids?", Henry spat in his face. His grip tightened on the boys wrists. Eddie cried out in pain as he started screaming for anyone to help him, but it was no use. He had strayed too far away looking for his utensil.

Henry picked up a hand full of dirt and started rubbing it all over Eddies face. Despite Eddies protests and kicks and screams, it only gave more fuel to Bowers.

The teachers on playground duty sounded the whistle, notifying everyone that it was time to go inside. Bowers got up and took one last look at Eddie as he flailed on the ground, his tears turning the dirt into mud.

"Learn your lesson, gay boy. Stay out of my town."
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Eddie took a few more deep breaths as he awaited Richie to come into math, longing for three o'clock to come and then they could finally be together.

1:58, Eddie thought, as he checked the clock. Class started at two. Come on Rich, where are you? Please tell me you didn't skip.

Richie barrels through the door as the teacher had started shutting it. He looked around to his fellow classmates, exchanging a brief nod with the teacher.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm here. The party can officially start", Richie said with a big wink and a smile to match, "You all are graced with the presence of Trashmouth."

Eddie rolled his eyes, but smiled a quick smile as Richie sat down next to him in the back.

"What took you so long? I thought you'd ditched." Eddie said, catching a glance at Richies knuckles. They were all cut up and bruises had started forming.

"Oh you know, my love, I can't have anyone fucking up your wonderful face." He said, blowing Eddie a kiss before unpacking his stuff from his bag.

"Richard Tozier. You did not." Eddie stated sternly, his hands gripping the sides of the desk.

Richie looked at Eddie, a little taken back from his tone. His eyebrows furrowed, eyes full of anger, with a little bit of fear. He reached over and touched Eddies closed fist, reassuring the boy he was fine. Eddie unclenched his fists, his face returning to a calming state.

"Can- Can you come over today? Maybe spend the night too?" Eddie asked, searching Richies face for any sort of emotion.

"Damn Eddie Spaghetti, you just can't get enough of me can you?" He said, smiling.

"Whatever." Eddie said, rolling his eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards.

Richie leaned over, getting as close as he could to Eddies ear, sending goosebumps up his neck.

"Of course I'll spend the night with you, Eds." Richie said, and hopefully, every night after.