A Or B? (On Hold)

Please Richie

I start to panic inside. Richie has my wrist and won't let go, it hurts, he's hurt me, I want to punch him or do something to hurt him just how he's hurting me but I can't bring myself to do so. "Richie let go of me." I pled, hoping he would atleast losen his grip on me but no, he just help on to me tighter. "Richie..." Richie shook his head and pulled me towards him. "'Richie...' Stan you can't leave me. You promised to never go." Richie said with tears in his eyes but the grip tightened. "When did I ever do that?" I ask, I can't lie to Richie, if I did know I would tell him but I don't, I really don't. "You're kidding me?! How do you not remember!?" He yells at me, luckly his father isn't here and his mother is blacked out by now. "When I was in the hospital! Remember!?" Richie said with a tear going down his cheek. "When I was in hospital you came to visit me."

|Flash Back|

"Hey Rich...How you feeling?"
"I feel better now that you're here."
"So I got you some flowers."
"They're amazing, thanks Stanny."
"No problem."
"Stanny, can you promise me something."
"Of course!"
"Promise me that you'll never go anywhere without me..."

|Prestent|

"And then you said yes, you said you'd stay. You said you never go back on promises..." Richie says, giving me a small frown. "Richie, I did but I have to..." I say as a fact. "Stanny..." Richie pleds, I shake my head. "I'm only going out for food." I say, giving him a slight smile. He makes eyes at the bag. "The bag's empty but it won't be much longer if I go and buy food." I say, giving him one of my best fake smiles. "Promise?" Richie says, giving me those cute puppy eyes he does when you wants you to say what he wants to hear. "Promise." I say, Richie finally lets go of my wrists and I pull him in for a hug, it might be the last time I give him a hug so might aswell. "Don't forget to read the notepad tomorrow moring." I say, leaving the big house. "Bye Stanny!" Richie says, waving at me, I wave back at him and head east and I can tell you, the shoping center is located in the west. The east is where one of Derry's lagerest forests are and that's where I'm heading. Once Richie's house was out of sight I ran, I ran as fast as I could and everything went pich black, no light was showing but I still ran, I didn't care I just wanted to go somewhere, away from here.

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It's been a couple hours now and I haven't returned from the 'shopping center' yet so I'm going to guess that my face is on a milk carton right about now, I found myself in what looked like a small shack, well, what was left of a shack, the walls had beed broken but it looked like it was put back together, a ladder leading to a small upstairs compartment, looked like a sleeping deck ot something like that, it wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst. It smelled like shit, like donkey shit, it was a horrible smell.

I smiled to myself and placed my bag down, the wooden floor made a creaking noise so I need to fix that, just incase. I took out one of the hoodies that I brought with me just incase it got cold, which it did, even though I ran for hours, I didn't know it but a noise from outside startled me, it sounded like wimpering, like somebody had been hurt, there was a peek hole that was made before I came here so I looked through it to find a small boy, he had a shit bowl hair cut and wore some shitty ass chothes, I slowly went outside and the little boy looked even more scared, I put a finger on my lips and held my hand out to him, he stood up and steped back. "Hey, don't worry, I'm here to help." I say with a soft tone, I sent him a soft smile and he took my hand, well, he put a finger on my hand but it's something. I lead him inside the tiny shack and a sit him down on a chair I found. "So, what happened?" I say, wiping his tears away. "We-we were to-together, he did-didn't mean to." He said though his tears. "Hey, clam down, if you don't want to tell me that's fine." I say, walking over to my bag. "Are you hurt, phyically?" I ask him, he shakes his head and I step away from my bag. "Name?" I ask him, he shakes his head. "Call me Sta-" I stop myself, he can't know my real name, can he? "Call me Stanton." Stanton Uris, that doesn't sound right.

"I need to get home, you should come with, you seem nice and it looks like you can't hurt a fly, can you come home with me?" The boy asks me, I was lost for words, I mean I could walk him home but that'd be weird. "Unless you don't want to." He asures me. "You can come home with me or you can just walk me home, please, I don't want to get lost here." He giggles which made me smile.