kidnapped; reddie

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!TRIGGER WARNING!

It was quiet once again. They were so close. Stan was confused.

"What the fuck? But I thought-"

"I think you confused me with someone else. I've been here all day", he cut Stan off. "So, are you all five here for your fucking jacket?"

"Y-yeah.. we, uh, we were heading to the quarry afterwards", Stan replied.

"And you didn't invite me? Aw man!", Richie cried. "Just kidding, couldn't care less."

"Stop fucking around and open the door", Bev spat.

"Ugh, fine. But if my mom finds out, you're dead", he said.

Richie walked in front of the losers, carefully unlocking the door. He walked in first, quickly glancing towards the closet to make sure Eddie was quiet. The door made a loud screech so he was sure Eddie heard it. 

"Come on, just get it over with", he told Stan. Richie knew there was nothing that might've been Stan's, so he just mockingly watched him. All of the kids started inspecting the area. "Nothing here, right?"

"Yeah. Sorry for taking your time, probably lost it somewhere else-"

"Listen up, Stan. And all of you motherfuckers. I know why you're here. Y'all think I kidnapped him or something? Stupid. You really thought I'm that dumb. Really shows the trust you have for me. Thanks, guys. Now leave."

"Rich, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"Whatever, bye", he said while pushing them out of his house.

He locked the front door and collapsed on the floor. 

"Fuck me."

He sighed a few times before heading down in the basement. The smell was foul. The losers were probably suspicious. Richie walked to the closet, grabbing Eddie by his wrists and taking him back to the initial chair. He sat him down and knelled down in front of him with a smirk.

"Good boy."

Eddie slightly blushed, but he quickly grabbed his cheeks, smearing dried blood all over.

"Did you like it in the closet? How was your experience?", Richie laughed.

Eddie stayed silent. He was shaking from head to toes. He was tired. Sad. Hopeless. He just wanted to tell his careless mother how much he missed her. He wanted to go home. He was starving. He was cold. Dizzy. Embarrassed. Vulnerable.

"Okay, then. Don't talk. I'm leaving", Richie said while getting up, but he felt a cold palm grabbing his arm. 

"Don't go, please", Eddie said crying. "Don't leave me alone here. I hate it."

Richie was looking at his sobbing face. He yanked Eddie's wet hand off him aggressively. 

"If I were some mental psycho, you'd be dead by now and your friends wouldn't even know it. They're so clueless, so stupid", he laughed. "You should thank me for keeping you alive, yet you don't even respond to my questions. I'm losing my fucking patience with you, Eds."

"Thank you!? What the fuck? You're crazy! You literally hit me in the head with God knows what, let me bleed on this stupid chair and locked me in a closet without asking yourself if there's enough oxygen until you guys finish. But what can I say, THANK YOU!", Eddie yelled while tears were streaming down his face.

Richie rolled his eyes and walked away. He paused in the doorway.

"Have fun while I'm gone", he winked and closed the door.