Princess | Richie Tozier

▪CHAPTER NINE 1/2▫

◼BROOKLYN MILES◼

Richie had dropped me off at my house to grab some clothes for the sleep over.

I walked up the stairs of my house towards my room to grab some clothes.

The wooden steps creaked and bowed under my feet as if I weighed a ton, the whole house was dark and shadowy, it made my skin crawl.

Why is it so eerie?

I made my way to my room in silence, normally mom would leave one light on in the house, but none.

Weird.

I searched through my room for some clothes before shoving them in a backpack, I threw it over my shoulder.

Taking a few steps out the door I finally made it to the start of the stair case.

"You little fucking BITCH!"

A hard object hit me in my spine, making my legs buckle forward.

My body tumbled down the wooden stairs, my arms and legs hit the hard wood with great force.

I screamed in pain at every step that I hit and eventually hit the bottom.

"What the fuck!?" I groaned out in pain as I roled over on my back.

Blood dribbled down my face in front of my eyes as I winced, I couphed, blood dribbling down my face.

"You're the one who took my smokes, aye you little whore?" It was Kyle, my abusive brother.

"Richie! RICHIE!" I screamed out in desperation as my brother pulled me up by the throat ristricting my breathing.

I kicked and struggled in his grip before eventually head butting him in the nose.

"You fuck!" He stumbled and let go of me, letting me hit the ground with a thud.

I crab crawled away from him in terror before trying to stand only for him to grab me and push my back towards the floor.

"OI fuck face, get off my women!" A familiar raspy voice yelled out from the front door of the house.

Richie was standing there with his fists In balls and his face in a scowl of hatred.

"Oh the trash mouth wants to join in Huh?" Kyle taunted as he started to make his way towards Richie.

I stuck my legs out, tripping him sideways.

I grabbed my bag in a hurry before rushing to Richie and making our way out the door.

He helped me run towards his bike and get on before we high-tailed it down the street.

I coughed dryly as I held onto his waist in comfort.

"What happened?" Richie said firmly to me as we rode towards his farm house.

"He pushed me down the stairs..." I said weakly as he fastened my hands with one of his.

"I'll get you cleaned up"

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