reddie angst (13+)

Beep Beep Richie

Richie's pov:

         The front door to my house opened slowly and I knew who it was by the smell of alcohol wafting through the house. I jump up quickly and run to my room opening the door roughly and slamming it closed. I run over to my dresser and push it in front of the door. i then shove myself under my bed and wait. I held my breath and shut my eyes tightly hoping for him not to get in. I was wrong to hope for that. maybe ten or so minuets later I hear banging at my door and a drunken voice filled with anger shouting," Get your ass out here boy!" I bit my lip to keep from whimpering and letting him know for sure I was there. Right after he shouted that it went quiet and I thought I was safe and crawled out. he must have heard me doing that and ran at the door as fast as a drunken man could and he slammed both the door open and the dresser out of the way. I fell to the floor and he stomped over to me as I scoot back quickly but hit a wall becoming pinned between it and him. He grabbed me by the throat and picked me up keeping me pinned against the wall but holding me above the ground. I was slowly losing my consciousness and passed out.  

           I woke up in pain but it wasn't anything I haven't felt before. I sit up slowly so that my most likely broken ribs don't hurt as much. I sigh heavily and stand up and walking to the bathroom and close and lock the door. I look up to see my face untouched and a large hand shaped bruise around my neck. I roll my eyes then look down to my bare chest and see the skin has become an ugly array or blues, purples, reds, and yellows. I sigh and look down a bit further and see chunks of my skin that were cut out. I move my shaking hand down slowly to touch one of the spots wincing as my finger came into contact with it. I quickly remove my hand and open the medicine cabinet and pull out bandages.  

          I unroll it and wrap it around my waist and stomach where the wounds were located wincing as I tightly wrap it.  When I finished I clipped it on I then grab the make up and put on black eye shadow and put it away. I close the cabinet and then walk over to the door and unlock and open it. i peek out at both sides to check if it's clear.  I breathe out heavily in relief that he wasn't there and i went to my room to get dressed. I slowly pull on a black and white turtle neck and a Green Day shirt over it that i had found on the floor of my messy room. I then went over to my now pretty broken dresser that had been slammed out of the way many times before and find some black ripped jeans and through a slight struggle i pull them on and fasten them. 

         After putting on my pants i walk over to my closet which much like my dresser was broken but not in the same way. I remember when he got extremely mad while once again drunk and he came stomping into the room and dragged me off the bed and punched the shit out of me then threw me at the closet door. the impact broke the door and my wrist . after that he left as if nothing had ever happened. i sat there in pain and cried. since then i haven't cried because i don't want to be or feel weak. i lean down grunting in pain as i did so and grabbed a pair of old combat boots and pull them on being too lazy to tie the laces and then reaching a little over from the spot my boots were in and grab my ratty old backpack and stand up with it slowly and pull it on.

       I take in a deep breathe which hurt but i bit my lip to keep from whimpering in pain. I walk over to the door and out and walk past my passed out dead beat father... not even my father more like my captor and grab the new pack of smokes and then walked out the door. As i'm walking over to the meeting spot that me and my friends meet at i pull out my lighter and one of the smokes from the pack and put it between my lips and light it while inhaling slowly. I put the lighter away and then took the smoke between my fingers and pull it out from its place between my lips and i exhale the smoke. I walk slowly to the spot but it doesn't seem to take very long to do so. 

       Slowly i come to a stop and sat down slowly on the curb waiting for them to show up especially one of the boys in particular. His name is Edward but i call him Eds even though he tells me not to but i do it anyways. I don't know what the feeling i have towards him is but every time i'm around him my heart races and my face flushes. I finish the smoke and put it out and rest my head on my hand and jump when I hear someone clearing their throat. I turn my head to look at a petite and skinny boy," Hey Eds..." I say in a rough voice and he rolls his eyes,"I told you not to call me that Rich but hey are you okay you seem down... I-It's not like i c-care or anything." he squeaks the last part of his sentence and i chuckle and then cough roughly. He looked and me worried and sighed sitting down next to me.

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