Worst Of You

No.16

An: I know I've been slack with updating I'm sorry, this will be long just for the lack of updates

Tw: slurs

After a long week of Stan waking up and getting use to his surroundings he was finally let out of hospital, he had a bit of a stumble but the doctors informed he'd be back to his normal self shortly.
Stan went back to his house for a few days, to get a taste of what he missed out from his, father.
"Do you know how much school you have missed out on! You are slacking and falling behind Stanley and I will not have a child of mine fail school!"
"You told me you were going to a friend's house instead you snuck off to some shitty fucking queer dance! Unacceptable."
"You are a very lucky boy thst you were in hospital."

He got it all.
Stan just smiled behind the pain because he knew if he spoke up shit would happen.

At last he had returned to school when he was stable to actually go back, his father had demanded that they sent him to school as soon as he got out but the doctors refused and told him if he went at the state he was in they would call police for child abuse.
Thank God the man got what he deserved.
But Stan's rest was over and when he was ready his father sent him to school the second the sun came up.

Stanley sat underneath the oak tree, barely awake, he had a portable cup filled to the brim with the sweet taste of hot coffee. He laid his head against the stump and sighed gently. Quiet at last.
His hazel eyes looked up through the leaves of the tree and took in the sun as much as he could, slowly but eventually his skin warmed up as it was kissed. He shifted a bit looking around at all the students who for some reason came early, it was about 6:57 but he'd been there since 6:00am.
Gotta do well in school. Let's drink energy drink and run on 2hrs of sleep just for school. Great.

The birds were up in the trees singing their song, Stan could tell what type of birds they were just from hearing them. He had planned to work as a bird expert when he was older, even though he could now his father would call him every name under the sun for doing something Stan wants to do and not what he wants. He looked down at a small dandelion next to him, gently picking it out he admired it. I'll give this to Richie later, he thought and a smile appeared. No matter what Richie would always make him happy.

Time passed and eventually Beverly came to school, she had crutches attached to her wheelchair, she parked next to Stan and the two smiled.
"Having fun?" He chuckled looking at the pretty wheelchair, she groaned leaning back, "Nope. It sucks. I get to miss out on sport and shit, but I wanna waaaaaalllllkkkkk. I gotta do walking everyday though for about..... 10 minutes and that's it, no more, otherwise my head gonna be on the wall."
Stan laughed lightly at her smart remark, "can't be that bad.
"Dude I'm gonna get fat." Bev lifted her shirt to reveal a bit of belly and squished her so called fat, "see!?"
"Hunny if you're fat I must be an obese bitch." Stan raised an eyebrow. The redhead leant down and whacked him playfully. "When's the rest getting here?"
She shrugged, "Richie will probably come super late. Idiot called me last night at like 4am..."
Stan took a sip of his coffee, "yeah.. dumbass was drunk and told me he wanted me to come to comfort him, I couldn't so I told him to call you but he didn't because," she then spoke in a low voice, "Stan needs to sleep and I don't wanna wake the baby up. Like, dude. He's a bloody dipshit."
He felt a bit of a sting, thanks. He wasn't a baby, he could've gone to Richie last night. All he said in response was a hum. Bev realised that it sounded bad, "he  didn't mean you're a baby, he meant his baby like you're his baby. Richie wasn't trying to sound like an asshole if you had heard the way he said it you'd understand." She earnt a nod and that was it.