Losers Club fanfics

EddiexBill

     "Desire is like a storm. Things get broken."—
April Green

     ⚠️ rape warning ⚠️

I could feel my lungs getting tighter, but if I stopped, I was dead. I could hear Henry's ragged panting somewhere behind me. Too close.
My breath was getting shorter and shorter. I couldn't find my inhaler in my fanny pack. I gasped, pumping my legs faster, praying that I didn't trip over a loose stick or step in a hole.
"Come back here, you little faggot!" I heard Henry screech from behind me. Directly behind me.
Tears were streaming down my face, and I shook my head. He's gonna kill me he's gonna kill me he'sgonnakillme-
My thoughts were cut short as went flying to the ground, it's roughness digging into my bare hands and knees.
Henry nearly tripped over me; I heard his ragged breathing directly over me.
"Please Henry," I sobbed.
He pulled me roughly to my feet, his fingers digging roughly into my arms. I could feel the bruises forming already.
He slammed me against a tree; my head snapped back and I saw stars.
In my moment of foggy-ness, Henry had reached down and untied my shorts, and began pulling them down.
"No! No, stop!" I cried, trying to squirm out of his iron grasp.
He slapped me across my face, and tears sprung to my eyes.
"Do not fucking tell me no," he snarled, and he began pulling my shorts further down.
I didn't dare tell Henry no again, but it didn't stop me from kicking and flailing under his grasp.
He pulled down my shorts and boxers, completely exposing me.
     I was sobbing at this point, and Henry pushed me down on my knees. I froze, too scared too move, as I heard the familiar unzip of a fly and denim jeans hitting the ground.
     "Make one sound, and I'll slit your fucking throat, got it fag?" He asked, holding his blade to my throat.
     I nodded, my whole body shaking. "Y-Yeah-"
     I cried out as he thrusted into me, stretching me out.

     After about an hour, Henry had enough from me. He left me lying in the dirt, and walked away.
     Shaking and sobbing, I stood up, then pulled up my shorts, and began limping out of the woods and back to the lighted streets of Derry.
     I was no longer aware of where I was going, I just wanted to leave. Every ounce of dignity I had ever had was now gone; I wanted to be gone.
     Maybe I'll jump in the quarry, the water would freeze me to the bone in an instant I thought to myself, before shaking it from my head. There was no way I'd be able to go through with it.
     "Eddie?"
     A small scream escaped my throat, and I turned on my heel to see Bill Denbrough standing across the street from me.
     "Bill," I half sobbed.
     He ran over to me, grabbing me and holding me close to his chest. "H-hey, it's ok, I'm h-here. What's wrong?" He asked me.
     I could do nothing but sob in his arms, clinging to his shirt. "B-Bill..." I tried again, before completely losing it and collapsing onto the sidewalk.
     "Shh, I'm right h-here Eds. I've got ya," he reassured me, sinking to the ground with me.
     I still sobbed, but nodded my head anyway.
     "Stay with me tonight?" He asked me, rubbing my back gently.
     I nodded again; I couldn't answer through my tears.
     He stood, and helped me to my feet. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and led me to his house across the street.
     "Let's get you in a bath, ok? And I'll put your clothes in the wash."
     I nodded, again, wishing I could thank him, and then just sobbed harder.
     "Your p-parents," I choked out.
     "It's ok. They're out drinking again," he explained to me gently.
     I thought back to all the things Bill and his family had gone through the past year. Bill's brother had died for fucks sake, and now his parents were out drinking non stop.
     I felt like a piece of shit for crying to Bill about Henry having me on my knees in the woods. I was pathetic; he had it so much worse than me.
     Bill led me up to the bathroom connected with his room, and turned the hot water on.
     I was still shaking with sobs even as the tub came to a brim, and Bill asked me if it was ok for him to take my shirt off.
     I nodded, not meeting his eyes. He pulled off my shirt for me, and I removed my shorts. Bill took them and set them in the sink, before turning to help me in the tub.
     Once I was settled in, he finally looked at me.
     "Eds, what h-happened?" He asked me.
     Pathetic piece of shit. "Nothing," I answered quickly. Too quickly.
     He looked at me sadly, but didn't press the subject further.
      "I'm going to put your clothes in the wash. I'll be right back," he said, walking out.
     I nodded, sinking down into the bathtub.