Reddie Oneshots

reddie eating disorder fic part 12

⚠️trigger warning⚠️

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Eddie dragged his suitcase down the driveway Monday morning, trying not to vomit, or pass out.

His mother happily said her goodbyes to everyone, chatting about how they should all get together again for Thanksgiving or Christmas. Eddie already said his goodbyes, inside of the house while Patrick was sleeping upstairs. Now, Patrick is standing at the top of the driveway, staring through Sonia to Eddie.

He gets in the car and locks the door, pulling his knees up to his chest. The car isn't on, so Eddie is choked with sitting hot air, but it's better than having to touch Patrick again. Having Patrick touch him.

Sunday was unbelievably awkward, Eddie was being chased all day and he took every opportunity to be busy so that Patrick wouldn't have a chance to talk to him. He even volunteered to go to the grocery store with his grandma— the grandma he doesn't remember. Thankfully, it took three hours.

Sonia walks down the driveway, fumbling with the keys in her large hands then hoists herself into the driver's seat, the car groaning as she settles. When she flips the keys and the engine rumbles to life Eddie takes a deep breath, a breath he had been holding.

They roll down the driveway and Eddie looks at Patrick as he gets smaller and smaller, the weight being lifted off Eddie's shoulder even more as he shrinks into a blob in their rearview mirror.

"I think we're going to go back for Christmas," Sonia said and Eddie nodded, pressing the side of his head against the window. "They like you."

Eddie nodded again, making a humming sound and slowly closing his eyes. He wasn't in the mood to listen to his mother go on and on about her family, he just wanted to sleep. The thought of going home wasn't better either, he regrets making that phone call to Richie.

He probably worried all of his friends and now they hate him, he's useless. It's Eddie's fault anyway, he shouldn't have been drinking. He shouldn't have been so stupid. The disgust settles in his stomach again, a million pounds, and he doesn't know if he needs to throw up or just wait it out. This will pass, it has been since Saturday evening.

He doesn't want to tell anybody. He can do this on his own. Move on and forget about it.

When Sonia emerges onto the highway, speeding past the suburbs and the land, Eddie is already asleep struggling to breathe trapped within his brain. Sleeping and living, the two things he can't get away from, are the worst things to him.

-x-

Eddie jolts awake when he hears the car door slam, and he clutches his chest, gasping for air. With sleepy, bleary eyes he takes in his surroundings, the trees, the red house. He's home. His mother knocks on his window, starling him. "Let's go! We need to get inside, I have work in three hours."

Eddie slowly reaches a hand around the door handle and gets out of the car. He makes his way around to the trunk and grabs his suitcase, dragging it onto the driveway with a loud thump. The steps up to the house are long, and the heat beats down on him, Eddie feels a pull in his arms as he drags his suitcase. I need to lay down.

He turns into his room and drops his suitcase in the middle of his floor before throwing himself on his bed, out of breath and dizzy. He's been fasting since Thursday, and after the 30-hour mark, he's not hungry anymore. Just numb, and foggy.

He wishes Richie were here, but he doesn't at the same time. Disgusting.

Eddie shivers and rolls up in his blankets, eyes blinking lazily at the whirring ceiling fan in his room, dust gathering at the edges of the fan. Eddie sighs and turns to look out the window, watching the wilting flowers outside of his window blow in the lazy, hot, wind.