Wrong

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⚠ Abuse, self harm (neither are in too much detail) ⚠

*Dan's POV*

"Where the fuck have you been?!" I screamed at Eddie as he walked inside.

"I don't have an explanation Dan. I'm sorry. I'll go upstairs." He stated with no emotion and walked into our bedroom.

I'm so pissed at Eddie. He broke out of the closet and left. I had already thought that he had told those loser friends of his. But now I know it's true. Where else could've he have stayed the night?

He's gonna get hell for telling someone. He didn't tell anyone for almost 3 years, I thought he could handle it. But I guess he couldn't.

I smirked to myself and walked into the room. I usually heard Eddie sobbing, but this time, he was silent. I guess he finally realized that he deserves this.

Eddie was sitting on the bed with his head down, no emotion in his face. I raised my fist and brought it down hard on his ribs. I heard a small crack and grinned.

*Stan's POV*

Ok, I'm really starting to get worried. Richie called me over an hour ago saying that Eddie was coming over. He's still not here.

What if something bad happened? I know it's silly, but part of me keeps thinking that Pennywise is going to come to Bar Harbor and torment us again. Bill wakes up every now and then, shaking and crying. Him and Bev probably have the worst memories. Bev, because she was stuck in the deadlights, and Bill because of Georgie.

He still thinks it's his fault. He'll say "I should've gone out with him that night" or even worse, "It should've been me." I love him so much, and it really hurts when he says he wishes he died instead of his brother...

The phone starting ringing, and I really hoped it was Eddie. I answered, but I didn't get a chance to speak before a certain Trashmouth started talking.

"Is Eddie there? You never called me back."

"He never came."

"He-...WHAT?! Where is he?"

"I don't know! I was going to call you and see if he came back to your place."

"He didn't. What if he was leaving and Dan saw him?!"

I could feel the blood drain from my face. I was too worried about a fucking clown to remember the real monster here- Dan.

"We're going to their house- now."

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"This was a shitty idea. Dan's obviously gonna see us!" Richie said as I pulled into Dan and Eddie's driveway.

"It's 'going to' Richie, not 'gonna'."

"Fine," he huffed. "Dan is going to see us! And it's not going to help Eds when Dan kills us for knowing about their secret."

I sighed and parked the car. The lights were on, but Dan's car wasn't here.

"Is Dan even home?" I thought out loud.

"I don't know... How about this: we go knock on the door. If Dan's home, we'll just ask if Eddie's ok. Play dumb, ya know? If nobody answers, we go inside."

Nodding my head, I started getting out of the car. Richie followed my lead and we walked up the front steps.

Richie rang the doorbell. The sound echoed through the seemingly empty house. Minutes passed and Richie looked at me.

"Guess we're breaking in, Stanthony."

He grabbed the key, which was still in the same place, and unlocked the door.

"Eddie?" he called into the house. "Are you in here?"

"Up here." A small, timid voice called out from upstairs. Richie and I bolted up the steps and walked into the bedroom, the door still open.

The flickering lights illuminated a figure huddled in the corner of the room.

"Eds," Richie gasped and ran over to Eddie. I quickly followed. "What happened?"

"After I left, I came back here. I knew I needed to get punished for what I did." Eddie said, keeping a straight face.

"Eddie, you don't deserve that." Richie said, pulling him into a tight hug. Eddie hugged back and started to cry. "Ew," Richie said and pulled away. "Why are you, like, soaking wet?"

Eddie's eyes darted away from us and I turned to Richie. The back of his jacket was doused in blood. Red handprints patterned the fabric.

I turned my attention to Eddie, who was wearing a black, long sleeve shirt.

Blood doesn't show up on black clothes.

I already knew this, I'd always pick black shirts after cutting. Just in case the cuts opened when I was hanging out with the Losers.

"Richie, can you walk away please?" I asked quietly. Eddie looked at me with terrified eyes. He knew that I knew what was going on, and I think he's scared I'm going to hurt him.

"What?! No, I'm not going to leave my boyf-...uh, BEST friend who's on the verge of a panic attack!"

"Richie, please." I said calmly. Richie huffed and walked out the door.

I slowly walked closer to Eddie, not wanting to scare him.

"Eddie...can you lift up your sleeves please?" I whispered. He shook his head quickly, and I could see tears start to fall down his cheeks again.

"I need to help clean the cuts. Please, I promise I know what to do," I laughed darkly. "C'mon, let's go to the bathroom."

I held my hand out for Eddie and he hesitantly took it. I led him to the bathroom and got a disinfectant from under the sink.

I poured some of the liquid on a cotton ball and lifted up one of his sleeves slightly. Eddie flinched and I held his hand.

"I'm not going to hurt you Eddie. I promise." I said softly. Eddie nodded and I pulled up the sleeves all the way.

All of the cuts were deep and all of them were gushing blood. Eddie's lucky he didn't nick a vein with all of these cuts.

Gently, I pressed the cotton ball against one of the cuts. He took a deep breath in, but didn't move away from me this time.

I kept doing this on both arms until the cuts were all cleaned out. I grabbed bandages and started wrapping his arms.

When I finished putting everything away, I heard a small sniffling. Eddie was crying again, and it really hurt. He was one of my best friends, I couldn't bare to see him hurting.

I hugged him tightly and he wrapped his arms around me, starting to shake slightly.

"You're ok now," I whispered in his ear. "We've got you Eddie."

A/N so I realized that this story has been mainly staring Richie, Eddie, Stan and Dan. So in the next couple chapters, I'm gonna have the Losers talk about how all of the secrets are affecting them 👌