Tramatic Love Story /Stozier/

chapter sixteen

(A/n lots of slurs. Almost some rape but it doesn't actually happen. Oh yeah gore. Read with cation. And this is make up for yesterdays shitty chapter)

Rich POV 

Bill. He kissed me. I shouldn't have ran. I should've told him I didn't like him and that im in a relationship. I fucked up with one of my closest friends. Once I ran home I immediately went to sleep. Crying slightly. But oh boy I was not ready to wake up. When i woke up it was 12 in the afternoon. My phone had millons of message all from losers and people I didn't even know. I opened Bev's first.

Gingerbitch: eds told me your were sleeping with other men. Is it true
Trashy:no absolutely not! Bev. I'm still a fuckin virgin. And I couldn't cheat on Stan

Bev responded almost immediately

Gingerbitch: thank God. So it's just a rumour. I was boutta whoop your ass
Trashy: well I'ma go eat breakfast bye

A lot of the messages were similar. Constipating mostly of "whore" "fag" and the worst "I can't believe you would cheat on you lover" but the worst of all

Birdy: Richard. I fucking loved you. Why would you cheat. I can't believe it. I'm breaking up with you
               
                Birdy left the chat

Stan. Dumped me. I got out of bed but I started bawling my eyes out. I can't believe someone would do this. Why would they do this.

I cried alot before getting out of bed changing into a sweater it was down pouring outside. I walked down stairs. Putting on my shoes to go to the quarry. Reflect on why someone would do this.

I knew it was a bad idea because the quarry being so close this Henry Bowers house.

I sat on the edge. Crying again but not as bad or loud. I heard laughing. "Look it's the town's fag. Oh wait now he's the town's fag and whore" fuck. It was Patrick. And probably Henry "Patrick just go away. The rumors aren't real. Just go have sex with Henry if your that bored." I said.

Quickly realizing I fucked up. "well what if I want a round with the whore in front of me."

I was thinking I should just jump into the water.

So. I did.

I sat I the water for a second. deciding he was gone. Why wait when they could've drowned. Getting out of the water I was soaked. My jeans were stuck to my legs. My sweater stuck to my body. Nice try for keeping warm as I started my way back home.

I was grabbed by Henry. When did he get here. Oh well I'm in for a beating. But I still fought. I kicked and struggled.

I stopped when I felt something against my neck. Opening my eyes to see Patrick in front of me. Henry's knife in his hands.

Henry whispered into my ear "should've just giving him what he wanted." My mind basically left and I said quieter than I wanted it to come out "I'll i'll... Tell everyone your gay! If you don't let me go." I could tell they wear talking with there eyes. But next they didn't let me go.

"Tell em. They won't believe you. Your a whore." My pants were mostly dry my shirt was still soaked. "Hen. You should leave a mark up there I'll leave one down here." My eyes widen with fear I was fucked. My skin would be cut. I knew that.

I felt my jeans be unzipped. now that the knife was of my neck. I started kicking again. Struggling. "Can you stop squirming fag. It's only gonna make it worse." Henry was now holding my waist. Tightly. I felt something on my neck. A pair of lips. It was Henry's. That's when my elbow hit his ribs. He stumbled back. Enough time to kick Patrick.

Well that's what I thought. Till I was on the ground my pants discarded somewhere near me. A name was being carved into my thigh. Henry was holding my arms down. I was screaming. My eyes shut tight.

It was minutes before I felt Patrick stand up and the knife click shut.

"Let's go hen" Patrick said calmly and proudly.

The basterd probably got pleasure out of this. Sick. Sick. Sick. I felt my arms be let go and Henry stand up. He kicked my ribs and they walked away.

I opened my eye. My right thigh. Had Patrick's name. I looked back at my left wrist still had Henry's name.

Standing up in pain doing my best to put my pants back on. Before limping home. Great full to see my mom car gone. But Eddie was on my porch. The only one who hasn't messaged me this morning. Oh god. He's gonna hurt me.

I started walking away. But he noticed me. Shit. Shit. Shit. Eddie stood up. Walking towards me. His eyes opened as he looked me up and down. My pants had blood coming through them. My shirt was soaked.

"Jesus Richie what happened. I was here about the rumors. But what the hell happened." Eddie was here about the rumors. But know he's gonna try and fix me up. I laughed. " I'm fine Eddie spaghetti. It's just a cut. Nothing bad. I got it." I said trying to hide the brutal cut on my leg. "Richie. Your lying. Get inside." Shit. I couldn't say no. I walked inside.

Eddie followed me taking me to the bathroom. "Richie sounds wierd. But pants and shirt. They gotta go." I nodded taking my shirt and pants off. He stared worry and fear in his eyes. "Ta-da like what you see." I said as I leaned onto the sink.

"Jesus Richie. What happened" he said as he looked through his phanny pack looking for what I guessed his first mint first aid kit.

I laughed "Patrick cocksucker and Henry Bowers. That's what happened. Henry fucking tried to give me a hickey eds. A hickey. Patrick was probably gonna do more than just carve his name. And nobody knows this. Eds. I'm a Virginia." "Richie it's not time for jokes. You were born here not Virginia." he said as he pressed the brusies on my ribs

"no eds. I've never done. Ya know. S-E-X. And Patrick. He almost. Did that." I started crying.

"Jesus Richie we gotta report this to the cops." He said as he started cleaning the cut with alcohol. It stung like a mother fucker.

"N-no one will believe me. You know this. I'm a whore. And Henry's dad's the police chief. I'll be fine. Just gotta look at these names. It'll be okay." He finished cleaning my cut and bandaging it.

"the rumors aren't true. Richie. I know you're a virgin. All those sex and mom jokes made it obvious I'll check up on these cuts and brusies tommorow. I'll tell the others they aren't real. I don't know if they'll believe me but I can try. Have a nice night richie" I blushed as he left. Fuck was it that obvious I've never had sex.

Before Eddie fully left he yelled to me "Make sure to eat something tonight you peice of shit," then the door shut.

Again left with my thoughts.. but it wasn't so bad.