Wrong

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⚠Abuse, mention of eating disorder⚠

*Eddie's POV*

I was already freaking out, but hearing Dan storm up the stairs made everything worse. I felt my breath start to speed up and I could tell I was getting a panic attack.

I had messed up badly. And Daniel wasn't going to let me off the hook that easy. I flinched heavily when he slammed the door open.

"You little shit! I can't fucking believe you just did that!"

"I'm sorry Danny, I really am-"

"I love you so much, and that what you do to repay me?!"

He really does love me. I know he does. Why would he say it if he wasn't true?

To my surprise, he walked away. I thought this was going to be a lot worse, but I guess not...

Nope, nevermind, he's back. I could see him holding something in his hand. I thought it was the knife, but that was still in the bathroom, and he had walked downstairs to get it.

My heart stopped when I saw what it was. A lighter and a cigar.

He light the cigar quickly and ripped off my shirt. I still had bandages on my stomach, but Dan took those off with ease. He held me down on my side and pressed the burning cigar down on my hip.

I screamed out, the searing pain unfamiliar and terrible. Dan slapped me across the face.

"Shut it, slut!"

Slut? I'd never done anything before I was with Dan, and the only reason I HAD done stuff was because he forced me to. Danny must've seen my confused expression because he explained, still holding the cigar in the same spot.

"I see how you act around that Tozier kid. You obviously like him." he yelled and punched my stomach. Danny lit his cigar again and scorched a different part of my side.

I squirmed beneath him impulsively and he slammed me down on the floor.

"How hard is it to stay still?!" he screamed in my face. I could only whimper in response as he brought the cigar down to that second spot on my hip.

"I'm marking you 5 times. One is for cutting too much. One is for flirting with Tozier. One is for you messing up everything. One is for you making noise and moving. And the last is just because I can."

So, he burned me three more times. It still hurt just as much as the first two times, but I didn't complain. I had learned my lesson.

After he was done burning me, he took a big puff of that damn cigar and blew the smoke into my face. I started coughing, hating the mix of chemicals in my face. But I didn't say anything.

Danny kept kicking me and punching me for a while. He would tell me all, these awful things about myself, as if I didn't already know them and believe it.

"You're worthless." Duh.

"You're a waste of space!" Obviously.

"You're a little shit!" What else is new?

"Everyone hates you!" Yup, I know.

"Human trash!" Tell me something I don't know.

And it went on like this for hours. I didn't realize how mad he was. Danny normally goes for an hour, maybe adding an extra half hour if I was really shitty. But today?

2½. Fucking. Hours.

At least he still loves me and still puts up with me. If Danny broke up with me and kicked me out, I don't know where I would go. I wouldn't want to intrude on any of the couples. Mike or Richie probably wouldn't mind me moving in though.

Why am I even thinking about this?! I'm should be grateful that Dan deals with me, not planning who I would move in with if he dumped me. Which he won't do. He says he loves me too much.

Call me crazy, but I'm starting to believe that maybe, just maybe, that might not be entirely true.

*Richie's POV*

"Eddie and I are going home now, I'll tell him you say goodbye." Daniel says and walks into Eddie's hospital room.

"What a grouch." I mutter and turn to leave. I already grabbed Heathers, so I'm all set to go. But something in my gut is telling me to stay.

Of course, I don't listen to my gut. I just wanted to triple check Eddie is ok, because I love him more than anything in the world.

So all of the Losers leave without saying bye to our best friend. I felt kinda bad just leaving him, but Daniel said he'd tell Eds we said bye. Still...

I drove here with Stan and Bill, so I get into their car to go back to their house. The atmosphere in the car felt...off. Almost as if there was an elephant in the room that everyone was avoiding. But there wasn't anything wrong, right?

"Hey Stan?" Maybe he knew what was going on.

"Yeah?" he said and turned to face me from his spot in the passenger's seat.

"What did you and Eddie talk about?"

"Oh, um," Stan's face turned red and he looked away. "I just wanted to make sure he was ok. And I thought if all of the Losers were surrounding him, he would feel too pressured and wouldn't say anything. So I wanted to talk to him alone. He's fine."

"Oh," I guess that made sense, but something still felt off. "Ok then. What are we doing at your house?"

"I had an idea!" Bill joined in excitedly. "I was thinking we could make some treats for Eddie. Like cookies and brownies and stuff. I think we have supplies, right Stan?"

"I'm pretty sure, yeah," Stan said. "That's a great idea hun."

Soon enough, all of the Losers, except for Eddie, arrived and Bill and Stan's house.

*Stan's POV*

This is bad. Really bad. If Eddie's cutting himself, whose to say he isn't starving too? And if we force him to eat those brownies in front of everyone, he'll just get really nervous and scared.

I was trying to figure out the best way to give them to Eddie without him getting upset when I felt a soft, powdery finger touch my nose. Bill, whose hands were covered in flour, booped me, covering my nose in it.

"BILL!" I yelled and laughed. I picked up a little handful of flour and chucked it at him. Bill ducked and the mess hit Bev right in the ear.

"You're dead Uris!" she cried and grabbed some sugar, running towards me. I yelped and make a break for the living room. Richie walked out of the bathroom at the same time and crashed into Bev, pouring the sugar on himself in the process.

"What the hell Red?!" he laughed and pushed her. "I'm gonna get you for that!" He stormed back into the kitchen, grabbed an egg and ran back towards Bev.

Unfortunately, his target was missed as he tripped on the carpet and the egg flew into the air. It landed with a satisfying crack... right on top of Mike's head.

Yolk dripped down his face as Richie ran out the door, screaming. Mike bolted after him. The rest of us couldn't stop laughing as we walked outside to watch.

Mike was wiping the egg on Richie and they both had tears streaming down their face from laughing so hard.

"Fuck you Richard." Mike said as he got up and casually walked inside as if nothing happened.