Hurt//reddie

7

⚠️Mention of suicide, slurs, and abuse⚠️

"Richie?"

Richie stopped breathing for a second, knowing exactly who was behind him.
He turned around slowly, and his dark brown eyes met with the light doe eyes.

Of course NOWS the time for Eddie to sneak in through his window.

Eddie stared at Richie, the moved his gaze to his arm, where there were 3 cuts bleeding everywhere.

Richie didn't know what to say. He couldn't find the words. He just stared back at Eddie, feeling tears threatening to come.

"Why Rich? Why would you do this?" Eddie asked, his voice shaking.

Richie just stared at Eddie, tears falling down his face, and blood running down his arm.

"I-I couldn't take it any more Ed's, I j-just can't!" Richie sobbed, shaking.

Eddie wrapped his arm around Richie, tears staining his cheeks.

"Why wouldn't you tell me 'Chee? I could've helped you, and what is it that makes you not want to live anymore?"

Richie buried his face in the crook of Eddie's neck, deciding wether or not he should tell Eddie what happens in his life.

He's your best friend! You have to tell him!

NO! You cant tell him! If he finds out your a faggot, he'll hate you!

Richie looked at Eddie, and shook his head, telling him it was too soon. Eddie nodded in understanding, then got a closer look at his face.

Without a word, Eddie made Richie sit on the toilet seat, and dug through his fanny pack.

Eddie took out a Cotten ball with polysporin, and carefully cleaned the cut on Richies lip.

Once Eddie was done with cleaning Richies face, the swelling in his eye went down.

"Am I still pretty doc? Do I still have my handsome charm?" Richie asked, a smile plastered on his face.

"What handsome charm? The only charm you have is the charm of a frog!" Eddie replied, letting out a small giggle.

Richie let out a chuckle, but immediately regretted it when pain spread through his ribs.

Eddie noticed, and saw the pained expression that spread on Richies face.

"Take off your shirt." Eddie ordered.

"Woah Ed's! Going a lil fast there aren't ya?" Richie said, the smile returning to his face.

Eddie rolled his eyes, and Richie took of his shirt without another word.

Eddies eyes widened at the sight. Bruises covered Richies ribs, and there was blood coming from broken skin on his shoulders.

"Richie, you need to stop letting bowers hurt you."

"It wasn't bowers Eds..."

Eddie looked at Richie with a confused expression, not knowing anyone else who would beat up kids as bad as this.

"What do you mean it wasn't bowers?"

Richie looked Eddie in the eyes, his eyes glazed with tears.

"I-it was my...dad."

Richie whispered the last part, Eddie barely catching what he said.

Eddies face filled with shock. Richie had never told him about his dad, did it just start? Is that why he's always been so skinny?

"How long has this been happening?" Eddie asked, scared what the answer would be.

"S-since, we were five."
Richie said, tears spilling down his face.

"Rich, why wouldn't you tell me? I could've helped you!" Eddie was upset that Richie didn't tell him, they were best friends after all.

"I don't know Ed's, I just don't know anymore" Richie sobbed.

Eddie wrapped his arms around the sobbing raven curled boy, feeling small tears run down his face as well.

"Promise me, if things get worse, you'll tell me, okay?" Eddie asked, looking Richie in the eyes.

"I promise Ed's."

But all promises aren't always kept.