It Took So Long. (Reddie)

The first year: Richie tells Bev.

So this is all in one year.. It will say second year when I move on to the next year. Enjoy!!!!

(Warning: slurs and cussing. Also very violent. And if you don't like gay people then get off this cite. We support them here!)

It was a hot and sunny summer day.(how most stories start). Richie was walking out of his house to go to the arcade. It had only been two summer since the losers killed it. The memories were fading, but he still remembered. Oh yes, he remembered how his crew almost died, how he almost came out, how he got beat up. But now, he was walking to go play street fighter in a arcade... It seemed so much duller than fighting a evil clown in the sewers. Never the less the day was goo-

"Hey faggot!" Henry called out. The sound of his voice ringed in Richie's ears. Richie turned around feeling dazed. " whatcha doin here faggot? " Henry mocked him. Richie swallowed  hard and did not speak. "Huh? What did the Trashmouth say?" Henry was closer to Richie now.

" HEY get AWAY FROM ME BOWERS! " Richie screamed. Richie did not know why he said that to Henry, he knew he was in trouble. He did not want to show that he was scared so he held up his head.

"What did you say to me?" Henry barked as he took a step closer to Richie.

" I SAID GET AWAY FROM ME B-" Richie's screams were cut off by Henry punched in the gut. Richie fell to the ground.  His glasses fell too, he could feel warm blood coming out of his nose. 'ha, coming out some thing I can't do.' Richie thought out of no were.

Henry was still there, a smug grin on his face. " Hey get up faggot , come on pussy get up! " instead of getting up Richie reached for his glasses. Henry stepped in his hand- hard. Richie winced in pain and pulled his hands away from his glasses.
"Come on faggot fight me!" Henry kicked Richie again in the gut, and Richie held his stomach in pain. Richie had to do something, he has to get up.

"Bower's I am going to kick your ass  in a s-secound." Richie managed to say while trying to pick himself up. " I'm gonna kick your-" wham! Bowers slammed Richie hard across his face. Richie fell down again. Now of course you'd expect the boy who killed a clown in the sewers to get up but he didnt. Richie knew there was nothing he could do. Or at least that is what he told himself. Really it was because he was hurt. He was hurt that he got called a faggot, and even more hurt because he knew it was true. When Henry had finally left, Richie picked up his glasses and ran. No he did not run just any were, he ran to the club house.

When he got there he sat down and cried.  'it's all my fault I got beat up. I deserved it a faggot like me should not be walking around Derry.'  Richie thought, he could feel the bruises on his face and his stomach was pounding. 'what if my parents find out... Then I'm sunk or the loser club what if they find out. I will have no were to go. I'll be dead!' Richie mind filled with a thousand thoughts as he sobbed louder.  

"Richie?" A friendly familiar voice questioned him. It was beverly. She looked concerned and she was.. She had never seen Richie cry before. "Richie are you okay?? I've never seen you like this ." Beverly slid down next to Richie. He looked terrible. He had a bruise to the left side of his face, there was dried blood coming out of his nose and his eyes were red and puffy from crying. Richie's glasses had been in the floor and he picked them up and put them on his face to cover up his red puffy eyes.

" I'm okay Bev, really. I just got beat up by Bowers. " Richie do not want Beverly to see him like this. Well he did not want any of the losers to see him like this. But she was in the club house at the moment, so she was the one he felt ashamed of showing his emotions to.

"No, Richie you are not okay, you look terrible. What did he say to you that made you cry?" Bev sounded more concerned.

"All he did was beat me up, Bev." Richie lied, Beverly knew he was lying. Richie never cried when people hurt him, not even when he got knocked out cold. They definitely said something to him.

" Richie, I know you.. You never ever cry when you get beat up, what did he say to you? " Beverly pleaded from Richie to tell her. "Please Rich, you know you can tell me anything" Richie thought for a moment.

" Bev, look, I know I can trust you and tell you anything... But i-i just can't tell you this. Not that I don't trust you.. " As Richie said this tears welled up in his eyes, he lifted up his glasses to wipe the tears up.

"Richie please, just tell me, what ever you say I won't be mad." Bev reassured him. Richie sighed and decided to give in.

"He called me... H-he c-called me a-." Richie was stuttering like Bill. Richie paused a moment and looked away from Beverly, he despretly wanted to leave.

"Come on Richie just spit it out all reddie."(hehe, get it reddie because this is what this story is about!)

" HE CALLED ME A FAGGOT, HE CALLED ME A PUSSY AND A FAGGOT!! ". Richie yelled this a tears ran down his face. Beverly looked confused, and not understanding why he was upset by it.

" What? Why would it bother you so much of you know it's not true?? ". Richie looked at Beverly with his big brown eyes, his eyes were pleading for her to understand so he did not have to say it. Beverly looked at him wondering if he was being serious or not. But, oh Richie was serious.
Richie saw it in Beverly's eyes, she still had no clue. Richie had to say it. Richie let out a loud sigh.

" Beverly... What he said was true, what all the boys at school whisper about me is true. every thing is true. I'm a faggot. A dirty faggot. " Richie looked down to the ground. Though it felt good to get it of his chest for a while before having to hide again.

Beverly smiled. Richie looked shocked. " Richie I am not mad at you . You are honestly perfect the was you are. You should be proud of yourself. " Richie could not hold back the smile. Bev Hugs  him which made him feel good.

"Bev?"

" Yes richie? "

  "Don't tell the losers... Especially not Eddie."

" Oooooo! Why not does somebody have a cruuuuuushhhhh? " Bev mocked him... She was back to being playful.

"Shut up I'm at least not crushing on a stuttering boy, who is totally out of my league." Richie said and smirked. Beverly gave him the stink eye.  And with that Richie was back to being the trashmouth.

"Ug, beep,beep, richie." Bev said. They both started laughing, forgetting the serious conversation. Richie had gone home that night feeling good about himself. As he laid in bed he dreamed about Eddie's freckles, he brown wavy-ish hair, the way Eddie got annoyed at Richie for calling him eds. Yeah, Richie was gay... He hates himself for it but in the moment it seemed alright.

(Please do not tell me that I was being rude to gay people.. I am part of the lgbtq community myself. The part when he hates himself and called himself a freak is just how he felt. Plz not hate about it.)