Wrong

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*Richie's POV*

"Where'd he go...fuck, where'd he go?!" I yelled to myself.

I just woke up, hungover and miserable. Eddie's gone. I don't where he is, or if he's safe. What if he killed himself...he thought it was his fault about Stan, and I know he cuts..

I shake the thought out of my head and go to grab my phone. Maybe Bev can help me find him.

"Richie, why are you calling?" Bev mumbled as she woke up. "It's, like, 5 in the morning..."

"Bev, I messed up, and now Eddie's gone and fuck, I'm so scared, what if something happened?!"

"I'm glad you care about me, Rich!" Eddie's voice sounded distant in phone, but he was there. He was just with Bev.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Eddie's ok.

"Richie," Bev said. "You were a douche. Get dressed and get over to my apartment, you have a shit ton to explain."

With that, she hung up the phone and I sighed. I don't remember anything I said last night. But with what Bev said, I don't think Eddie went over there for just a sleepover...

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"Trashmouth," Bev opened her front door and glared at me. Bill stood behind her. "Come in."

I nervously walked into her apartment, quickly spotting Eddie in the corner. His arms were crossed over his chest, but he didn't look angry. Just...sad.

"Hey Eds," I smiled softly at him, but he just looked down. "I don't remember what happened last night, babe. I'm so so sorry for anything I said. I won't drink again, I fucking promise-"

"You promised that already!" Eddie yelled, moving away from the wall and closer to me. "And you fucking broke it! You're such a black out drunk, you don't even know what you said!"

"So tell me, please, I can make everything better again!" I pleaded.

"Basically, I thought you were gonna hurt me because you kept yelling. And I TOLD you I felt like that. And you told me to go away, that you couldn't deal with me. And then you drank, like, 3 more beers and passed out on the couch. That's when I called Bev."

"Eds..." I whispered and moved closer to him.

"DON'T call me that," he yelled. "You don't have the privilege of calling me "Eds" or "Eddie Spaghetti" or any of those fucking nicknames! You hurt me, really fucking bad."

Tears of sadness and anger rushed down his face. I can't believe that I made him feel like this...

"Just go away," he muttered and walked over to Bev and Bill. "Please."

"I'm sorry..." I mumbled and walked out the front door.

*Eddie's POV*

Bev slammed the door behind Richie once he left. She turned back to me and wrapped me in a hug. Bill joined in too, and I started crying harder.

"That was really brave of you, Eddie." Bill smiled at me.

"Yeah," Bev grinned and punched my arm. "You're, like, a total badass."

"Th-thanks guys..." I gave them a weak smile and moved over to Bev's living room. "Can we just watch some TV? I'm so fucking tired after that."

"Of course!" Bev yelled and jumped on the couch. "Let's get your mind off of that fuckwad."

*Dan's POV*

"Hell yeah..." I muttered as Richard Tozier walked out of Beverly Marsh's apartment. William Denbrough and Beverly brought Edward Kaspbrak, my love, into a hug.

Now they're watching TV. The TV set Beverly got on February 13, 1997, her 21st birthday.

Eddie always thought I hated his friends, but truly, I was studying them. I know everything about them. I've been watching them.

My old friends thought it was creepy, they called me a "stalker". But I just want to keep a close eye on Eddie. He's the love of my life, after all.

But since he's left me, I've been watching them closer. Eddie started dating Richie. Rich says I'm "evil", but he's wrong about me. I love Eddie. I just want to help him.

Eddie's a screw up, and he should be lucky that he has me. Because I help him, and I make sure that he never makes a mistake.

Eddie hates his scars. I know because I saw him crying over them in Richie's apartment. I was watching through the window.

It was the day that Richie and Eddie found out about that little marking I made on Eddie's back. "Dan's Property". And it's true, he is my property.

I remember watching Stan try to kill himself. It was FANTASTIC! I'm sure Eddie got lots of ideas too, which makes the attempt even better.

At first, I thought his pain was coming from Stan being dead, but then he lived. But now Eddie blames himself, which is good enough.

I frowned when Eddie smiled at something on the TV. He doesn't deserve to be happy, not yet. I have to fix him first. That's why I have to get him back.

And I know exactly when it's happening. When I'm going to finally get him back.

The best part about all of this is that they're idiots! I've been watching the Losers since Eddie and I started dating, but nobody's noticed. Three YEARS and they're still absolutely clueless.

I knew that Richie and Stan found Eddie in the closet. I knew that Eddie packed a suitcase, and that he was planning on leaving me. I knew everything.

Because I'm not letting Eddie go. He's mine, and I'll use him as such. That fucking shit isn't getting away that easily.

I'm coming for him. And by the end of all of this, I can promise you, Edward Kaspbrak will be dead.