F*ck You, Bro (Richie Tozier X Fem! Reader) 1

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Six | A red balloon floated by

I'm going to be adding songs to each chapter from now on (watch out for when I update the previous chapters with songs). They're most likely going to be 80's songs.

Song for chapter 6 - "Afraid" by The Neighbourhood

Word Count: 1291

Warnings: Spoilers for IT 2, abuse, a mention of a bruise, arguing, bad teasing, bullying, scary stuff.

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Richie had finished dressing up, so he walked over to his bike, picking it up and allowing me to sit on it behind him. I put my arms around his waist. We drove off away from the quarry. It was all nice and quiet, until Richie decided to break the silence.

"So you really don't know what caused your bruise? I mean, honestly a normal human would feel a huge ass bruise forming on their stomach," Richie asked mocking me.

"For fuck's sake, just when I thought we were going to ride in silence!" I exclaimed.

"Be grateful I'm bringing you home at all," Richie rolled his eyes.

"You know, I could have went home using my legs, I have no idea why I decided to let you drive me home," I responded. Richie stopped the bike and got off it, holding it to make me not fall off.

"Then how about you stop pissing me off and listen to your own advice and go home by yourself?" Richie snapped and I glared at him.

"Sure, bye!" I exclaimed and got off the bike, walking towards my house. My parents didn't need to see Richie driving me home, I'd get in bigger trouble than I was.

A red balloon floated by.

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It was a 10 minute walk, since Richie drove me over halfway. I saw my mom on the porch and panicked, quickly hiding behind a tree. Perhaps she was just enjoying nature or something along those lines? I'm pretty sure they wouldn't care, even if they noticed me missing. I waited a few minutes and my mom finally went inside, so I rushed over to my bedroom's window. I quietly crawled in and to my relief, the door was still locked like I left it.

"Hey, are you going to come out or not? Dinner is ready," My mom knocked on my door as I was closing the window.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be out in a minute!" I yelled.

"Don't raise your voice at me!" Mom snapped at me.

"I'm not! I'm just announcing my existence," I muttered. I hid my swimming clothes in my backpack, which was empty now, since I dropped all the books in the trash bin. I placed the bag inside of my tiny closet, which was surprisingly deep enough to fit one person in it when hiding. I unlocked my bedroom's door and went to the kitchen. It smelled like cow shit in there.

"What's for dinner?" I asked my dad, who was reading the newspaper, ignoring the awful stench.

"Apple pie, but you're not getting to eat," My dad replied not taking his eyes off the newspaper.

"Why not?" I sighed. Not this shit again.

"You made us deeply worry when you didn't listen and only showed up at home the next day," Dad responded. Bullshit, they wouldn't care even in a million years!

"...and that's why today's lesson will be learning that your actions have consequences." My mom finished dad's sentence.

"Wh-what?" I raised an eyebrow. My mom grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me to the stairs that led to the basement.

"You'll sit down there and think about your actions. When you're ready and have learned better than to disobey, you'll yell for us and we'll consider taking your apology." My mom explained and I tried getting out of her death grip, but she wouldn't budge as she led me down the stairs to the basement.

"Mom, w-why are you-" I started, but got cut off as she pushed me in the basement, making me fall on the floor. She locked the door and I heard her footsteps echo as she left the basement.

I pushed myself to crawl to a corner. I cuddled my legs to my chest, still not apprehending what just happened. It was almost completely dark in the basement, except a little night light, which I was grateful for. My mom and dad had already planned this out, that's why the light was turned on.

I felt mixed emotions. I didn't know whether to cry or to laugh. My brain took a few more minutes to make an appropriate reaction. I felt tears staining my cheeks as my head began to hurt and my vision became slightly blurry.

I could yell out to them to apologize, but I doubt they actually threw me in here to think about my actions. They just want to see me break down and I won't give that to them.

I heard footsteps approaching again, so I brushed away my tears as best, as I could. They wouldn't see them that much in the night light, but they would know that I had lost my composure, if I didn't do anything about it.

My dad opened the door for my mom as she came in with some kind of box. She walked over to the night light and put the box near it, revealing that the box was made of glass and a pie was inside of it. The apple pie.

"You're not allowed to eat it and it's not possible to get to it without messing it up. If you try to get to it, you're going to get a far worse punishment, got it?" My mom looked at me and I slowly nodded.

"Good, enjoy not eating!" She laughed loudly, exiting the basement again with my dad.

"Fucking assholes!" I whisper-yelled, kicking something that was near my foot. I put my hand in between my legs and sighed, letting a few tears fall down.

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3rd POV (big spoilers for IT 2)

"Hey, you're good at this!"

"Um...how about we go again? Play some more, y'know? Only, if you want to!" The brunette male offered to his newfound arcade gaming companion.

"Dude, why are you being weird? I'm not your fucking boyfriend!" The curly haired blonde male suddenly exclaimed.

"Woah, I- I didn't-"

"The fuck's going on here?" A familiar voice exclaimed. Richie shifted his eyes to the source of the voice.

"You assholes didn't tell me your town was full of little fairies!" The curly haired boy responded.

"Richie fucking Tozier? What- are you trying to bone my little cousin?" He asked, walking closer.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, FAGGOT!" Henry yelled after a second of silence. Richie flinched, looking back at the entrance of the arcade.

"FUCKING MOVE!" Henry yelled again and Richie ran out of the arcade.

Feeling confused and extremely sad, Richie sat down on a bench opposite the big statue and took off his glasses to wipe his tear stained eyes.

"F́o̶cųs҉, R͘ich̢i̴e!" A demonic voice called out and Richie hurried to put on his glasses. The statue was gone. Richie realized something was extremely off.

Richie heard a noise beside him, so he quickly turned around. The statue was there, only it's mouth was opened and out came a horde of bats. The statue went to smash Richie with a massive pole, but Richie moved out of the way, making the statue destroy half of the bench.

Richie ran for his life, but the statue smashed a pole right next to him, so he fell and his glasses flew away, making his sight as good, as nearly blind. The statue let out a weird, stereotypical horror movie laugh and went to raise the pole up. Richie closed his eyes and chanted 'It's not real' many times, in hopes of getting the statue to disappear. He opened his eyes and the statue was gone. He put on his glasses and looked around. Everything was back to normal.

"I think, I just shit my pants," Richie let out a sigh of relief and laid his head back down on the ground.

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Hope you enjoyed! I'll see you in the next chapter. Yeah, I could have written something on Halloween, but I didn't have that much time.