The door slammed open, hitting the wall. Richie secretly gulped and grasped his bed sheets between his clenched fist behind him. Wentworth Tozier stepped in the room. Richie felt tears boiling in his eyes. No, be a man. He won't see you cry. He won't have that satisfaction.
"Where were you yesterday?!" His father boomed
"I stayed at Bill's house." he looked the elder in the eyes.
"If you were at Bill's house, then why didn't you call?!"
"I DID call!"
"No you didn't! You think I'm stupid!? Huh? Do you?!"
"I called and no one answered!"
The words flowed, coming one after the other, the anger building up in the superior. He raised his hand in the air, bringing it down hard on the boys face.
Richie wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. But no. "Go ahead! Beat me! Kill me! I don't care! You took everything from me! I can't be happy for one day because of you! GO AHEAD "DAD"!!" The tears threatened to pour out. They almost did.
The anger wailed up in Wentworth and he grabbed Richie by the throat, pulling him up and pushing him to the wall. Richie struggled to breathe. Oh no. He let go of him and he fell to the ground, panting. His father leaped on top of him and began punching him. He felt a blow to his nose. Then to his left eye. Then a kick to the right side. It hurt but he couldn't show it. Just take it. You'll be ok. Pull yourself together.
"You think I want a disappointment like you as a son? Do you? You think a want a f(no gay slurs in this house) like you? You're a mistake! A waste of space! You'll be better off dead anyway! Nobody loves you! Who could?!" The older of the two yelled in the boy's face.
He felt another blow to his head, left and right, again and again. His vision was blurring. He was going out.
"Don't you ever think you're better than you are! You know what you are? Nothing." And with that, he walked out.
Richie tried to get up. He couldn't. He tried to find his phone. With his vision going in and out, he saw in. He looked beside him, his usually cream colored carpeting now bright red. He knew he didn't have much time left. He pulled himself over to his bed, grabbed his phone and called Eddie.
"Hello, Richie?"
"I-I-I ne-need you." He answered one a barely audible tone.
"I'm coming!"
"I love you, Eds" he whispered
And the call ended.
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The summer you were mine
FanfictionIt's been three years since they defeated IT. Richie and Eddie have gotten closer since then. They both wonder just how close. Are they tired of waiting to find out? Is it too late? (Any art used is not mine. Full credit to the artist)
