BevxRichie

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by honeybb123

by honeybb123

"If you have been brutally broken, but still have the courage to be gentle to others then you deserve a love deeper than the ocean itself." —
Nikita Gill

My mouth dropped open as Richie stormed into my house. My dad was going to fucking kill us.
   He had me pinned against the wall by my throat, and I didn't want to know how Richie would react to this.
   He stood in silence for a moment, before popping off. "Get the fuck off her, asshole!" He screamed.
   My dad slowly let me go; I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the floor, gasping for breath.
   "What did you say to me, you little shit?" I heard my farther snarl at Richie.
Richie opened and closed his mouth a few times before answering. "I said, get the fuck off her, asshole."
He walked menacingly towards Richie, who didn't shrink back. Richie didn't even flinch when my father punched him square in the jaw.
   I watched, mouth agape, as he crumpled to the ground like a rag doll. I continued to watch fearfully as my father place kick after kick and punch after punch to Richie's lifeless body.
   Finally, i snapped out of my trance and I spoke up. "Stop it, stop it," I screamed, my voice cracking.
   My father seemed not to hear me, so I grabbed his shoulder, jerking him away from Richie.
   He stumbled back, tripping over an overturned chair. He fell hard, shaking the floor.
   He glared up at me, and I shrank back. I was so dead.
   "Get out now and don't bother ever coming back," he snarled.
   I nodded, blinking back my tears. "Yes sir," I breathed.
   I glanced down at Richie; his eyes were open now. There was a thin trickle of blood running from his lip and nose.
   I offered him my hand, and he took it, slowly and shakily rising to his feet.
   "Come on let's go," I whispered, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
   "Bev-" he took a shaky breath. "I-I'm so sorry." His voice was thick with emotion.
   "Hey it's not your fault. You were just trying to protect me. And I thank you for that," I told him softly.
   "But now you're kicked out of your own house," he sniffled.
   "It-it wasn't much of a home anyway," I muttered to the ground.
   "We could go to my house," he told me. "We can order a pizza, and you can stay as long as you need too."
   I smiled at him. "That sounds perfect."