Hurt//reddie

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⚠️abuse, slurs⚠️ y'all probably hate me for how many warnings there have to be in this story 😂

Richie woke up with a pounding headache. He groaned and rolled over, remembering the night before. Well, remembering up until dancing with Bev.

He heard shuffling in his room, and opened his eyes to Eddie cleaning his room.

"Oh good! Your awake!" Eddie said, moving towards Richie.

"I feel like shit." Richie mumbled, cuddling more into the mess of blankets.

"No shit Sherlock, you got fucking wasted last night. Do you even remember anything?" Eddie asked, handing Richie a water bottle.

"I remember having a few drinks, dancing with Bev, then I was here in bed." Richie answered, taking a huge gulp of water. "Is there any Tylenol or something?" Richie groaned. (I dont know if they had Tylenol in the 90's)

"Lemme go check in your bathroom," Eddie answered, leaving the room.

As Eddie was walking towards Richies bathroom, he heard noises coming from downstairs. He quietly stood at the top of the stairs, watching as Wentworth grabbed a beer and made his way to the stairs.

Eddie quickly but quietly ran to Richies room and shut the door, shaking Richie awake after he fell asleep again.

"Rich, wake up! Your dads-" Eddie was cut off by Wentworth's yelling.

"RICHARD!" He boomed, almost at Richies door.

"Shitshitshitshit hide Eds!" Richie said, panic in his voice.

As much as he didn't want to, Eddie obeyed and hide in Richies closet.

Richies door swung open to reveal an angry looking Wentworth.

"WHY WERNT YOU HOME LAST NIGHT YOU LITTLE SHIT! YOUR MOM MADE ME LOOK FOR YOU! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO DAMN IRRESPONSIBLE?" He yelled, slapping Richie.

"I-i'm sorry sir! I was w-with my friends." Richie stammered, trying to ignore the pounding in his head from the hangover and Wentworth's yelling.

"Are they all faggots too? Or do they not know how disgusting your are?" Wentworth replied, pushing Richie into the wall.

He kneed Richie in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He threw punches in his face and ribs, then when Richie thought he might be done, Wentworth grabbed him by the throat and lifted him into the air.

"Your a pathetic little faggot. I wish you were never born." And with that, he dropped Richie and left the room, leaving the broken boy to cry.

Eddie slowly crawled out of the closet, and once he knew the coast was clear, he rushed to Richies side to cradle him.

Richie buried his face into the crook of Eddies neck, soaking his shirt with tears.

Eddie rocked the shaking boy in his arms, whispering to him 'its ok' and 'im right here'.

After Richie had stopped sobbing, Eddie held him upright to check his injuries.

After putting bandages on his cuts and ice on his bruises, they decided to go to the clubhouse.

"Hey Rich?" Eddie asked as they were reading comics in the hammock.

"Yea Eddie Speghetti?" Richie replied, flipping the page.

"First of all, don't call me that, and second of all, can I ask you a question?"
Eddie asked, sounding very nervous.

"Sure, whats up Eds?" Richie asked, sitting up a bit and putting the comic down.

"What did your dad mean when he called you um, y'know, gay?" Eddie whispered the last part.

Richies face paled.

Eddie fucking knows.

Great, now he won't wanna be your friend

God your such a-

"Rich? It's okay if you are, I'll still be your friend" Eddie said, almost reading Richies thoughts.

Richie broke down. Not from being sad, but because Eddie actually excepted him.

Eddie cradled him and shushed him, whispering sweet nothing in his ear until Richie fell asleep.

The losers had come to the clubhouse to hang out, but decided that they would let the boys sleep. As they left they all thought the same thing:

Man, when are they going to get together?

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Would you guys read it if i wrote a reddie wall-e au?