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RICHIE POV
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my phone had been buzzing since 6am this morning. every 10 seconds it would buzz. i finally decided to sit up and grab it.
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bill: quarry today?
stan: hell yeah
bev: it's 6am why the fuck are you two up? and at the same time? wait-
bill: what? it's just a coincidence calm your tits
stan: yeah
bev: i still think otherwise....
ben: thanks for waking me up guys🙄
bill: sorry ben
stan: sorry
bev: oops
bill: so quarry or no?
stan: yep
bev: oh yeah!
ben: sure
mike: SHUT UP
bev: damn someone's got an attitude😮
mike: sorry I WAS TRYING TO GET SOME GOD DAMN SLEEP!
bill: woah chill mike
mike: i'm still coming to the quarry tho😵
eddie: fine i'll come AS LONG AS YOU LET ME SLEEP UNTIL ITS TIME!
bill: alright alright
i took a glance at the clock.
9:03
i stood up, reluctantly, and held the phone up to my face.
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bill: is richie dead?
stan: who gives a fuck? jk
bev: idk maybe he's sleeping😯
ben: YEAH LIKE WE ALL WANT TO BE!
eddie: yeah he's probably sleeping leave him alone
bill: well i wanna know if he's coming
me: i'm coming hoes get your fucking clothes on i'm on my way
bill: and the silent one speaks....
me: can it bill
bev: see you guys!
ben: 👍
mike: yep
stan: okie dokie
eddie: got it
i turned off my phone and walked to my beaurou. i pull out a white t shirt, a hawaiian button up, and jeans and slip them on.
"where are you going richard?" i hear my dads deep voice say as i reach for the door. i attempt to make an escape but he pulls me by my shirt.
"out with my friends, why do you care asshole?" i fix my glasses and stare him in the eyes.
"no your not. get back in your fucking room" he lets go of my shirt, assuming i'll go in my room but i turn around and try to leave again. i feel his cold hand hit my cheek, making me bleed. he walks away slowly and i put my hand up to my cheek and feel it. blood rushes from my cheek. i wipe it, so it smudges all over my face and reach for the door knob. i hesitate.
"fuck you dad" i scream. i hear his footsteps come closer and closer. he's now standing in front of me.
"what did you say"
"i said FUCK YOU" he punches me across the face, causing me to bleed even more since his ring cuts up my face. i burst out the door and hop on my bike, riding away.
"FUCK YOU FAGGOT I NEVER LIKED YOU ANYWAYS" i hear my dad scream as i race down the street. tears trickle at my eyes and i let them roll down my face.
AT THE QUARRY
i drop my bike on the dirt ground and leave it there. i forgot about the blood and tears on my face.
"holy shit rich what happened to you? was it bowers?" eddie says, rummaging through his fanny pack. he pulls out gauze and applies some anti infectant to my face.
"no not bowers, i'm fine" i push his hand away but he insists and dabs the gauze lightly on my face.
"then what the hell happened" he looks concerned. he's shorter than me, a whole lot shorter.
"it's my dad but i'm fine, seriously. let's get in the water." i jump in and feel the cold water brush against my pale skin. i feel waves after me. i come up for a breath and look around to see all of my friends happily playing in the water. eddies next to me, staying out of the fuss.
"you okay eds?" he looks at me.
"i'm worried about you rich. if your dads gonna treat you like that you really shouldn't be home-"
"eddie i'm fine. i'll be fine. he has nothing on me. and if it gets that bad i'll contact the police, okay?" i cut him off. he gives me a worried sigh.
"promise?" his eyes widen.
"promise." i dunk under water one more time and play around with my hair.