The Aftermath (Reddie)

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Richie's POV

It was fucking cold. In the end, I had decided to go see Eddie. I mean...how was I supposed to resist? I am a very impulsive and I get addicted to things quite easily. Which is not very good in the long run.

So the problem at hand wasn't that I had chosen not to see Eddie, it was that I wasn't able to see him.

I had been standing outside of his front door for ten minutes now, and I've already knocked twice. I had chosen to not wear a jacket because I thought that I would be graciously welcomed in and out of the cold.

It was snowing for fucks sake.

It felt rude to knock three times, but I did anyways.

Another minute passed and my hands were starting to feel tingly. Now I was impatient.

So I knocked continuously on Eddie's front door until I heard movement.

The door swung open to reveal Mrs. K, she had put on more weight since I had last seen her. How that was possible, I wasn't sure.

The look she gazed at me with was just horrifying, disgust was so blatantly present it stung a bit.

"H-hey M-M-Mrs. K," I chattered, "Ed-d-die invited m-me over to h-help w-with m-math."

I didn't think she was going to say anything as a good chunk of time passed before she drew in a breath to speak.

"I've heard about you," she wrinkled her nose, "molesting boys in the locker rooms, blowing your teachers. You really think I'm going to let such a disease just waltz in and infect my son?"

The pink that had tinted my face from the cold went away fast.

"I-I- That's not true," I felt flustered, like I was grasping at straws.

"Even if you weren't a faggot, You reek of cigarettes, my boy has very weak lungs-"

She continued to drone on and on about Eddie. How he was so fragile.

All I could think about was the disgust on her face as she looked at me. Sure Mrs. K and I hadn't been each others favorite people before, but it still hurt to see her so disgusted by who I was. I was scared that this was how my own mother would react.

It chilled me to my bones worse than the cold. I didn't want to have to deal with this.

Mrs. K was still droning on, but I turned and ran off of the doorstep. I ran down the street, all the way home.

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Eddie's POV

He wasn't here.

Richie wasn't here.

I was sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at my math books, hoping that Richie would burst into my room at any second.

Why should I even care if he comes or not?

Sure we had kissed,

Sure we had confessed our feelings for each other,

but did that even mean anything for Richie? Was it supposed to mean something to me?

I wished it didn't hurt me this much to have him not here with me.

My door burst open and I snapped my head up, a smile growing on my face as I expected a lanky shaggy haired boy to come strutting in and make jokes about my mom.

Instead my own mother had hauled herself up to my room.

Which she hardly ever did.

"Eddie dear," she said softly, "what are you up to?"

Okay...I'll bite I guess.

"Math," I shrugged and pointed to the supplies in front of me.

Her lips were pulled tightly into a smile, "were you expecting anyone?" she asked.

"Uh yeah...Richie was supposed to come help me but I guess...he ditched or something," I tried not to sound to disappointed.

My mom flinched slightly, was she okay?

"Eddie..." she was talking calmly but it still scared me, "you're not gay, are you?"

I felt my spirit just leave my body.

"Cause you know the diseases and sin that is involved and I really hope you didn't choose to be...like that,"

Yes mother, cause it's a choice. I chose to be part of a community that faces harassment daily.

Besides my initial anger at her stupidity, I was beyond scared.

She was going to kick me out. I was going to be homeless.

"Eddie?" she was more firm, "are you gay?"

"No," I said just as firmly.

She smiled, satisfied, "good-"

I breathed out relief.

"-don't hangout with that cocksucker Richie anymore, you could get really sick."

Then she left.

I stared blankly at the wall for awhile, tears falling down my cheek every now and then.

I could never come out to my mom, at least not until I was eighteen.

I have to hide who I am from her. Which meant no more Richie.

Which meant no more happiness.

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Emo thoughts my dudes.

Sorry for not posting yesterday, it was thanksgiving and then I had to drive to my sisters place and spend the night and yeah.

At least this is longer...

peace it