21

He had it coming

"Myra, you need to calm down. Just put the gun down, and we can talk about this."

Myra's hands were shaking, she had never held a gun before, that was clear.

"I can't calm down! Everything has gone wayyy downhill since you kicked me out." Myra's voice was nervous.

"Okay, we can talk about that then. Just tell me how I can help you." Eddie had never had to talk someone down before, he had heard stories of paramedics talking people down from jumping off buildings, but he had never been one of them.

"I think I killed someone. And now every day I have to think about that. And I have to think that if you hadn't forced me out, I wouldn't have hit him."

"You fought someone? Myra I'm sure you didn't kill them."

"No! I was driving. And I hit some kid. And I left. I killed someone!"

"Where were you?"

"I was on 5th."

Eddie was no longer afraid in this moment. He was now angry. That was where Richie had been hit. It had been a hit and run. That had been the night that Eddie had kicked Myra out.

"You hit him. You hit Richie."

"Richie? Who the fuck is Richie?"

"My boyfriend."

This is when the gun went off.

~~~

Richie called the police from Eddie's phone. And waited outside the door. Richie sat on the ground knees curled up to his chest.

There had been blood. Not a lot, but there had been blood. Just a small puddle all pooled in one spot.

Richie rocked himself back and forth for comfort, trying to think of what could've happened and why.

Richie tried to think of what would have happened if he had come over a little earlier or if he had called last night.

This was Richie's parents all over again.
Except this time, Richie didn't know if he'd have to bury and empty casket or not.

What would happen now?