His Porcelain Face

Chapter two (edited)

3rd person pov

Eddie wakes up to the front door slamming shut and the old truck starting up outside.

He muttered a small "thank you" to nothing as he got up and threw on a red long sleeved shirt, the shirt richie gave him a few years back, some ripped black jeans, and some combat boots.

Taking a quick look in the mirror, he instantly regretted it. He had dark bags under his eyes, he had bruises and cuts all over his face, hickeys on his neck from when patrick hocstetter...

Just the name made him shiver in fear. The hairs on his neck standing straight. His skin crawl.

Grabbing his blade, he put it up to the hickeys and slicing exes over every one of them.

He quickly wrapped them up and grabbed a bag, putting some cigs, a bottle of whiskey, and his blade in it before he closed it and hurried downstairs, desperately needing to get out of the beer smelling house.

As soon as he walked out he inhaled the clean air and started his journey to who knows where.

He eventually found himself at the old lumber mill and luckily, bowers and his gang weren't there.

The lumber mill had basically been claimed by bowers as their spot. It's where they hang out to drink and shit.

Walking over to an old log, he sat down and lit a cigarette before bringing it to his lips and taking a long drag.

About ten minutes of comfortable silence passed before henry and his little group of followers tagging along behind him.

Including richie...

He sighed. What else did he expect. Of course, they walked up to him and henry started his usual degrading with slurs like

"Fag"

"Bitch"

"Ugly"

"Fat"

"Cock slut"

They didn't effect eddie as he just sat there, staring at the ground in front of his feet and taking drags of his cigarette until it was down to the bud.

He only moved when he heard a crunch and felt a pulsating pain in his jaw. He found himself on the floor and his lip bleeding. Henry had punched him, no biggie.

"You punch like a bitch bowers."

Eddie said blankly, looking up at a furious henry bowers with a bored expression on his face.

Eddie looked over to see patrick, with a sly grin on his face. Oh how he wanted to wipe it off.

He felt like he was going to vomit as he winked at eddie.

He was snapped back to reality by a kick to the stomach, making him spit up blood.

He sighed and got up before grabbing another cig and lighting it, taking a drag and blowing it in patrick's face as he walked away