| It's Always Been You | Reddie Fanfic |

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TW - GORE/SEXUAL HARASSMENT/HEAVY KISSING/HOMOPHOBIC SLUR

Connor woke up groaning in agony. His arms were in temporary casts, obviously from a smaller person before him. The cuts and bruises slightly scabbed over and colored into more of an infected look. He was lying on an old, dark couch in a sprawled manner with his leg hanging off the edge. The room was unfamiliar, and the kitchen nearby looked like one of a well off family, one with not an extreme amount of cash, but a substantial amount. The floor was hardwood, and cold to his feet. Though he tried to walk, Connor's sprained ankles gave in on him and he collapsed once again on a rug in the strange house.

"Fuck, you're awake." The voice echoed in Connor's dizzy mind; he recognized it but had no face to put. "Guess I better get the drugs." Richie joked, walking into his bathroom and grabbing Advil and some water. "Let's get you back up on that couch." With the bare strength he had left, Connor managed to flop back onto the raggedy old seat. "Don't worry about school, I told the losers I wasn't going, and I assume nobody except Henry will be looking for you." Richie knew that Connor wasn't going to respond, or move for that matter, so the one-sided conversation continued for a while until the couple small pills kicked in.

"Wh-" His head spun in circles, "What's going on?" Connor grabbed his head steady. "Wh- Where am I??"

Richie chuckled, "You're at my house. I found you out in some alley, so I brought you back here. Safety first, right?" A small smile pierced the boys' lips.

The groggy boy was yet to understand where he was, or why, and Richie's jokes weren't helping. "A-alley?" A small, dark, lonely alley flashed back into Connor's mind sending a cold shiver up his spine.

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Connor was alone under the dimming lamppost in the damp alley. Nobody was around, and the sky was turning a blue-purple color, early for this time of year. Soon, a shadow loomed over him, grabbing his waist and pressing his head next to Connor's, which was violently shaking at the moment.

"Didn't think you could get away from me, did you?" Henry hissed, pressing his soft lips to Connor's right ear. "I told you not to try to get away again, Con." He began biting the younger boy's ear seductively.

"I wasn't trying to get away! I just thought this was a quicker way home..." Connor began feeling the bites on his ear, and he squirmed away. "Henry stop! That's DISGUSTING!" He shrieked, turning to face his cousin.

Henry grabbed Connor's shoulders, "I didn't ask for your opinion, but since you're so entitled, I'll show you what happens when you think you can be in charge." The 14 year old boy was slammed onto the ground, his wrists held in the same way he had held Stan's to the pavement. The tall boy threw his fist into Connor's lower jaw, hearing a loud pop. Picking up his other hand, he yanked the boy's right arm, cracking it into a mangled position, causing screams of terror and pain from the helpless boy. "I'm teaching you a lesson, you don't scream during school, do you?" Henry seemed far too calm, like what he was doing was natural and not out of the ordinary.

When Henry felt that Connor had been mutilated enough, he broke open the boy's shirt, popping the buttons every which way down the alley. He moved his lips from Connor's face down past his stomach, but stopped there. The blood was on Henry's disgusting face, his broken, unconscious cousin lay on the damp flooring, half naked, disfigured, disgusting. The killer ran his fingers along Connor's sides, outlining his young body. "What a disappointment." He whispered, licking his stained lips, not dreading a thing.

Henry threw himself back into a standing position, shaking off a few drops of thick liquid, and walked off, like nothing had happened. No citizen dared to question his bloody figure for fear they'd be the next one lying destroyed in a quiet alley. His soggy shoes sploshed with every step he took back to his house, leaving a trail behind him, not a flash of remorse over his body.