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⚠ Attempted rape, homophobic slurs, iconic Richie comebacks ⚠

*Richie's POV*

"Good class, Rich!" Max said as all of the students walked out "You really know your stuff."

"Thanks," I smiled and grabbed my bag. "Do you have any more classes today?"

"No, why?"

"I thought we could go out for some drinks. It's already 6pm and I only know 'Max the Professor', not 'Max the regular person'."

"Sounds good," Max laughed and turned off the lights as we walked out. "I know just the place."

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So that's how I ended up here. At the Havana bar, 11pm. Max's hand on my thigh. Very, VERY drunk.

And even more uncomfortable.

"Max," I slurred. "I have a boyf- *hic* boyfriend..."

"He doesn't need to know. And besides, this'll get your grades up. Don't you want that, Tozier?"

"N-no..." I said and tried to push him off. "Stop it."

"You know you want this, babe," Max whispered in my ear and started to kiss my neck. "You know it and so do I."

"M-Max..." I moaned, trying to push him off of me. "Please, st-stop it..."

"Shhh, be quiet. I'm going to make you feel so good."

He led me out of the bar and into an alley nearby. He started to unbutton my shirt and I started crying.

"Shut it!" Max yelled and peeled off my Hawaiian shirt, leaving me in just a white tank top.

My head buzzed from the beer and margaritas, but I kept trying to push him away.

"Hey!" A guy screamed and ran towards us. Max ran off and the 3 guys came towards me.

"Was that guy kissing you?" One of them asked. I nodded and began to thank them.

"Thank you, he was trying to ra-" I started, but I got cut off.

"I didn't say you could talk to us, flamer!" The third yelled and punched me square in the face.

"Yeah!" The second said. "You were kissing a GUY and that's so fucking disgusting!"

They started to kick and punch me and I fell to the ground.

"Ohhh, I get it now! You guys are assholes!" I smirked, finally starting to sober up a little. The first guy punched my ribs.

"You're such a faggot!" He screamed at me.

"The definition of faggot is a cigarette, so thanks for calling me addicting, cutie." I laughed and winked at him. His face turned red and another punch hit my nose.

They kept beating me up, and usually I would defend myself, but I was so dizzy, I couldn't see straight. Can I ever see straight though? Nah.

I could feel blood dripping down my face and my stomach. All of the guys' fists and shoes were soaked with red.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" A girl yelled at the guys and walked towards us cautiously.

"We're just teaching this fairy," Another kick to my gut. "A lesson."

"Oh. Hell. No." She growled and grabbed my hand, quickly dragging me away from them. She dropped me on the other side of the alleyway and walked back towards the guys.

She decked one of them in the face and pulled out a knife.

"If you asswipes don't walk away right now, you're in for a fuckload of trouble, got it?!"

They all looked at each other. One spat at her feet.

"We'll let you off the hook for now." He muttered and everyone walked away. The girl put her knife away and ran back over to me.

"Oh my god, are you ok? My name's Ruby, can you tell me your name?"

"I'm the Trashy Boy." I giggled.

"Are you drunk, or do you remember hitting your head?"

"I'm pretty drunk, but that's my name! Richie the Trashmouth."

"Ok Richie," she laughed. "Can you tell me what hurts?"

"Stomach, head, everything." I muttered.

"What happened?"

"My boss took me out to drinks, tried to rape me, those guys saw us, boss ran away, guys called me names, beat me up, you came." I explained, still feeling dizzy and light headed.

"Ok, my girlfriend and I were getting ice cream across the street. I thought I saw something, that's why I came. I'll go get her, ok? Stay here."

She walked across the street and came back a minute later with another girl.

"AP?!" Ruby's girlfriend yelled and ran over to me.

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Emily.

Emily Parker, my student.

Ruby and Emily.

The girls that helped Bev.

Holy shit.

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"Em? You know Richie?"

"He's my Assistant Professor!"

"Oh..." Ruby looked back at me. "So your boss is Professor Peterson?"

I nodded slowly and looked down at my broken glasses in my hands.

"I'm gonna kill him." Ruby muttered.

"What happened?" Emily asked and looked down at me.

"N-nothing!" I stammered. "It's fine, and I don't want to talk about it with a student. Can you guys...give me a ride home or something?"

"Of course," Ruby smiled and led me to her car. "Where to, sir?"

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I knocked on my apartment door, Emily and Ruby standing behind me. Surprisingly, Bev opened the door, not Eddie.

"Oh my god, Richie what happened?!" She yelled and pulled me into the door and the girls walked in behind us.

"Richie, holy shit!" Eddie's eyes widened in concern and he ran towards me. I hugged him tightly, not bothering to stop my tears from falling.

"Wait...Emily? Ruby?" Bev asked quietly.

"Hey, uhhh...sorry I didn't catch your name the other night." Ruby muttered and rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly.

"Beverly, Bev for short." Bev shook their hands as Eddie grabbed a damp washcloth and started cleaning off all of the blood.

"God Rich...what the hell happened?"

"Long story," I muttered and winced as he touched a particularly awful bruise. "But I'm ok now."

Eddie cleaned off all of the blood and bandaged the open cuts. He brought the cloth back to the bathroom and when he came back, he curled up in my lap.

"Babe, you can't keep doing risky stuff when you're drunk. I can still smell the achohol on your breath..."

"I know, I know," I sighed. "I get it, you don't like it when I drink. But it was just a one time thing, ok?" I kissed his forehead and he smiled up at me.

"Ok. I love you so much, Richie."

"I love you too, you cutie."

Eddie nuzzled into my chest and I held him in my arms. All of us keep talking, but I wasn't really paying attention. I could only think about one thing.

I'm not drinking again. For Eddie.