Reddie Oneshots

reddie eating disorder fic part 14

⚠️trigger warning ⚠️

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Richie calls Eddie daily, and multiple times a day too. But every time he lets the phone ring or his mother picks it up and tells Richie that Eddie is sleeping. But on the third day of Eddie not talking to Richie, Eddie wakes up to knocking at his window.

He knows it's Richie but he's not giving in. No way. Eddie rolls over with his back to the window and closes his eyes, trying to ignore the persistent knocking... until it continues 5 minutes later. Eddie grunts and throws the blankets off his body, stomping over to the window and opening it. He wants to yell at Richie, but he closes his mouth instead, biting his lip.

That's what Richie wants.

"Please talk to me." Richie pleads. Eddie steps away from the window and sighs. Richie takes the opportunity to hoist himself into Eddie's bedroom and close the window behind him. "Fine— don't. But I want to talk to you."

Eddie sits down on the end of his bed, watching Richie lean against his orange wall. "I'm sorry, and I should've talked to you before I told them. But I was worried that you wouldn't do anything so I pressured you..."

"I just want you to do whats best for you, Eddie. I care about you a lot, and I love you. I want that motherfucker to be locked up."

Eddie frowns and crosses his arms. "It was shitty."

Richie sighs. "You know I can't just go back and tell them 'never mind', they're going to start asking you questions... soon."

Anxiety builds in Eddie's stomach and his heart begins to race, head going fuzzy. "You have no idea," Eddie says, gritting his teeth. "Just talking about it is making me freak out... I can't believe you pressured me- no, you didn't even do that- you threw me in."

"I said I was sorry! I don't know what to do!"

"Neither do I, Richie! I'm fucking sick to my stomach over the whole situation!" Eddie yells, standing up. He doesn't care if he wakes up his mother in the living room, he doesn't care about much. But the rage he's holding up bubbles in his blood, and angry tears form behind his eyes. I'm not crying in front of Richie.

"I understand that you're scared... but I'm here for you. All of us."

Eddie freezes. "You didn't tell everybody else did you?"

"No. I'm not telling anybody anything..."

"Good," Eddie says sharply. His hands itch for a cigarette, and he knows the box is under his pillow screaming for him. A purple lighter right beside it.

"I'm worried about you Eddie."

"Don't be."

"What- Why? I'm your boyfriend. I'm supposed to worry about you. I can't help myself not to. You're the only thing that matters to me, that's why I did this— even if it was wrong." Richie steps forward and places a hand on Eddie's shoulder and Eddie nearly flinches.

He doesn't want to be touched and he just wants Richie to leave and get out of his room and not come back. The idea of being alone is so appealing... "Please leave," Eddie says softly, moving his shoulder away from Richie's hand.

"Ed-"

"I just want to be alone right now. Please."

"I don't know if it's safe for you to be alone, Ed's! What are you going to do to yourself?"

"STOP TREATING ME LIKE A CHILD!" Eddie shouts, finally losing control. "All you do is worry about me! I feel like I can't breathe! Just leave!"

"You don't mean that..."