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story based on its.ash from tiktok

merry christmas and happy holidays yall!!

henry ripped the letter out of richie's hands. richie let out a surprised yell, trying to snatch his letter, his confession letter, back.
"hey! give it back here!" he shouted angrily.
henry held it above his head, reading the name on the front. "eddie kaspbrak? what's so important, that you've got to mail wheezy a letter, huh four-eyes?" he scoffed, before he started to rip it open.
"no! henry-" in an instant, victor and belch had the younger boy's arms pinned behind his back.
henry stepped back as he read the letter, black eyes alight. he looked up at richie. "you're a fucking fag too?" he crowed. "holy shit, it doesn't get much better than this!"
"that's private information asshole!" richie shrieked.
henry took a few menacing steps towards richie. "there's too many of your kind now a days."
richie was still trying to piece together his words when henry took the first swing.
he snagged richie's cheekbone; he'd definitely have a shiner in the morning.
a few punches later, and both richie's lips were busted, along with a cut on his nose from henry's class ring.
by now, victor and belch had let richie's arms go; henry grabbed him roughly by the collar, shaking him.
"get the fuck outta my town, faggot!" he screamed, pushing richie backwards.
the scrawny boy stumbled backwards before falling to the ground.
with harsh laughter, henry and his friends walked away.
richie took the little pride still with him, and began to walk home. he sat down on his bed before looking at his phone, which he had forgotten this morning.
he unplugged it, before facetiming eddie. on and on it rang; richie grew fearful that eddie wouldn't answer. finally, he did.
     eddie gasped when he saw richie's face. "oh my god, are you ok?" he cried.
     "never mind that eds. i-i have to tell you something... before you hear it from the wrong people. i-i'm gay... and i love you," richie admitted.
     eddie's face turned from worried to slightly disgusted. "oh, richie no! my mom says people like you burn in hell! but- but it's ok, i can make you better! i can help you!" eddie told him earnestly.
     tears welled up in richie's eyes. "i'm not fucking sick eddie!" he began sobbing as he hung up on eddie's slightly hurt-looking face.
     he facetimed bev this time. she answered quickly.
     "holy fuck!" she yelled. "what happened, are you ok?"
     richie took a deep breath, trying to control his sobs. "i told- told eddie that i liked him... and he didn't take it well," he sniffled.
     "oh-"
     "he thought i was sick!"
     "richie- i'm so sorry," bev whispered.
     "bev... i feel so alone right now. so lost... what do i do?"
     "just hang in there, i'll be over in fifteen, ok?"
     richie looked at her confusedly. "really?" he asked hopefully.
     "of course."
     "thank you."
     beverly arrived at his doorstep with chocolate and a rented movie. "here, i thought we could have a girls night," she said with her signature grin.
     richie couldn't help but laugh through the tears and blood that coated his face as he pulled her into a hug. "you're the best bev."
     as they settled down to watch the movie, richie asked the question he'd been dreading. "do you think eddie will ever speak to me again?"
     bev stayed silent, mulling over the question. "i'm not sure. if he doesn't, it's his loss."
     richie slowly nodded, but said nothing else, turning his focus to the movie.
     he woke up the next morning in the same spot on the couch, but no bev. instead he found a note.
hey rich, sorry i had to leave so early. my dad'll freak if he knows i spent the night at a boy's house. call me if you need me. i'm serious. love you.
     he crumpled up the note and tossed it in the trash; his parents didn't need to know a girl spent the night either.
     he decided to go on a walk to clear his endlessly-buzzing head. he had no destination in mind, but somehow ended up at the quarry. he sat down on a rock, listening to the sound of the water gently lapping the rock wall about twenty feet below him.
     the sound soothed richie's worries, and he found himself dozing off. until he heard a twig snap.
     richie sat straight up, looking about him. "hello?" he called out shakily.
     he saw a flash of yellow, a t-shirt, in the woods, and for a moment, he believed it to be eddie, but when patrick hocksetter came barreling out of the woods straight towards him, his hope diminished.
     patrick slammed into richie, knocking them both out of air.
     "patrick?" richie cried as the older boy straddled his waist.
     patrick slammed his lips against richie's roughly as his hands began to fumbled at richie's belt.
     "what are you doing!?" richie snarled angrily yet somewhat confusedly.
     "you're gay, so you must like this, right?" patrick snapped.
     "no, i don't!" richie began struggling harder to get up.
     patrick grabbed richie by the hair, lifting his head up and slamming it into the rock. richie lay stunned- unmoving and silent- giving patrick the perfect opportunity to do whatever he wanted to do to the younger boy. and he did.
     richie was finally brought back to his senses when his phone started ringing. patrick was long gone, and richie began to wonder if it had been some sort of vivid daydream.
     he didn't even look to see who called; he just answered.
     "hello?" even to him, his voice was dreamy and dazed.
     "rich, it's me," bev said. "party at my house at eight."
     "ok bev."
     "it's six o'clock now, and your ass better not be late," she joked.
     "ok- wait, it's six already?" he cried, pushing himself into a seated position.
     "uhh, yeah?" 
     richie started to panic; how long had he been out?
     "ok bev, i- uhh, i'll see you in a bit."
