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rather let you fall apart.

When Richie wakes up his head is pounding. He groans and clutches his head. He doesn't even want to begin to think about the fucked up shit he probably did last night.

However, it all comes crashing back to him when he rolls over and sees Lily laying on her side, looking at him with a giddy expression.

Richie curses sharply and runs a hand down his face. With their current state of undress, it doesn't take much for him to deduce that they probably slept together.

"Hey, baby," she coos, "hope you slept well."

"Lily, this doesn't mean anything. This was a drunken one night stand, that's it," he says firmly.

"Well then, you probably should have thought about that before you fucked me without a condom on, huh?" she says smugly.

Richie feels his blood run cold as she slips out of bed, pulls on some underwear and leaves the room.

God knows how high he must've been to have unprotected sex. He wouldn't put it past Lily to get him drugged up enough that he'd fuck her without a condom, but his mind really doesn't wanna go down that road. Regardless, the last thing Richie is ready to do is raise a child.

He reluctantly swings his legs over the bed and sits up. He pushes his hair out of his face and looks around the room. He starts getting dressed, knowing that the longer he stays, the more trouble it'll cause.

He's putting his belt on when he notices a condom hanging out of the trashcan. It takes little further inspection to realize it's recently used.

He yanks on his shirt and makes sure he has his wallet and phone before stomping out of the room.

Lily smiles when he walks into the kitchen. He just glares at her.

"Next time you want to be a psychotic, lying bitch, at least do a better job of hiding the evidence," he seethes.

He doesn't give her a chance to respond. Instead, he rushes out of the front door, unable to take another second of being near her.

Once he's far enough away, he slinks into an empty alleyway and pulls out a cigarette. The awful burn in his lungs makes the concept of sleeping with his abuser a little easier to accept.

He's noticed he smokes more when he feels alone which is most of the time these days. It hadn't started out like that.

The flashing lights hurt Richie's eyes. He's trying to sip his drink slowly. If he gets wasted he's more likely to come home high, and he really doesn't wanna do that to Eddie again. It hard going out every night and quite literally partying like a rockstar. He'd much rather be at home with Eddie. His manager had been pissed when Richie said he was already in a relationship, and even more displeased when Richie informed him that Eddie wanted to stay out of the public eye.

It's lonely going to events on his own. Sweaty bodies pushing against him and alcohol aren't as enjoyable when he's not with his friends. Well, it's not fun unless he's high. Usually some E will pick up his mood. He knows it's a dangerous road to go down, but sometimes the loneliness wins over. He knows he could convince Eddie to start going to events with him, but he'd never do that do him. Eddie's been getting so much better at dealing with his dysphoria and Richie doesn't want to feed him to the wolves. He's heard stylists gush about what dresses they'd love to put Eddie in.

"Hey, Rich?" A voice says, pulling him from his thoughts.

He turns to see one of the new actresses he'd been introduced to earlier. She gives him a smile and shows him the small colored pills in her hand. Richie wants to decline, but there's a pressure that comes with it.