I do not take requests anymore because this book is finished. :)
(I wrote most of these when I was like 12 so don't mind the absolute cringe)
Disclaimer: if the chapter says it's been edited that means I recently re-wrote it. Which just means the wr...
(I wrote this right after watching It chapter 2 to try and clear up my depression, help me)
Richies POV
I walked in the sidewalks of Derry with my earbuds in. I listened to slow music.
Drunk- Ed Sheeran
I skipped along and I decided to stop at the gas station to buy some snacks since my boyfriend, Eddie, and I plan on hanging out tonight.
He wasn't at school today but he probably just had a doctors appointment or something .
I walked in and though the aisles. I picked up some skittles for Eddie and an ice tea for him also.
I smiled and grabbed some salt and vinegar chips for me. Then I headed to the cash and payed with the only money I had left.
I smiled contently and walked out unpausing my music. I smiled the whole way home which was weird but it wasn't pointless since my mind couldn't stop picturing Eddie.
I walked up Eddie's driveway and knocked on his front door.
I waited a couple minutes but nobody came.
That's weird.
I looked over at the car on the driveway.
His mom was here so someone should answer the door.
Then I heard a huge scream come from Eddie's bedroom window. I dropped my store bag and rushed over to the bottom of it.
"EDDIE?!?" I yelled. "EDDIE ARE YOU OKAY?!?" I screamed. I looked around frantically and my eyes landed on a ladder, leaning against the side of Eddie's house .
I ran over to it and moved it so it was directly under the window.
I started climbing up with caution.
I got to the window and looked inside.
Eddie was in the corner of his room with his head in his knees shaking like crazy.
"Shit Ed's." I knocked on the window. He looked up and his eye was red and puffy and his nose was bleeding.
I wasn't going to wait for him to open it obviously so I lifted it up with my arm while I other one held tight to the ladder keeping me steady.
I jumped inside and ran over to Eddie.
"Ed's?!? What happened?!? Are you okay?!?" I asked frantically. He shook his head.
"Okay...stay calm...where's your inhaler?" I asked. He pointed to his desk and I got up quickly running over to it shuffling through all his things.
Finally I found it in the drawer next to a picture of me and him at a sunset. I smiled and blushed.
Richie focus lots of time for this later.
I ran over to him and lifted his chin and putting the blue plastic in between his lips. I pressed it once then again.
He calmed down and took a deep breath.
"You okay now Bub?" I asked. He shook his head again and put his face down in his knees that were glued close to his chest.
"Are you hurt?" I asked. He nodded. "Where?!?" I panicked. He lifted both his hands and I saw giant red marks around his wrists.
And then he pointed to his eye. His red puffy eye.
"Oh my- Eddie..." I tried to bring him into my embrace but he wouldn't budge. "Eddie come on." I pleaded.
He shook his head. "Eddie I need you to feel safe. I only know you feel safe when you're in my arms." I touched his face and he flinched.
"Oh sorry..." I took my hand away quickly. He rubbed the side of his face against his shoulder.
"Rich go." He looked at me in the eyes. "You can't be serious..." I replied. "I don't need you, just go." Tears started to fall.
" No don't cry please." I tried my best to help him without touching him, seemed like he didn't want to be touched.
"Richie my mom...she..." He shook his head side to side. "Eddie tell me." I demanded.
He shook his head again.
"Eddie I'm serious." I said putting my hand on his shoulder. He looked at me.
"Promise you won't be mad?" He cried. "Of course I won't be mad." I shot him a reassuring smile.
He nodded.
" My mom found my photo album and with all the pictures of you and I and the losers." He took a deep breath.
"Most of them are from the photo booth...and well..." He looked at me and tried to see if I understood.
Obviously I did because I'm most of the pictures we take in the photo booth we're either kissing of doing something sexual.
"Eddie I'm not mad..." I said. "She said I can't see you anymore. And the losers either." He sniffled.
"What happened to your wrists and your face?" I asked. "When my mom found them she beat me and tied me to my bed...she said I would stay there until I wasn't sick anymore. That's why I wasn't at school." He cried.
"I finally chewed through them after 4 hours of trying but she caught me and slapped me." He sniffled.
"You'll be okay I promise." I said.
"Rich I'm so scared..." He started to sob. "Don't be, I'm here and I always will be." I pulled him into my arms and this time he didn't resist he just accepted the hug.
I held him tightly and he rested his head on my shoulder and wrapped his arms around my neck. I stayed there until his sobs turned into sniffles and then small snores.
"Ed's?" I asked.
No response.
I chuckled and got up with my small boyfriend in my hands. I walked to his bed and set him down softly.
I wrapped his blankets around him carefully and went to sit on his desk.
I wasn't leaving him. Not today. I looked around his desk and found the album he was talking about.
I looked through all the photos and smiled. He wrote cute messages next to each one.
I flipped more pages and a piece of paper fell out. I reached to the ground and picked it up flipping it around.
It was an amazing drawing of Eddie and I.
It had a pink backround, Eddie's favourite color and pink hearts around us. I was kissing Eddies cheek and holding his hand.
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I smiled widely.
I thought about putting it back in the book but changed my mind and put it in my pocket.
I looked over at my sleeping boyfriend and admired everything about him.
Even with his red puffy eyes and bruised face he was still perfect.