     "ok. and just so you know, eddie won't be there."
     "ok bev. thanks." he hung up before she could say anything else.
     he stood quickly and painfully to his feet before limping home to take a quick shower before bev's party.
     he sat in the shower for an hour, sobbing. everything was going to shit. he had to tell the losers. life was tearing him apart right now.
     finally, he stood up, drying off and dressing before walking to bev's.
     everybody else had already arrived; he was last, as usual.
     he slipped over to the couch, sinking into the cushions, listening to his friends continue their conversations after they all greeted him.
     durning a lull in the talking, richie spoke up. "guys... can i talk to you about something?"
     "w-what is it?" bill asked gently.
     "today- today i was by myself... and," he cleared his throat. "and uhh-"
     "did eddie do something?" bev asked.
     "no!" richie quickly defended him. he took a deep breath. "actually... patrick found me..."
     the losers club all seemed to hold their breath, dead silent.
     richie put his head down to hide the tears welling up in his eyes, and took a deep breath. "he did some things... to me," he admitted.
     "shit," he heard someone breath.
     richie nodded violently. "and-and i didn't know what to do... so i told you guys."
     "are you ok?" mike asked him.
     richie paused. "i don't know."
     "well, we're all here for you," stanley reassured him.
     "thanks guys."
     a few days later, as richie walked home from school, patrick cornered him.
     "i need you to tell your friends you weren't serious about what you said about me."
     richie, who grew increasing pale, asked, "why?" in a shaky voice.
     patrick exhaled out of his nose, before he pulled out his infamous six inch blade.
     richie shrank back.
     "because i'd hate for your friends to find you cut to ribbons lying in the gutter!" he growled menacingly.
     richie vigorously nodded his head. "consider it done!"
     "i want to see it, i can't trust you," patrick snarled.
     "how?"
     "text them!" he snapped, growing increasingly annoyed.
     richie fumbled for his phone, opening it and texting the new losers club group chat, made specifically without eddie.
     he took a deep breath, then began typing.
guys, i have to tell you something. i lied about what patrick did to me. i'm sorry.
     he hit send. "happy?" he asked patrick weakly.
     patrick pressed the tip of the blade against richie's cheek, leading it slowly down. it wasn't deep at didn't even sting that bad, but richie stood as still as the statue of paul bunyon, heart pounding.
     "yes. i'm so very happy."
     patrick finished his cut before turning on his heel and skipping away.
     richie looked down at his phone to see multiple new texts.
what the fuck richie that's not something to joke about - bevor
that's not ok man - billiam
you're a sick fuck - staniel
wooow. wtf man - micycle
richie?? - haystack
     richie let out an ungodly scream, throwing his phone into the sewer drain near his feet. he'd always heard that life was unfair, but this was something else. he stormed off, angry at henry, at eddie, at patrick, at the losers, but mostly at himself.
     he found himself back at the quarry, a sobbing, shaking, hate-filled mess.
     he began to scream at god, at pennywise, and whoever the fuck else wanted to listen. "i hate you! you've put me through so much shit, but for what?! what was the reason?! i loved eddie, and you took him away! i was doing better, and then you brought hocksetter into my life! why?!" he yelled at the gray, dreary sky.
     he collapsed on the dirt ground, drawing his knees to his chest and began rocking back and forth.
     he flinched and nearly screamed when somebody sat down beside him. his eyes widened in shock when he realized who happened to sit down right next to him.
     "shit eds!" he cried. "what are you doing here?"
      "i was looking for you," he admitted quietly.
     richie laid down on his back, still sobbing and shaking slightly. "eddie, i'm so sorry. i'd never have told you if i knew it would make you so uncomfortable."
     "richie, if anyone's apologizing, it should be me... i don't know much about... you know, gay stuff, and it shows. i was ignorant. i didn't know what i was talking about. will you accept my apology?"
     richie laughed as a few more tears leaked from his eyes. "yes eds. of course i do."
     eddie smiled and wiped away richie's tears. "are you ok?"
     "i just feel like the whole world is against me right now eds."
     "because you're gay?" eddie questioned gently.
     richie nodded. "ever since bowers found out, my life's gone to shit."
     "we can talk about it if you want?" eddie offered.
     richie sniffled. "you'll believe me right?"
     "of course richie," eddie soothed.
    "no matter what?"
     "yes bubs. no matter what."
     "there's something i need to tell you. a few days after i came out to you... patrick found me. i was alone. and he- eddie he raped me. and then he said i should like it because i'm gay."
     eddie opened his mouth to speak, but richie cut him off. "please let me finish.
     "i told the losers, and patrick must have found out, because h-he threatened to kill me if i didn't tell them it was a joke. so i did. and then they left..." richie sniffled. "i've felt so alone recently."
     eddie grabbed richie's hands in his own. "it's ok. i'm here now, and i'm not going anywhere. i promise."
     richie sobbed, hugging eddie. eddie held him back.
     "you wanna spend the night tonight?" eddie asked.
     richie sniffled. "it's a school night... you never have sleepovers on school nights."
     eddie smiled softly. "it's a special occasion tonight."
     richie sniffled, but managed a half-smile. "okay eds, let's have a sleepover!"