🌻 sunflower 🌻// reddie au

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richie woke up to the sound of a very annoying alarm banging against the walls of his bedroom. he hated it. his mother had made him get the alarm clock, because apparently he "didn't have enough time to fully wake up". he didn't even understand what the fuck that meant.

he leaned over his bed and reached his arm over to his clock to turn the ear pain off. he layed back in his original spot, the warmth that once consumed the area slightly faded from the earlier action. he grasped the bedsheets in his hands and pulled them over himself, covering his head. he could not shut his eyes.

the sun was up and commanding richie to get up and get ready for the day ahead of him, just as the alarm had done. he wasn't sick today, so he didn't have an excuse to get away from school. it was a wonderful week he had gotten to avoid school though.

the screaming sun finally shut the hell up as richie sat up on his bed. he grabbed his glasses and placed them firmly on his face, his hill-like nose not benefiting the situation. he had to push the frame up on his nose a couple times, due to it sliding down the bridge of his nose.

richie went over to his closet and picked out a bright white shirt that had vintage orange sleeves and text in the middle that read 'road trip babe'. he then he grabbed a light pair of jeans and his black high-top converses.

he pulled the clothes onto his body, cuffing the jeans to add a little "sparkle" to his current vibe. Richie than reached his hand for the vibrant rainbow pin laying proudly on his nightstand. joy began to take the form of a smile on his face as he carefully pinned the trinket onto his shirt.

"richard!" a strong voice called the midnight-haired boy's name. it was strong and it didn't sound as if it was giving comfort. it was just filled to the brim with hatred.

richie frowned softly and opened his door. his feet on the wooden steps that led to the first floor were soft and made him feel nauseous. he felt with every time he placed his foot down the world became fuzzier and fuzzier. he wanted to puke.

he arrived at the bottom stair, and he could see the tall, fit figure of wentworth tozier in the kitchen. he was making breakfast. richie noticed the taller man was now glaring at him, and giving him a look that said, 'respond to me when i tell you something'.

"yes? what do you need father?" richie responded in a happy tone that was obviously fake. he sat and fiddled with his hands whilst he was waiting for his father to give him to reason he was called for.

"where are my cigarettes?" his father asked followed by a vicious cough. richie watched the ground with guilt at his father's coughs. fuck, i really should stop smoking... i don't ever want to have to go through all the after-pain.

a grunt from his father made him look up at the older man in front of him. "i- uh... I haven't seen them..-" richie knew that they were all gone. that he himself had smoked them due to bullying at school. smoking made the pain from the other kids' words go away. it made him feel as if he couldn't be hurt by anything.

his father approached him slowly. he stood right in front of him, making shivers run up richie's back. he could smell the foul breathe of cigarettes coming from his father.

"stop fucking getting into my shit you little faggot." his father shoved him to the tiled floor and went back to cooking. the smell that filled the kitchen was nice and soothing, but the feelings were the opposite.

richie wanted to do something, anything to make his father take back his words. it was just that one word in fact, "faggot" that angered him. he had no right saying that to him, saying that to his son who was proud of himself.

but richie pushed it off anyways...

03 / 26 / 2020
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