Wrong

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⚠ Abuse, implied rape, mention of self harm and eating disorder ⚠

*Eddie's POV*

As soon as Richie closed the door, Dan turned around, rage in his eyes.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" Dan growled at me and I whimpered.

"N-nothing, I promise!"

"DON'T LIE TO ME! You're acting like a little slut. I think you need another lesson."

Dan grabbed a knife from the silverware drawer and walked towards me. He grabbed my arm and squeezed it harshly. I wanted to scream and run out the door, towards Richie. He was probably long gone anyways though.

Danny's grip on my arm tightened and he pulled me towards him. I stumbled and he spit in my face. I almost puked, practically feeling the germs spread across my face.

"You're so pathetic." he snarled and dragged me up the stairs.

"D-Dan I promise, n-nothing happened!"

"Yeah, right! I totally believe that!" he yelled sarcastically.

He threw me against our bedroom floor and kicked my stomach, opening the fresh cut that had just stopped bleeding. I let out a chocked sob as he grabbed his knife and lifted up my shirt.

He sliced along that cut, pressing deeper than he ever has before. Then he cut against the rest of my scars, opening every single one.

The blood started pooling on the floor and I black dots started fogging my vision. I felt myself being lifted from the ground and into the bed. Oh great...

I don't remember much after that, but I knew what had happened. This isn't the first time, and I'm sure it won't be the last.

When I was finally fully awake, I saw that Dan hadn't cleaned the blood off the floor. Why would he, that's my job. But dried blood is so much harder to clean than regular blood, ugh.

I heard the TV on downstairs, Dan must be watching something. He'd want to know I'm awake though.

I thoroughly cleaned up all of the blood and walked downstairs. Once I saw the coldness in Dan's eyes, I curled into myself. He's really mad...

"H-hi Danny..." I timidly approached him. "I'm s-sorry."

"Sorry's not good enough," he growled and I shrunk into myself even more.

He turned off the TV and stalked towards me. I felt my breath speed up and then hitch when he grabbed my shoulder tightly. I flinched, but I couldn't move away, his grip on me was too strong.

Suddenly, an awful streak of pain climbed up my stomach. I looked down and saw all of those cuts Danny had made were bleeding again. His hand was in a fist and he had some of my blood on his knuckles. He had punched me yet again, but with all the new cuts, it hurt so much worse.

Dan brought his knee up so it hit me in that same spot. I could feel my eyes tearing up and my lip quivered. A sharp sting spread through my cheek.

"Don't cry, you fucking wimp."

*Richie's POV*

What do I do?! Eddie's being abused?! I swear to God, Daniel is going to PAY for what he did!

I shouldn't have left Eddie alone. What if Dan blames him for the sauce spilling and hurts him?!

I need to tell someone. I feel bad, and I know Eddie won't like it, but I have to. I don't what else to do.

Then I remembered something. When Stan and I were baking yesterday for the Potluck, I mentioned something being off with Eddie. Stan tensed up. Maybe he knows! Yeah, that would make sense of why Stan wanted to talk to Eddie alone at the hospital. It's because he wanted to make sure Eddie wasn't there because of Dan.