Wrong

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⚠ Alcoholism, mention of self harm and suicide ⚠

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•°•One week later•°•

*Richie's POV*

Eddie walked into our apartment after another day visiting Stan.

"Eddie Spaghetti!" I slurred, finishing my third beer. "My man!"

"Richie..." he sighed. "I thought we talked about this..."

"Well, yeah. But then I got all these memories, so I was like 'Fuck it!' and now I'mma drink again!"

I stumbled past him and towards the fridge, quickly grabbing and opening another beer.

"That's not good, Rich," Eddie said calmly and took the bottle from me. "You gotta stop doing this."

"I don't give a fuck, Eds!" I furrowed my brows and reached out for the bottle. I grabbed it quickly and downed half of it in one sip.

"Richie, please-"

"Shut up, Edward! I can do whatever the fuck I want, ok?!" I snapped at him.

He froze and looked at me with scared eyes before quickly looking at the floor.

"I'm sorry," he muttered softly. "Pl-please don't hurt me."

My heart stopped. This was all wrong. He's not supposed to be scared of me. I'm not supposed to be the "New Dan". I'm not going to hurt him, but he doesn't trust me.

Because I went back on a promise.

Because I hurt him.

•°•back to the present•°•

"Richie, we have to talk." Eddie sighed after Bev, Emily and Ruby left our apartment. "You have to stop drinking."

"I know, Eddie-" I grumbled before he cut me off.

"I'm serious. It's a problem. When I was with Dan, I was always waking up to drunken phone calls from you at 2 in the morning. And I never said anything because, well, I thought you would leave me if I ever stepped out of line. But now that we're dating, I have a right to say this. You need to stop drinking. It's a problem, Richie. I'm not saying you're...alcoholic, but it's definitely getting there."

No... I can't be alcoholic. That's what my dad was, that's why he starting beating me. He got way too drunk one time, that's when it all started. I can't do that to myself and the rest of the Losers.

And Eddie. From what I've heard, Dan drinks a lot. Eddie can't be in a relationship with an alcoholic again, it'll hurt him too much. There's too many memories...

"E-Eds...I'm such a douche," I muttered and walked over to him. "I'm so sorry. I'm gonna try, ok?"

"Ok," Eddie smiled at me softly. "Thanks, Trashmouth."

"No problem, Spaghetti." I ruffled his hair and grinned down at him.

•°•

*Eddie's POV*

"R-Rich?" I muttered, shaking. I had a bad dream, and I would never tell him this, but Richie triggered it. He's drinking a lot again, and it's bringing up a lot of bad memories.

Richie didn't answer me, he's still asleep. I looked over at the clock next to me. 2:38 am.

I sighed and rolled over on the bed, facing away from Richie. I tried to ignore the blaring pain in my sides. Bev told me about this, it's phantom pains. It's not really happening, but since I'm thinking about Dan, I'm also thinking about all the times he would cut up my stomach and sides.