Loserless love ||Reddie

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Richie stared at himself in the mirror. 

He glared at his face annoyed by his pale features. Eddie will think I'm some sort of vampire if I look like this! Richie thought groaning. He suddenly looked down a smirk forming his face. "Hell yeah," He said out loud not realizing he had done so.

Richie picked up a white T-shirt and black skinny jeans. he threw them on and a leather jacket he hadn't worn in forever. He also put on some normal white socks and some ski-8 vans black of course. He rolled up his jeans to where they were cuffed to the ankle. 

He looked in the mirror and tucked his white T into his pants. He raised an eyebrow as he fluffed his black curls. They rested messily on his head and over his fore head. He smirked at him self and walked out of his room mumbling some song he heard on the radio.

He jumped on the stair railing sliding down it and jumping off at the end of it. He looked over at the couch his eyes widening at the horror in front of him.

His mother was crying her head bleeding his father Wentworth towered over her a beer bottle in his hand blood dripping off of it. His mother was sobbing quietly his dad started screaming nonsense. "YOU WHORE! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TELL ME THAT! You deserve NOTHING but a beating. And you gave us that god awful son you call him!" Wentworth boomed causing Richie to shudder at the loud voice. 

"Dad-" Richie said quietly. Wentworth's head whipped to Richie. "Why are you so dressed up fag?" His father shot. Richie cleared his throat adjusting his bulky glasses. "No where of your concern. And leave my mother alone." Richie said glaring into his fathers eyes. His god awful father laughed manically.

"You son of a bitch." Richie hadn't realized his dad was now right in front of him. He pulled his fist back marking his sons nose harshly. Richie stumbled back holding his nose. His nose had been broken plenty of times so he just snapped it back groaning.

Richie looked at his now passed out mother and frowned. "If she's dead by the time I get back.. I'm calling the fucking police, you asshole." Richie said a fire burning inside his chest. A fire of anger. A anger that could burn someones whole body and never stop until the source was killed. And even then the fire could still burn and burn and burn. All the way until the person being burned was the one who died. And a spark could still be remembered. Never die. Always there in the back in your mind waiting.. Waiting to ignite once agai-

"You wouldn't." Richie's father sneered. A small bit of unsureness inside his voice hidden by his pure hatred. Richie scoffed turning from his father and walking to his front door opening it. 

"You know I will." 

Richie added leaving the household slamming the door behind him. He sighed walking over to his skateboard and skating away.




A/N


I'm having writers block so I'll do the party later :(

Love always!
-Trash<3