(TW: Violence and Abuse. BTW if something like this EVER happens to you its NOT your fault, go talk to someone about it right away!!! stay safe ppl <3)
At this point I was confused and uncomfortable. My boyfriend and my best-friend were currently glaring at each other while I sat in between them, not saying a word. That's when Stanley walked in.
𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠, 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.
"What the hell's happening?" He asked.
Everyone turned to him, except Henry and Richie, who were still glaring at each other. I needed to get the hell out of that room.
"I'm gonna um... get some water." I squeaked, quickly getting up and leaving the room.
I rushed up the stairs of Bill's basement, and into the kitchen. As soon as I entered the kitchen, I leaned on the wall next to the door frame leading into the room. I sighed, pulling out my inhaler from my pocket and putting it up to my lips, pressing onto the button and letting the medicine go into my throat.
I removed it from my mouth and took a deep breath. I then put the blue inhaler back into my pocket. I usually would put it in my fanny-pack but Henry said it looked stupid, so I stopped wearing it. As I walked over to fill up my water cup, my thoughts raced a mile a minute.
𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜? 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤, 𝙞 𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧. 𝙂𝙤𝙙, 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙃𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙? 𝙄'𝙢 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙.
Just as I reached to turn on the faucet, I heard someone walk into the kitchen, I turned around and was face-to-face with Henry. I put the cup down on the counter and looked up at him, he seemed angry.
"H-hi, Hen." I stuttered.
"Eddie..." He said in a low voice, grabbing my wrists with a hard force and pulling me over to him.
I whimpered at the action, the hard tug hurting my arm. He moved closer to my face.
"Eddie, you know how much I love you right?" He said, through gritted teeth.
"H-hen, your hurting me..." I stuttered again, lightly pulling on his arm, trying to make him let go. This only made his grip stronger.
"You know how much I love you, right?" He said louder, with more anger. Tears began filling my eyes as I nodded.
"Say it then." He grunted, leaning closer.
"Y-you love m-me." I whimpered, trying not to cry.
"And you love me, right?" He said, almost angrier than before.
"Y-yes Hen, I-I do." I said, frightened tears finally rolling down my face.
At this point I was scared, we were far away from the others, whatever happened nobody would hear. Had I pissed him off? Maybe it was my fault. His grip got softer as he took one hand off of my wrists and grabbed my face, kissing my cheek.
"You know how much I care about you, right love?" He whispered, pulling back from my face.
"Yeah..." I said, looking down.
"Hey, look at me." He said softly. I looked up at him, scared.
He cupped my face, looking me in the eyes with a soft expression. Maybe he wasn't angry anymore?
"I love you lot's hon, but you made me seem like the bad guy back there, now what do you think they think of me? They probably think I'm a rapist." He said, getting angrier again.
"Do you want people to think of me like that? DO YOU!?" He yelled in my face, tightening his grip again.
Hot tears rolled down my face as I started crying.
"N-no Hen. I p-promise I didn't m-mean too, I-I'm sorry." I cried, trying to get words out.
"Stop fucking crying and talk to me, your acting like I'm hitting you." He spat.
I held back tears as much as I could and looked up at him.
"I'm s-sorry" I said, holding back the tears burning my eyes.
He sighed and let go of my wrists, putting his arms around me and looking in my eyes.
"I love you so much, but never do that again, it's unfair to me." He said softer than before, kissing my head.
"Okay I-I'm sorry Hen." I spoke lightly, cuddling into his chest, trying my best not to cry.
"I'm going back downstairs, be down there in 10, alright?" He asked, but it was really a command.
"Okay..." I smiled fakely, looking up into his green eyes.
He kissed my head one last time before walking out, I let out a sigh of relief and turned back to the sink. As soon as I did, I began crying, my thoughts taking over.
𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙀𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚! 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩? 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙮𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩, 𝙄 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩! 𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙗𝙖𝙙, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩.
My thoughts were interrupted by a voice.
"Ed's?"
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