Wrong Number// Reddie AU

Forty-Eight

*short chapter*
Once again. The only words going through his mind are 'shit shit shit'.

"Fuck this is a long-ass walk." He mumbles to himself, seeing the donut shop.

Someone sits with their back facing the road. A good way to get murdered if you ask Richie.

Their phone light producing an outline.

He hears the person groan, looking around. Small whispers come from them.

He hurries his pace either align across the street.

His heart pumping faster and faster.

His mind racing. "It could be a forty year old. No. No lies."

His jaw starts to hurt as he clenches it. Leading to a headache.

A feeling of worry goes from his feet up to his head.

The headache getting a bit worse.

He stands behind the person. Worrying.

He takes a deep breath before tapping the person.

"Eddie?" He looks at him with a confused face. "Eddie? Who's that?"

The fuck?