Wrong

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⚠ Abuse (duh), blood ⚠

*Eddie's POV*

Dan left about an hour ago. He tied me to a support beam in the bathroom and locked the door. There's a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the front door, so nobody will come in.

I'm covered in bruises. They're all over my stomach and my chest, my arms and my legs...everywhere.

I don't know why Dan left, he wouldn't tell me. And I don't know when he's coming back. Is this his whole plan? To just leave me here until I starve to death?

Apparently not, because the door just opened. My heart sped up as I heard his boots boom like thunder against the floor.

Dan finally got to the bathroom and slammed open the door. He undid the knotted rope that held my wrists and ankles together. I rubbed at the red marks as Dan dragged me out to the bed.

"You wanna know where I went?" Dan growled at me. "I went to a store, and I got some stuff for you."

He pulled out a plastic bag and dumped it onto the bed. A razor and shaving cream fell next to me.

"I bought the cream so the cashier didn't get suspicious," Dan grunted and threw the can across the room. "Aren't you happy about your present?"

I stared at the razor and nodded slightly. I didn't want to cut again, but I know I deserve it. And Dan wants me to cut too.

"Go ahead," Dan smirked. "It'd be rude if you didn't use your gift."

⚠ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠

With shaking hands, I picked up the razor and crushed it in my hand. My palm started bleeding slightly, but I didn't care.

I held one of the blades in my hand. So small, yet so deadly...

⚠ SIKE ⚠

I glared up at Dan and lunged at him. Before he could react, I slit his throat. Blood started pouring out of the wound and he fell back in shock.

I ran towards the door and opened it, quickly running out. I didn't get more than 4 feet away before a large hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back into the motel room.

"You little shit!" Dan screamed and slammed the door shut. From the look of it, the cut wasn't that deep. It definitely hurt, but it wasn't fatal. Damn it.

Dan dragged me to the bed and tied me up again. I squirmed against his grip, trying to get away, but I was shaking in fear.

He took the razor blade and quickly dug it into my wrists, then my thighs. It hurt a lot, but I also felt...relieved. I've wanted to do this for so long, but I didn't want Richie to be disappointed. Now, I can feel the pain, but blame it on Dan.

After a couple minutes, Dan finally stopped. There was dozens of cuts on each wrist and each thigh. Blood was quickly oozing out of them. I couldn't stop staring at them, shaking in pain and fear.

I finally got snapped out of my trance when I felt a sharp pain across my wrists, right where the cuts where. I screamed loudly, but Dan quickly covered my mouth.

He took another rope and tied it over my mouth so that I couldn't make any noise. Dan pulled away and I could finally see what he was doing.

There was a belt in his hand, a big, red splotch of blood on the end. He pulled it back and slammed it down on my other wrist this time. The same searing pain ran through my arm and I felt more hot tears fall down my face.

'Please stop' I tried to say, but the rope made sure all that came out was mumbles.

My eyes started to feel heavy. I didn't want to pass out and let Dan do whatever he wanted to.

But eventually, I did fall fast asleep.

*Richie's POV*

I haven't slept since Eddie left. The Losers tell me that I should take a break, but I haven't.

He's been gone 26 hours and 18 minutes. 1 day, 2 hours, 18 minutes. Eddie wouldn't just spontaneously go somewhere without telling us, especially is he KNEW he was going to be gone over 24 hours.

Hence my theory about Dan gets even more evidence. He took Eddie, I just know it. There's almost no other explanation. I mean, ANYONE could've taken him, but why? He's a sweet, pure, amazing person. Who else would do this besides a demon like Dan.

Bev sent me home. We were all at Bill's house trying to figure it out, and Stan was on the phone. But they all agreed that I needed to take a break.

So I went home, but I never went to sleep or took a nap or anything. I've just been sitting on a dining room chair for the past 3 hours. Thinking.

Why Eddie? He's been through so much already. He just wants a normal life, but now he's missing?!

I sighed and took another sip of my Red Bull. It's kind of like my 'Replacement Beer'. I'm not drinking anymore, so if I get any urges, I just have Red Bulls.

I've only had two, and my mind is racing. I thought the sugar and caffeine would help, but it's just making my imagination more active. And not in the good way.

What if Eddie's dead? What if he's already gone and I couldn't save him?

What if he killed himself...

We were in a wooded area. He could've just gone into the forest and slit his wrists. Who's to say he didn't bring a razor or a knife with him?

No. He didn't do that. He wouldn't have bought a bunch of stuff for himself, then killed himself. That would be wasteful, and Eddie would never do that.

So where the fuck is he?!

*Dan's POV*

I finished up with Eddie and slid on my jeans. He passed out, giving me the perfect opportunity to do this without his complaints.

I smirked as blood dripped down his...everywhere. His wrists, back, stomach, legs, just everywhere. I hated hurting my baby, but he deserves it. I need to make him perfect, and this is the only way.

And besides, he won't have to deal with this for long. I'm continuing out the plan tomorrow night. So I have one more day of the MINOR torture.

Then everything will get so much worse. And the blood's on my hands. But I really don't care.

Edward Kaspbrak needs to die.