Hurt//reddie

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"Hey, Faggot!"
Richie stopped dead in his tracks.
"Shit" he mumbled.
"What do you want Henry?"
Richie was NOT in the mood to get in a fight.

"Just wanted to say hi skinny" Henry said, swinging his fist as it hit Richie's jaw.

"Henry, Henry, Henry, what would your mother say about fighting? I guess I'll tell her tonight" Richie said swinging back at Henry, connecting with his ear.

Patrick and Victor instantly ran behind Richie and pinned him to the ground.
They all started kicking him in the ribs, then moved on to punching him in the face.
By the time they stopped, Richie had a black eye, bruises on his ribs and arms, and a bloody nose.
They walked away laughing, leaving the broken boy on the middle of the road.
Richie sighed, then managed to pull himself up off of the ground and walk home.

He was lucky that they didn't break his glasses, or his Walkman.

He entered his house, the smell of cigarettes and alcohol crashing onto him like waves.
He didn't see his mom or dad. Probably at the bar.

He got to his room and collapsed onto his bed, tired from the events of today. He sat there for a while, before he decided to clean himself up.
He grabbed his first aid kit, but there were only a few band-aids.

Knock, knock

Richie walked to his room window and saw Eddie on the other side. Eddie smiled at him, then concern immediately covered his face.

"Hey Ed's,"

Richie was stopped by Eddie frantically pulling himself into the room and examining Richie's face.

"Again Rich? Seriously?" Eddie said, pulling out stuff from his fanny pack.

"You should see the other guy!" Richie replied, using his best tough man voice.
Eddie rolled his eyes, then started to pull out a tissue.
He took off Richie's glasses, then pinched the bridge of his nose with the napkin to stop the bleeding.

After a little bit, Eddie was finally done.

"Rich? What happened this time?" Eddie asked, cleaning up the napkins and band-aid wrappers on the floor.

"Well, I was minding my own business, thinking about how much fun me and your mom had last night, then Bowers came and beat the shit out of me."

Eddie's blood began to boil. He hated it when Richie got picked on or bullied. He just wanted to go up to Bowers and beat the shit out of him.

Richie laughed at the fact Eddie was mad. He always thought Eddie was so cute when he was mad.

Shut up Richie! Your straight, not gay!

Eddie looked at his watch, then started to panic.

"Oh shit! My mom's going to have an aneurysm if I'm not home soon! Bye Rich, please stop getting into fights. Love ya!"

Eddie rushed out the front door, grabbing his bike and peddling as fast as he could.

Richie just stood there, shocked at what Eddie had said.

"Love you too" Richie mumbled.
He knew Eddie only meant it as friends, but Richie wished me meant it by more.

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How was that? I think I'm starting to get better! Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed! Love y'all!