stozier // i thought you hated me?

chapter 2

the sun was setting in the distance, a dark haired boy scurried through the dense woods as two figures chased him through the trees screaming “we're gonna kill you, you fucking fairy!!” it was mostly henry's horrible voice that you could hear, along with richie's heavy pants.
he eventually made it home, fumbling with his keys as he got to the front door, quickly sliding them into the lock, turning it and shoving the door open before tripping over the doormat.
maggie gasped as she heard her son all the way from the kitchen "richard!!" she screamed before rushing over to him and shutting the front door, noticing his bleeding lip and his bruised arms and face "what happened dear?" she asked in that sweet motherly tone of hers before quickly leading the tall boy into the kitchen and making him ice his eye with a freezerburnt ice pack. the tiny cold fragments of ice hitting his warm flesh made him wince a bit but he held it there, still trying to catch his breath and stop seeing colourful spots "um- i was attacked, but it's nothing major mom. it really isn't, don't worry," richie reassured his panicked mother "you'll be fine but please be more careful out there," she sighed and shook her head a little which made the curls on her head bounce against her forhead, in a similar way stanley's curls bounced against his face when he cycled alongside of richie.
after a short while, the ice started melting in richie's hands so he popped it back into the freezer before rinsing off his hands and swinging his bag strap over his shoulder. he rushed up the stairs with loud booms and then threw his bag onto the wooden floor carelessly, collapsing back onto his bed. he reached over and grabbed his phone, switching it on and the white light immediately shining over richie's whole face. he had a pretty sharp jawline and dark, mysterious eyes. he started chuckling a bit as he scrolled through social media, finding a new picture that beverly had posted with ben and then another with all the losers while they were having a sleepover. this made him smile so he got the idea to text the groupchat they all had. the message read:

richie: "hey bitches, how about we all have a sleepover this weekend? i hear stutter man's parents are going out of town for some work shit, how does that sound?"

no one had read the message yet, except for stanley who then responded

stanley: "sounds good trashmouth"

stanley was in his bedroom, laying with his body on his bed while he hung his head and arms loosely off the bed, his back arched over his mattress. he gasped and quickly hid his phone under his pillow as he heard loud thuds coming upstairs, straight to his bedroom. he grabbed the book that was sitting on his nightstand and flipping it open onto a random page, pretending to read it.

mr.uris swung the door open, which smashed against the wall so stan jumped a bit
"why aren't you doing your homework?" donald asked.
"uh..i just got home and i already finished my homework at school," the small male explained.
"there will be no relaxing in this pigsty of a room. clean it. now" he commanded in a stern voice, although there was near to nothing to clean
"but dad there's nothing to clea-" donald quickly grabbed him and shoved him against the wall, cornering him
"don't talk back to me, you ungrateful brat," he barked before punching him in the face, tears forming in his eyes before he started sobbing quietly
"i-i'm sorry, i didn't mean to dad i didn't" stan sniffled and looked away from him, breathing heavily as his father yelled into his face.
his ears started ringing and he couldn't understand what he was saying because he started to panic. donald eventually shoved him onto the floor and slammed the door shut.
stanley layed on the floor, crying as dark blood dripped out of the right side of his nose. he grabbed a tissue and held his head forward so he could catch as much blood as he could. stanley then rolled the napkin up, sticking it up his nose so he could change his clothes using both arms. he took his sweater off then unbuttoned his shirt. the curly haired boy switched his beige coloured pants out for some grey shorts and threw his coffee stained pants into his laundry basket because his father 'accidentally' spilled coffee onto his leg this morning which left a large red burn on his thigh. he didn't care at this point so he just slid his shorts on carefully then slipped one of richie's hoodies over his head.
he had gotten the hoodie from him a few weeks back. they were at richie's place and he asked stanley to talk birds to him, because he wanted to hear his voice. stan rested his head onto richie's lap and started talking about "blue tits" or something which made richie laugh. the tall male had left his window open because he was hot but stan started stuttering because his teeth were chattering since he was cold so richie took his hoodie off and slid it onto stanley carefully, like dressing a baby. he put it on and he's owned the hoodie ever since that day.