//𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝔻𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕪•ℝ𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕖//

8

Richie looked up to see Ash who was standing right infront of him. "Just leave me allone, okay", "but we just played street fighters like 5 min ago, and I thought you had fun", ash said in a joking, jet dissapointing way.
Richie put his glasses down to clean them with his havaiian shirt "Ash, why are you talking to me. Years ago you called me a fag and now, now you wanted to pay our game and shit", Ash sat down next to richie "you losers are weird, you think you were the only ones suffering".
Richie wanted to say something, but got interrupted by Ash "that you were the only ones who felt bad about himmself... do you think it was easy watching my cousin doing all this stuff. I felt b-", "bad, no" richie yelled after standing up "IF YOU WOULD HAVE FELT BAD ABOUT ANYTHING, YOU WOULDNT BE A DICK LIKE HIM. YOU BULLIED PEOPLE TO OKAY, SO STOP PRETENDING LIKE EVERYONE ELSE HAS THE FAULT FOR YOUR BAD ATTITUDE!". Ash just sat in silence and Richie took his bike and drove home.

Some time later

"RICHIE, IS IT YOU?!"
"Yes mom"
"CAN YOU COME FOR A MINUTE, PLEASSSE"

Richie walked to the kitchen just to see broken plates on the floor. He looked at his mom and the alcohol bottles on the table, she said she stoped, but she clearly didn't. Richie didn't even needed a explaination, he knew what happened...

With teary eyes he took a old broom and sweeped the broken glass away. It wasn't the first time stuff like that happened, his dad always had a reasons to throw plates, glasses, pictures and other stuff on the floor.

"Richie thank you so much, I love you"
"Why can't you say that when you're not drunk?" was what he wanted to say, but the only word that came out was : "thanks mom".

Richie walked to his room and was about to write something into his diary, but then he thought about something. "Maybe I shoud tell someone" then he took his pen and started writing "or not"...