The End Of Us || losers club ✔️

ten

ten - just us

(There's no reason to wish)

Eddie's words bounce around in Richie's head. Of course there's no reason to wish, because what's done is done. There's no turning back time to undo the betrayal Ben committed. Not after he pulled up next to the three and screamed at them to get into the car. For a moment, Richie believed Ben would turn the car around and drive through the officers, drive to save his friends. But no, he didn't do that. With sickening dread, Richie watched as he instead tore off the second Eddie's foot left the ground and headed straight for empty roads.

Richie flew to the back of the car and watched with a heavy heart as the house and flashing red and blue lights began to grow farther. His friends are back there, God damn it. Beverly and Bill and Stanley are still inside that fucking farmhouse with police raiding it and here the others are, in the car speeding away.

Richie wants to scream.

He wants to yell at the top of his lungs and force Ben to drive back, to turn around and go back for them. They are his friends and who is he to leave them? Abandon them at the hands of the law. The very thing they promised each other they would run from until the end of time.

"Ben!" Eddie yells, "The others! You're leaving the others!"

Richie whips around, a hand frantic and waving towards the rear window. "We can't fucking leave them, Ben!" He adds on, "They need us!"

Over Eddie's pleas to turn around, to just go back, please Ben, Richie hears Ben start to cry. His cheeks are blotched and red, much like his puffy eyes as tears fall down his face.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, his grip on the steering wheel tightening, "I'm sorry. They're already caught. I'm- I'm- I'm sorry."

"We don't know that! Turn around, Ben!" Eddie yells.

A frustrated scream resides deep in Richie's throat, ready to erupt into the car at any moment. There's a throb in his head, painful and constant, a reminder of the tears that refuse to be shed. His legs ache, his heart is heavy, there's a pit forming in his stomach. If he lets himself think about it, everything hurts.

He watches, helpless and hopeless, as a hill passes and hides the house and police from Richie's eyes. He can't even imagine the utter terror his friends are feeling, watching as the flashlight pull them from their hiding places. He wonders where Beverly went, how she could've gotten lost when she was just inches behind him. He thinks, pondering up every possible answer, but nothing seems logical to him. Nothing about the police even finding them sounds logical.

"What the fuck, Ben?" Eddie asks.

"I'm sorry!"

Richie turns back around, his hands jittery and heart pattering horribly fast. "You're not fucking sorry," he spits out, "You left them, Ben! They're going to fucking jail!"

Ben just starts to sob harder.

"I'm sorry," he mutters under his breath, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry guys. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.."

Eddie turns to Mike who sits in the other middle seat across from Eddie. "Tell him to turn around!" He tells the boy, slapping his arm lightly, urging him, "Tell him Mike!"