"RICHARD TOZIER! GET THE HELL UP"
Richie woke up to the awful yelling of his parents. He put on his glasses,then looked at the clock.
6:00 am
Richie groaned, and got out of bed. He didn't know why his dad was telling him to get up so early, but didn't want to risk asking. He picked out ripped jeans and a queen
t-shirt, then went downstairs. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol burned his nose, but he ignored it and went to the Fourier.
He grabbed his backpack and made his way to the door.
"Where are you going boy?"
Richie stopped dead in his tracks. The slurred words making his hair stand on the back of his neck.
"I-I'm going to school, sir"
Richie hoped his father would let him go, but of course his shitty father had to do something.
"Come here, NOW!"
Richie did as he was told, not making eye contact with who he had to call his "father"
Wentworth's rough had made contact with Richie's left cheek, causing him to stumble back.
Wentworth turned around, and walked back to the living room, grabbing a beer on the way.
Richie stood there in shock, but then ran out of the front door.
He grabbed his bike, tears threatened to fall.
He went to the only place that he could think of.
Eddie Kaspbrak's house.
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Ok! How was the first chapter? Sorry it was short. I'll try my hardest to post weekly or daily, considering I'm stuck quarantined in my house.
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