Worst Of You

No. 11

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Stan gently pushed against Richie, kissing him roughly. But they both separated when- "Stanley!" He moved back seeing his father stand at the door, Donald was furious and you could see it on his face. "You can tell this boy to leave." He said in a low voice, Richie looked at Stan red and didn't know what to say.
They both slowly pulled away from each other quietly.
Richie knew that if he left something would happen to Stan, so the thought of that made him seriously question. Donald moved out of the way allowing Richie to leave, he got down from the sink slowly walking, "I'll see you at school tomorrow yeah?" Richie looked back at Stan and earned a nod. "I'll see you tomorrow."

With that, Richie waved bye and left.

Stan looked down at the sink, avoiding his dad, Donald just stared at him in disgust, "so. You've been hiding this from me? For how long!" He roared causing Stan to flinch, letting out a quiet, "For...for a while.."
Donald sighed heavily, "Listen here you disgusting fag, if I ever see you hang out with that four eyed freak again, you can say goodbye and get sent off somewhere to get fixed."
Stan nodded, feeling his entire body on the edge of breaking down completely. Tears slowly erupted in his eyes but he held them back, knowing if he started crying his dad would just hit him then and there. Donald shook his head, bring his hand up, throwing it down across Stan's face making him wince a little. "I've always wondered why you've been such a disappointing piece of shit, I guess you just earn it from your mother." He left it at that and walked to his room.
Stan felt something just pierce him through the chest, once he was gone his tears couldn't be held back. The tall curly haired boy just hit his fist against the sink before storming into his room locking the door, that's when he ripped open his drawers and pulled out an old friend of his but hesitated, his eyes looked down at his wrists. Dried up blood and long thin scars that crossed over one another.
Maybe a different spot would help.
Off came his pants. There he sat, just digging the blade into his thighs, holding back any whine, hiss or wince whenever it made contact. Blood slowly drizzled out from the wounds and onto the chair below him. He cursed at the blood, knowing it was going to stain, but continued to cut away anyways.

~I don't want to continue this paragraph any more so I'm just gonna timeskip to the next day~

Richie was outside talking to Bev on the bench in front of school. Both waiting patiently for the rest to show up at their will.
One by one they all came except one.

Stan.

They talked amongst the group but Richie was still staring out at the gates, waiting and hoping for Stan to come. His fingers tapped down on the bench beside him, his leg started to bounce up and down worryingly, while his mind went over a thousand things that could've happened to Stan.

Fuck what if his dad seriously hurt him. I hope he's okay. Will he come? What if he's in hospital, what if he got hurt so bad he's.. no he wouldn't, he's stronger then you think Richard. Ha ew, I hate my name. Not the point, it's just.. ugh.. where is he?!

"Rich you good?" Eddie spoke noticing that he looked uncomfortable. "I'm fine.." Richie mumbled, sighing steadily.
"Hey dude what happened to your face?" Asked Ben.
"I just got into a fight yesterday with Henry no big deal." Bev furrowed her eyebrows sitting up, "are you okay?"
"I said I'm fine Beverly!" Richie snapped. Bev just sat back, something was wrong but she wasn't going to fight for it. The losers all fell quiet, Richie had never called Bev by Beverly unless he was bothered.
Shortly after they returned to the conversation so it wasn't awkward.
Richie went back to Stan searching, and to his luck thank god, Stan showed. But he was stumbling and kept tugging at his jeans as if they were annoying him. Richie thought nothing of it and just ran up to Stan, "Stan!"
Stan jumped a little but relaxed when it was Richie. "Hey Chee." He said forcing a smile, Richie hugged Stan tightly which surprised him at first but then remembered about yesterday, so he hugged him back.