Wrong

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⚠ Abuse ⚠

*Eddie's POV*

I whimpered as Daniel walks towards me.

"N-no p-please, I'm s-sorry Dan!"

"Sorry doesn't cut it!" he screams as he throws me into the wall. I fell to the ground sobbing.

"You worthless piece of shit!" I hear him mumble and grab a knife from his back pocket.

"N-no..." Not again. This was always the worst. But it's ok, I know he loves me. He really does. He says he's trying to help me. To show me what happens when I make a mistake.

I'm barely conscious when he lifts up my shirt to show dozens of cuts, most new, some old. He starts carving into my gut again, making one more mark for one more mistake.

I wake up the next morning with him cuddling me and telling me how much he loves me, and I feel happy again. Last night, he just got mad. That's all. No need to be concerned. No need to leave.

*Richie's POV*

Holy shit, I'm so in love with Eddie.

I thought that for the first time 8 years ago when he stormed into my room through the window.

"They're gazebos! I can't fucking believe it, I'm not even sick!" He looked like a little chipmunk with his squeaky voice and little shaking body. I laughed and tried to explain that his meds are placebos, but he kept calling them gazebos.

Now, here I am, thinking it once again as he walks up to my apartment for the Losers Friday Potluck Dinner. The only difference is that now he has a boyfriend.

"Hey Richie." he says and waves to me.

"Why hello there Spaghetti Head!"

"Beep beep Richie," he says and glares at me. "I brought some salmon." I fake gag.

"That's disgusting, fish swim in their own pee!" I joke around with him a lot, but today, his face goes red and he looks down at his shoes.

"S-sorry Richie..." I tilt his chin up.

"Hey, Eds. I'm just messing with ya." He nods, but I don't think he believes me.

"Right. I'm gonna go put this inside." He scoots by me with his head still looking down.

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By the end of the night, I'm glad I live here because I do NOT trust myself to drive right now. I'm waaayyyy too drunk. Eddie and Mike are a little tipsy, but not too bad. Bev and Ben are making out in the corner, and I can't tell if that's because they drank too much or not. I can tell when Bill gets drunk, because he gets super flirty. Stan doesn't like to drink, and prefers to be the designated driver.

"Heyyy Stan," Bill turns to his boyfriend with lust in his eyes. We've all seen this before, and Bill is always embarrassed the next day. I take out my camera and start recording. Bill turns to me. "How about Stan and I take that camera and head into the guest room." He tries to grab my camera but ends up falling face first onto the floor.

"Holy shit!" Stan laughs and picks up his very drunk boyfriend.

"Mmm so strong." Bill says. "Carry me into the bedroom!"

Bev and Ben look up from their make out session once they hear that. They turn to us and start cracking up. Mike is dying at his seat and Eddie has tears of laughter running down his cheeks.

"I think it's time for us to go home." Stan says, still laughing.

"Oooh are we going home to," Bill tries to wink but fails. He just ends up blinking very dramatically. "Make love."

"Get in the car, I'll be out in a minute." Stan nudges Bill off of his lap and Bill stumbles out of my house and into the car. I turn off the camera and Stan walks over to me.

"Show me that video tomorrow."

"I will." I wink at him and he giggles again.

Ben apparently isn't drunk, but Bev is, so he drives her home a couple minutes later, Mike leaving soon after.

I look around, but I can't find Eddie. Maybe he snuck out and I didn't see? Oh well...

I'm not really tired yet, so I sit down to watch Friends. The theme song starts up and I heard a clapping in tune to the theme from next to me. I see a blanket in the corner of the couch. I lift it up to see Eddie underneath it.

"Eds? I thought you already left!"

"Noooo I'm too tired."

I laugh and put the blanket back over him.

"Go to sleep Eds."

A couple minutes later, I hear light snoring next to me. I smile down at him and kiss his forehead.

"I love you Eddie."

*Eddie's POV*

I wake up the next morning, feeling great. Richie made me waffles and a cup of coffee, and he shows me the video from last night. I swear, it's funnier now that I'm sober. Last night was the best. Suddenly, everything hits me like a ton of bricks.

Daniel.

"I got to go Richie, thanks for breakfast, bye!" I ran outside and start my car, quickly speeding back to my house.

I pull into the driveway and everything becomes more real. I didn't come home last night. The only reason Dan let's me go to the Potlucks is because they end at 10. But I stayed the whole night. He's gonna be so pissed.

I open the door slowly and walk in. Daniel is sitting in the dining room with his knife on the table, stating at me.

"You didn't come home." he growls and I fold into myself. I started trying to explain, but he cuts me off. "SHUT IT! You disobeyed me. You know what happens now."

Dan grabs the knife and walks towards me. He doesn't bother lifting up my shirt, he just slashes my stomach through the fabric. He pushes me to the floor and starts kicking my ribs.

"You were hanging out with that Tozier kid, huh?"

"I-it wasn't l-like th-that!"

He spits on me and punches the new cut, opening some of the more recent ones.

"Don't talk back to me, you little shit!"

I start sobbing and continue to take the hits.

He just doesn't want me to break curfew again. He wants to make sure I'm safe. This is the only way that he knows I'll listen. It's ok.

After about 20 more minutes of this, he leaves me crumpled up on the floor and walks upstairs. Before he goes, I hear him mutter something.

"No food for the entire weekend fatass."